Novel & Cerita Eren Brother

His smile was more natural this time, less performative. “So,” he said, crouching slightly so he could be eye-level with them, “like your mama said, I’m Antonio. I’m your uncle—your dad’s older brother,” he announced. Tessa blinked slowly, digesting the information, while Hardin’s expression hardened. From where Eros sat, he let out a quiet scoff. “Older brother,” he muttered under his breath with a crooked smirk, just loud enough for Adriana to hear. Adriana ignored him, watching closely instead.

"You haven't told uncle Thomas about Luuk?" Ruben shrugged lazily. Luke rolled his eyes and flashed the shocked Thomas a pitiful gaze. Thomas wasn't just Ruben’s closest aide, he is also his best friend. Ruben forgot to mention it because of his busy schedules." Uncle Thomas listen to me, don't get confused. This is Luuk, meaning Light bringer, my younger twin brother." Luke huffed his shoulder pompously, proud of himself as a self-acclaimed elder brother.

I said before finishing the last shot of Red Label and pulling him up close to me. Ate’s older brother, Edward, is supposed to be outdoors. I was stunned and rushed out of my brother’s place. He is the youngest among us, but I appear to be the youngest because I don’t want to be a sister to my siblings, who are far more mature than me in making life decisions.

"So you agree to the fact that you're drunk?" "No. I mean—" "Who was the first?" Aaron intruded. "Uh?" Adrian dizzily asked. "You said I was the second, so who was that first?" "Oh. Yeah. My brother, my elder brother." "You have a brother?" Surprised and shocked, were the emotions Aaron had. "He'd probably be dead by now... I don't give too much fuck about the nigga." "Why?" He wondered what might have gone wrong between the two of them.

Xavier “I have told you several times that in this business there are no friends. You have to be very careful about who you let into your space.” My father scolded me on the phone. “I understand your point, father, but I have told you countless times not to worry about Adrian. And like I’ll always tell you, Adrian is my friend and brother.” I said. "Brother, from where? Because I am sure he didn’t come out of my loins.” My father said, and I had to roll my eyes. My father could be a little bit dramatic at times.

Natasha rested her head gently against his shoulder. "You've listened to me, so tonight...I'll listen to you." Ethan let out a quiet breath. "I don't know where to start." "The beginning." His eyes remained fixed on the rain outside. "When people hear the word 'mafia', they imagine power, money, fear but they don't imagine children." Natasha stayed silent. "My brother and I...we didn't grow up like normal brothers, we grew up as competitors, our father believed affection made men weak so he never praised us, he compared us."

That day, Mom had ruffled my hair and asked, “Harry, which one do you want to choose as your brother?” The day before, I had begged her nonstop to give me a big brother. So, the next day, she took me to the orphanage to pick one. Later on, the boy under the tree became my brother. I gave him his name, just as carefully as I used to name my teddy bear and toy soldiers. When I tore up my homework, he rewrote it for me. After I broke the neighbor’s antique vase, the punishment landed on his palms instead of mine.

Ethan protested. Leo winced. He'd been trying not to think about that part of it. “Maybe he was coerced, or tricked,” Leo said. “I don't know. I just know I can't banish my own brother. I can't give up on him.” “Yeah. I get that he's the only family you had after the Rogues killed your parents,” Ethan said. “But you have a new family now. A mate, and an heir on the way. You have to think of their safety.”

type. Ethan pushed off the doorframe and walked over, hands in his pockets. He stopped just behind me—close enough that I could feel the warmth coming off him, smell that stupid woodsy cologne he always wore. “It’s Aaron’s,” he said quietly, like he was letting me in on a secret. My stomach did a slow, sick flip. “Aaron?” I repeated, turning just enough to look at him. “As in… your Aaron? The one who moved to Barcelona last year?”

They laugh but continue their gross PDA, which threatens to blind me. “Let’s go for a walk before they permanently scar us.” “I like the way you think, big brother.” He visibly winces when I say this. Does he not want me to call him brother? Wasn’t he the one talking about me being his sister? He stands and then pulls me to my feet. My body flushes with heat; yeah, if he knew how he affected me, he really would not want me calling him brother. I groan. When will I be able to touch him without my insides turning to mush? We walk through the park mostly in silence, just enjoying each other's presence as we inhale the fresh air and observe the locals playing with their children.