Eren Brother Novels & Stories

I can tell this is serious, and he is trying to keep me calm before the storm comes. "Okay, think back to the summer of 1954, my little brother turned sixteen, on the night of his shifting, you know, like the one we gave you." He says. I just nodded my head. "Well, I was a senior, and my brother was a Junior because he was super smart and skipped a grade when he was a freshman for a little while, but then he was passing everything like a genius, and then, they skipped him to sophomore when I was a junior, you know your uncle Seth," he says.

This brother of mine had such a strong sense of responsibility. Yep. This was exactly the kind of powerful ally I needed. I took the pen and quickly signed my name. “Thanks, bro!” That “bro” came straight from the heart—loud, sincere, and practically patriotic enough for a military oath. “Wait, she really is your sister?” The earring guy looked completely shocked. I was already annoyed with him, so this time I snapped back immediately. “Yeah, obviously. Unlike you, you probably don’t have a sweet and considerate little sister like me.”

he said. She looked at him. He had the same grey-green eyes as his brother, not the same quality of looking, but the same colour, and she noticed it now in a way she hadn't let herself notice it before. "It might be," she said. He nodded, slow. "Adrian's not easy," he said, not unkindly. She didn't answer. "He's been — different, the last few weeks. Since you." He put the coffee cup down. "I'm not saying it as a warning. I'm saying it because I know my brother and different is not a word I use about him lightly."

His words landed like shards of glass. Alexander Westwood. The eldest son. Disciplined, ruthless, calculated. A man who commanded boardrooms with a single look and never wasted words he didn’t mean. Where Ethan was warmth and fire, Alexander was shadow and steel. The one who looked at me as though I were an inconvenience he had to endure. He wasn’t just cold. He was winter itself. And now he was waiting at the altar. “I need a moment,” I whispered hoarsely. Richard gave a curt nod and left.

What the fuck happened to him? Behind him stand some burly men in black suits with stern expressions, surely Bryan Tatum’s bodyguards. They appear rather frustrated, likely having struggled to prevent Caden from barging in—but he managed it anyway. That’s just how much of a pain in the ass he is. As Bryan’s eyes scrutinize Caden, he inquires, “Him?” “Yup. He’s the bully stepbrother I mentioned.” Bryan rises from his seat, extending his hand in a mature handshake. “Hey, man.”

His eyes had turned black, meaning his wolf was near the surface. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my stomach and as much as I was afraid to look down, my body yearned for it. My body yearned for him. I didn't understand these feelings, it made no sense. He was my brother for crying out loud! "We should get to the water," I whispered, he nodded as he reluctantly but silently pushed himself off me. The moon was high but not completely full, in three day, the moon would be full and I would be another Alpha's bride. I walked into the cold water, letting the water wash some sense over me, like seriously Olivia, you wanted to fuck your brother!? Damien followed me into the water but sw

"No." "Liv, he's not good for you. He totally doesn't deserve you, I mean this man has been taking you for granted since day one. And on top of that, he's your brother, not your stepbrother, he's your biological brother. That's not normal. And I'm not being a hater I'm just trying to be real with you." He told me so I looked into his eyes. "So be real with me then," I told him and he narrowed his eyes on me.

“I know—we do look alike. I hope he told you about me?” “Yeah, he did. But he didn’t mention the resemblance,” I answered. “Oh, alright then! He showed me your pictures, though you look a bit… weaker than I expected. Are you alright?” I felt a small flush of embarrassment. “I’m fine, thank you.” I recalled John had mentioned he had an elder brother and an elder sister—he said Robert was two years older than their sister and their sister was three years older than him. I’d always been painfully shy, yet somehow, speaking with him had felt easier than with most strangers.

she said, casting a look at her brother, who squinted his eyes. “I'm always cool,” Vincent defended. “You look beautiful too, Morty. I've missed you,” Nica said. Morticia careful carried Bran, Vincent’s youngest son, and greeted little Evan, holding and taking them in further. “So you did it, huh?” Vincent sighed as he approached Klaus, who was chatting with Ava. “This is weird, but congratulations,” he grinned and hugged his best friend. “I missed you, brother,” Klaus said. Vincent lowered his voice. “And yet you didn't invite me for the fight you had not too long ago.”

"Brother, you won't believe whom we met today" Bianca told her twin brother Bryan who is known as Bruce in the entertainment circle. Bryan was seen getting ready for something important when his sister stormed inside his room with out knocking. "Bianca, how many times should I tell you knock before entering?" he muttered with displeasure. He would have scolded her or cut down her allowance, but he is particularly in a good mood today, so he gave her a displeased look.