Eren Brother Novels & Stories

Everyone knew everyone else. “I wonder if Father Clement is going to pinch himself next?” Irene giggled softly. Soon after the sermon was over, Father Clement walked over to Bryan “Sr Adalase, is that your brother?” “Yes Father.” “I need to have a word with him.” “Sure.” Bryan gestured Ben towards him. Ben rolled his eyes as he went forward. “You must be the notorious Adalase.” Father Clement knitted his brows. “No, that one is standing beside mom pretending to be adorable.” Ben smirked.

”Jeff and Brandon are Brothers? TBC

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.

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."

ULFRED/ADAM My brother had this annoying smirk on his face like he had already won. It pissed me off big time. “Why are you running, dear big brother” he laughed. “I am just stalling for time little bro. you and your people will not make it our of here alive.” He laughed. “What, did you think you will come in here, kill me and walk out?” he threw his head back laughing.

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?”