Find My Brother Novels & Stories

I didn't bother to check my phone knowing I'm probably going to have just two messages from my best friend. I must have gotten lost in the chore because the next time I looked outside, it was already dark. I heard a door open and I know that must be why I was jolted out of the work I was doing. "Dad. I'm home". Someone announced. Wait. I know that voice. My brain started to process what was happening. No, no. It can't be. "Jane, come and meet your stepbrother". Mom said after I've heard them exchange pleasantries.

Right in front of me stood the man from the night, the one who took his time to ruin me in and out even if I could barely recall his name. I thought my heart had already gone through its strain this week, but nothing could have prepared me for what I heard next. “Please meet Ezekiel– my brother,”

“Run along or you'll miss the bus.” Ignoring him, I stepped out. A sigh escaped my mouth. I smiled at the sight of Christian. He stared down at me from his room's window, waving. “See you later, Chris.” “Cassie!” All of a sudden, my younger brother shouted from where he was - and I turned in that same direction to see my best friend and her older brother, Noah - in Noah's car. “Hi, Christian!” Cassie shouted. Now she looked at me and let out. “Hurry!”

I would always measure myself against my brother. He was the only reason I was born in the first place. When Scott had been twelve, he was diagnosed with leukemia. His best hope had been a bone marrow transplant, but neither of our parents had been a good enough match. Mom and Dad took a chance that a sibling might be, though. And then I hadn’t been.

I can't live without you' he thought in his heart. 'I hope she is safe where ever she is' he hoped. He silently cursed his fate. He turned towards Nathan who is standing beside him. "I need you to start searching for her immediately Nathan" he instructed his loyal employee and friend. Nathan nodded his head and left while typing something on his phone. Damien turned towards Matt. "You are her brother. She loves you so much. Now that we don't know where she is, you are now my responsibility. You can come with me if you like. You are well educated. I can offer a job for you in my company" Damien offered.

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.”

We spent the day making up the only way we know how—skin on skin, nothing left but heat. It almost makes me stay. Almost. But War's call won't leave my head. The moment I saw the missed call at four a.m., I knew. Shit's moving, and it's worse than I thought. I just called him back. He's got a name. A thread to pull. So I sent a message out to my brothers: Church. One hour. No excuses. We can't sit on this. This is our window, our edge. And I'll be damned if we don't use it.

I needed to let someone know before I go crazy. "He's Anabel's brother, Maya," I finally said, breaking into tears. Maya's eyes went wide. "Wait. What? The guy from the bar is Anabel’s brother? Your Anabel?" "Yes, my Anabel." I dropped my head into my hands. Maya leaned back slowly. “Oh... Wow.” “Yeah,” I said, letting out a bitter laugh. Maya stayed quiet, letting it sink in. “So… Anabel doesn’t know?” Maya asked.

The call ended, leaving the room quieter than before. He leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling. Somewhere out there was a brother he had never met, a person who shared his face, his blood, his origin. It was the one unresolved thread in his life, the one question that never quite let him rest. And lately, it felt as though everything was pulling too close at once. His job. His search. And a student he had no right to think about the way he did. Exhaling slowly, he reached for the stack of essays on his desk, forcing himself back into familiar ground. Distance, he reminded himself, was the only way forward.

I translated the juice and I didn't seem to hear my question about my older brother. I just watched him pour the juice until he finished, he continue talking about certain things. While he was busy speaking I slightly glance at my phone underneath the table and check what time it is already. It's 8:00 pm but where is older brother? He said that my older brother just went there for a while. I decided to text him To Brother, Brother, where are you? I’m waiting here with Rage. I started to get nervous now because they said my older brother was just a moment, did something happen to him so he's not here yet?