Novel & Cerita Eren's Brother

Ronan sighed and shook his head, “You don’t know how important you are to Moon Forest Den. If you do, you won’t say this.” “What do you mean? Of course, I know my importance and worth, that is why I’m the princess.” She joked and laughed. Ronan joined her to lessen the awkwardness in the air. “By the way, your brothers finally called.” He announced, feeling exhausted. Erika raised a brow, “They finally remembered they had a little sister.” She said with a scoff. Ronan sighed, “Erika, they were angry…”

He’s cute, I like him. “No, we can’t, who the fuck are you?” Grayson now looks at me angrily, I’m guessing they don’t know who I am? I’m guessing these are the sons. Shit. Someone could have warned me. “Raven, apparently Dave is my dad.” I shrug and pull on a cropped top and black ripped shorts. “He’s your dad?” Grayson stands confused. His eyes analysing me, no doubt trying to see the resemblance. “For now yes, he was dead for years, but now he is my dad apparently. Who knows?” I shrug and they stand confused still. “So, you’re my stepbrothers then?” I assume they are.

Richer than his father Richard. They both used to scream at each other the whole night. Eric used to lock himself in the room so that he doesn't have to face all that shouting. Cassandra was quite small at that time to understand that stuff. Eric also has a brother named Ethan. He was older than Eric. He is 26 right now. He most of the times used to stay at his friend's home. He never had good relationships with his parents.

He strengthened his invisible shield to Ezekiel, but Erone kept attacking their youngest brother, just like his father pushed his aggression towards him. “Erone, stop it!” he yelled, but his oldest brother didn’t mind. While Eleand endured his defense against his father, “Dad, please. It’s me! It’s me, your son!” he pleaded, still avoiding his attacks. He begged for them to stop, but they did not listen. The two were determined to kill them. Eleand never felt this horror before, especially since his family was involved. Death didn’t matter to him but losing his family in this kind of battle horrified him.

said Rios as he handed the older brother an earpiece. “Be careful. I hope that we will not lose our connection. Take care of her, she can’t remember,” he added as he patted Erin on the shoulder before returning to his work. Erin looked at his brother and shook his head. He would not believe it was smarter than him. He knew every move. This is, in fact, a knight. “I’ll do it not only for our family, but also for Scarlett.” “Good luck, bro.” *** END OF FLASHBACK

It wasn't the first time but you can't blame me, Eric looks like he could kill " I'm going to kill you Samuel," He rubbed his face, " Did you think I'm a damn stupid little faggot? Everytime I catch you doing something you say the same things. I had enough, I'm calling your brother." I gulped at his comment, " Wait, no Eric! You! You can't be serious!" Has my brother lost it? It's too early for me to die! What am I even thinking at this point? Smoke had really fucked up my brain!

he exclaimed. I groaned. He can never take anything seriously. "No, dickhead. It's not you. It's someone much worse." "Who can be worse than me?" Nolan shrugged. "My girlfriend's brother," I sighed as I announced it.

For a moment it seemed I had seen them but didn’t pay much attention to it, I needed to get the hell out of here. Trey walked towards us with a blank expression but a burning gaze as he faced his brother. “Don’t act up in front of our sister.” He held Dorian’s wrist tight, trying to lower the gun but Dorian remained unmovable. “Sister?” Dorian frowned. “Since when did we have a sister?” Trey rolled his eyes. “Well dad finally found true love and the woman has a daughter.” I guess this was new info to him although he didn’t show it on his face, he moved away slapping his brother’s arm away and turned to me. “Don’t you ever come in here or touch my stuff, otherwise bullets will end up in you.”

After my sister-in-law Lydia had my brother Caleb's kidney removed and spent three years draining his blood, he escaped back to our hometown barely alive. He lay on a bed at the clinic, holding my hand tight as he said, "Noah, don't go after them. You can't afford to cross Lydia's family." Three days later, he died in my arms. I buried him on the hillside behind the town, under the old oak tree he had loved to climb as a child. On the seventh day after I buried him, a black Maybach stopped at the edge of town. Lydia got out with a frail man who looked like he could fall over at any time. She stood outside my house's door and looked at me. "Noah, where's your brother? Tell him to come o

Julian had just returned from work, his final day before taking his wedding leave. "Julian, you're home! Well? Did you get your leave? The timing is so tight, darling," Raya said in a playful, pampered tone. The man embraced Raya briefly. "Yes, you know I'm still an employee, Raya. My brother only just gave his approval." "Be patient, Julian. If your brother says you aren't ready, it means you have much to learn. You need to be like your late father—a successful entrepreneur," Mrs. Eleanor added, joining the conversation.