Encanto Brother Novels & Stories

Vincenzo immediately introduced us, "Ethan, this is my brother, Dante, he is a lawyer." I let out a laugh, "How many brothers do you have?" "We're six brothers," Adriano answered, "Vincenzo, me, Raphael, Luca, Dante and Silvio." "And Scott's wife is your... cousin?" Adriano nodded, "Yeah, more like a little sister."

Her older brother had always been strong, a protector ever since their father died in that fire. It was devastating to see him like that-in a cold cell, like a man who had lost everything. She recalled the dried tears on his face. Vincent had never cried in front of her before, and just the thought of it made her sob quietly into her pillow. He could be annoying, but she loved him deeply. Her brother not only had his heart broken, but his reputation had been destroyed in one night. She could only hope he'd be okay. - [CLUB] "Vincent," Nica managed to push the drunk man off her, but he leaned in again, crashing his lips onto hers and shoving his tongue into her mouth, teasing her.

GYPSY'S POV "Hello dearest brother. Long time no see huh? I see you got yourself a new chick." Enzo grips my hand tighter, his jaw ticking at those words. It's obvious that if he wasn't ridden in bed, he would've got up and punched the hell out of his 'dearest brother'. "Aren't you going to invite me in and tell your wife to get me a coffee? It's very chilly this morning, I need something to keep me warm." Enzo's brother continues, voice sweet and charming yet full of malice.

His eyes travel over me as he ventures into the room and I see real admiration in his eyes. “Wow!” The words escape his lips, “you look like the goddess, sister in law” “You clean up well too” I tell him. He is dressed in a casual pair of jean pants and a white T-shirt. The Bromte brothers can give other handsome men a run for their money because they look out of this world. “Tonight, I am going to be your chauffeur, sister in law” “My personal one?” “Hmm” he nods, smiling widely, “Malachi paid me hard money for that, my crypto wallet is bursting with joy right now”

And he's her brother who doesn't give the family anything in return. Infinity calling him kuya made his heart melt. He already felt the connection and the will to protect his half-sister even if they had only known each other for a few days. "He's outside. But he can't go in until I'm here, or until Leo says he can enter," he said sternly, even if she just said please, he would still not let her husband in. "Promise me you won't punch each other again?” Enzo looked at his fragile sister and nodded his head.

But that man was disgustingly stubborn and still staring at me with this look. "I am Zac's brother... cousin brother," he said, "Anything Zac owns, I always feel envious of it. Just like seeing you walking in hand in hand with him," he said. Simultaneously, he withdrew his creepy smile, "You are gorgeous, and I can't stop myself from admiring your beauty. Hmmm… I can see why my crazy brother does not mind showing you to the whole world."

And he instantly understood that this other woman on the line is jealous of the one whom he was about to kidnap. 'Poor thing' he thought. Just like the woman said Jake repeated it, which made Bran roll his eyes at the spineless man. Jake is actually the stepbrother of a man he looks up to. Bran met Damien when they were kids, and Damien was struggling to cope up with the loss of his mother. They both fought in the underground fighting rings for money, which Damien used to give it to Bran, as the latter needed it and the former only fought to cool down the growing frustration and the loss.

Alone with her thoughts, her fears… and that curiosity she didn’t want to admit. Nathan. The twin brother. The opposite. A stranger who, she sensed already, would disrupt her fragile balance. She remembered the stories Thomas had once told about his brother. Colorful, almost romantic tales. Nathan in Bali, lying in a hammock suspended between two palm trees. Nathan in Tokyo, tasting improbable dishes in hidden alleys. Nathan again, facing a storm in the Moroccan desert, or sharing a cigarette with a stranger on the roof of a train in India.

“I can see that. You’re lucky to have each other.” “Do you have a brother or sister?” she asked. “Yes. A younger brother.” “Is he your best friend like Ethan is mine?” Her question caught me off guard. My brother Adrian and I had never been best friends. Competition, resentment—that was our bond. “We’re... different,” I said. She accepted that, but Ethan kept watching me closely. “You look familiar,” he said. “Have we met before?” My pulse quickened. “I don’t think so. Maybe I just have one of those faces.”

He held my gaze evenly. “A wedding,” he said. “And you will accompany me.” It didn’t surprise me. I already saw it coming but I still had to play along. “Whose wedding is it?” I asked with a steady voice. He paused for a second. “My brother’s,” he said. “Do you know him?” I blinked repeatedly and my throat went dry but my expression remained steady as if I hadn’t found out just the day before. “N-no. I don’t.” He squinted, looking directly at me as if he knew I had just lied. My fingers trembled a bit. I curled them into a fist by my side.