Flushed Away Brother Mga Nobela at Kwento

That brother of mine has always gotten away with it- he laughed. Brother… the word echoed over and over in Jade's head. -Bro ... th ... er?- She could barely speak of the shock. The wolf bowed his head. -You didn't know?- He leaned his head in his hand. -Well, yes, I'm Vladek's brother.- I guess you don't even know that. My brother is such a liar. I was sure he was going to take advantage of you and look what he did. Take back what is mine- he shook his head feigning disbelief.

Loving son and brother. I screamed. I screamed until I was certain my eardrums were bleeding. No amount of anything could stop this pain. The pain of being forgotten had no comparison to this. My Evan, my brother. Dead. “Get me out of here!” This was a dream, this had to be a dream. My brother was not dead, not while I was still breathing. My landscape remained the same, the grey stone, the dead trees. Nothing changed. That thick fog only thickened. And somehow I knew there was nothing beyond there. If I ran through it I would fall to my death. That was the only way to escape the pain.

His domineering eyes looked up to see his sister and his hands withdrew from my waist and face. The ripples of water around me turned to a blur and the streams of tears flooded my eyes. All I could think of as he backed away from me was the word ‘slut.’ I turned away from him, gripping the pool edge to see Kathie. The light in her raging eyes dimmed when she noticed the tears streaming down my face. “What the fuck did you do to her, Marcus?” She screamed at her brother who was already climbing up the pool stairs. “The pool is all yours.” He hissed, walking past her towards the house.

my mom said as tears flowed freely from her eyes. "I'm really sorry, Mom. I'm sorry for keeping my problems to myself," I apologized as I held her tightly, causing her to cry even more. I know I became too self-centered by locking myself up in sadness. I didn't think about my family, who needed me, especially because of what happened to my brother, Anthony.

Fuck. I peer down seeing my brother suffocate on his own blood as his pulse slows. “Brother … what have you done?” I choke out the words as he coughs and splutters on the floor. The fact my brother is even alive is because he is a hybrid. “Couldn’t let you die, what are big brothers for?” he banters even at this time he still has his humour.

Turned on his heel. And walked away. I crumbled. Curled into myself, I sobbed until my throat went raw. If I could reach into my chest and tear out the aching organ, I would’ve. After a few minutes, I heard footsteps again. Through my blurry vision, I saw the black polish of Alexander’s shoes. My eyes trailed up to find him adjusting his cufflinks. “I’m heading to the office,” he said flatly. I said nothing. Only Alexander Westwood would go into the office mere hours after marrying his brother’s bride.

It was as if she didn't know the right expression to keep. "That's two questions. It's supposed to be one." Brother frowned at her. "Oh." She nervously joined her hands and turned to the others. "So, tell me, is it Dinma?" Max's brother arched a brow at him. "I already broke up with her. We have nothing in common any more." Brother balled his hands into fists as he tried to school his expression. "Let's forget about it." The others chuckled before they continued to spin the bottle. Things went on normally until the bottle landed in front of me. Finally!"

He turned toward his car. James moved quickly, stepping in front of him, blocking his path. “I’m your best friend,” James said desperately. “You can’t send me away like this. You’re my brother, Aiden. We’re brothers…we’re family.” His eyes pleaded, silently begging. Aiden met his gaze with a cold, merciless stare. “Brothers don’t lie to each other,” he said. With that, he shoved James aside and climbed into his car. The engine roared to life, and within seconds, he drove off, disappearing from sight.

I wiped my sweaty palms on my sweatshirt, faking nonchalance as I stepped up onto the sidewalk alongside them. Them being my daughter and Flinn Coltridge. Flinn Coltridge, my brother's best friend. A man-whore. A cocky bastard who knew he was God's finest work until then. A decadent, egotistical work of art in a Prada suit. Too bad the work of art was a masterpiece.