Find My Brother Novels & Stories

I bang my fist down on the table as my two brothers look at me. “Where the fuck is she? You said that you would find her Adam.” Adam jumps before turning to look at me as he replies. “I don't know Rafello.” I turn to face him as I say. “I want her found.” Before grabbing hold of his collar as I pull him up from his seat, John, my other brother, jumps up as he says. “Fuck sake, Raf, calm down; he said he would find her, and he will; he's never let you down yet.”

she stepped closer to him, “—I will do whatever I want, and you won’t dare stop me.” With that, she strode to the door and walked out. “Cute,” he muttered, walking back to his seat. He would deal with Nickolas later. But first, he had to find his brother. Where could he be? He didn’t come to work, and he wasn’t with their father, so where the hell was he? He was still tracking him on the computer when his phone buzzed. “We have your brother, and if you—” Vernon cut him off. “How much do you want?”

Tired of everything. I teleported from there and appeared in Lucas's house. The moment I appeared there, Lucas was the first to see me, and he rushed to me. "Have you found him?" he asked, and my eyes twitched. I didn't expect the news to reach him so fast, but it wasn't the right moment to ask how he knew either. I shook my head and sighed. "I can't find my brother, Lucas," I replied, with my eyes moist with tears. Maybe in front of him, I could be myself and cry out my pains.

Happy that someone can say to my brother what I wish to, but can't. I keep scanning the place with my eyes but find no one with a resemblance to Kunle. Did that brute double-cross me? "You guys should try to find him na! " I whine to the hearing of both Dayo and Derrick. *We are trying. You know I can't get any closer, if not, it will be noticed. I've checked In, and around the compound but no sign of anyone watching you.* The private investigator explains and I sigh in irritation. My brother met a private investigator during case a whike back and now he's asked for the young man's help.

The weird thing is he's not here, while he's the one who should be here, not me. “Liam… Liam… Can you hear me? Where is Liam?” I called after him while trying to leave his room. Then I re-notice my brother and his mate, “Where is he? Where is Liam? I need to see him right now.” For some unknown reason, I started feeling the urge to find my mate. Before stepping outside the room, my brother held me for a while - while attempting to stop me from leaving the room. “Let go of me! I need to find him…” I shout at him. I had to see my mate, and he had no right to stop me.

The kind of man who finds answers no one else can. I hesitate for a moment, then hit call. He picks up on the second ring. “Jake. What can I do for you?” His voice is calm, professional, with just enough curiosity to make my throat tighten. “I need you to find someone,” I say, forcing my voice steady. “Name?” “Alex Marshall. My brother.” There’s a pause. “Didn’t he move abroad?”

Yes, I have a brother, a warrior who disappeared five years ago during a mission on the border and has been missing ever since. Over the years, I have tried to find out about him through various channels, but to no avail. After burying my parents, I plan to head to the border to search for my brother. He is the only family I have left in this world. Since I didn't have a place to stay temporarily, I contacted my best friend Layla.

My mind was reeling, and I threw a hand up into my hair, running my shaky fingers through the tangled strands. There was a pause on the other end of the line, and for a moment, I thought I'd lost the connection. Then my father's voice came through, cold and detached. "No, son. I've had four different search teams look for your brother, but none of them were able to find him." I felt like I'd been punched in the gut. The air rushed out of my lungs, and my body started trembling, my eyes scanning the dark parking lot as if Aston might suddenly appear.

I’ve been wanting to throw a can of food at my younger brother all day while he’s fooling around with his girlfriend. What a nuisance! I’m the eldest. He’s the youngest—but he’s the one who found his mate first. Life really is unfair because he’s only 18 and he has already found someone special. My brother is always so lucky, while I’m 23 and still haven’t found the man who’s meant for me—my soulmate. I don’t even know what I did wrong to not deserve one. I try to be nice. I don’t hurt anyone unless they try to harm me first.

“Where have you been all night, Alessia?” Marco stepped out from the hallway that connected to the kitchen. My second oldest brother, twenty-nine years old, quiet and aggressive as always. He stood there in a dark blue shirt and pants, arms crossed, eyes sharp even in the dim morning light. He had always been the observant one. The brother who noticed when things were off.