Flushed Away Brother Novels & Stories

None came. My brother is gone. Next came a shrilling scream which came from Amani. Everything seemed to move so slowly now to me like I was lost in time. Before long, my father, the current Alpha and my mother the current Luna and our cousins and pack members that I have passed earliercamw barging in, my mother came up to me, shaking me, her mouth was moving but I could hardly figure out what she was saying. The only thought that kept registering in my head was "What have I done? I have just killed my only brother! My only brother”

my brother? The oxygen I tried to draw back into my lungs seemed to disappear, to vanish from the room as if his words sucked every last drop of it from the cold chilling air surrounding us. My chest tightened with agitation, my jaw clenched and I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block all of it. But my brain, my brain was teetering right on the edge of that fucking cliff. Brother. The word yet again repeated itself. And like that, just like that, I fell off that cliff, and I knew, no, I was sure, that this time,

"DO YOU THINK I WANT YOU HERE? I FUCKING DON'T" Christopher shouted on top of his voice scaring Serena with his tone yet again. He was raging, raging like a bull at this point. He wasn't even sure about what he was talking anymore. He was not even in his senses now, while more hurt was she when she heard his next words. "YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A BURDEN TO EVERYONE. NO WONDER WHY MY BROTHER LEFT YOU, WHO WOULD TOLERATE A WOMAN AS FAKE AS YOU!"

This cheerful younger brother of mine was seeing me in my lowest condition—a brother who had failed completely. Yael ran toward me, ignoring the puddles of water dirtying his shoes. He cried bitterly, his hands gripping my arm tightly. "Brother, come home. Let's go home. Please," he sobbed. The shaking of his hands made my tired shoulders ache. I shook my head weakly, forcing myself to release his grip. "I can't, Yael. There's no way back home. Dad has made his decision, and I no longer have a place there."

Like he was promising me everything would be okay even though we both knew it might not be. I cried until there were no tears left. Until my throat was raw and my eyes burned. When I finally pulled back I felt embarrassed. Exposed. I had just broken down completely in front of Nate Henderson. The boy who tormented me for weeks. The boy who was now my stepbrother. The boy who made my entire body come alive with just a look. "Sorry," I whispered. Tried to wipe my face. "I did not mean to fall apart like that." Nate reached up and tilted my chin. Forced me to look at him. His green eyes were intense. Burning with something that made my breath catch. "Do not apologize. You are allowed to feel ev

Ederic's heart throbbed with pain as he ran away from the scene, feeling as though it had been stabbed by countless knives. Seeking comfort and solace, he approached his Hyung to ask for his bracelet, but instead, he found himself forcibly pushed into a nearby river by his brother. The frigid waters penetrated his fragile body, sending shivers down his spine.

“I'm sorry, Nathan. It just happened.” “Wait…did your brother send you here?” Nathan peers at me suspiciously. I look at him and demand he speaks plainly as I am confused. Why will I run errands for that jackass? “Your brother hasn't told you yet?” He asks, his face relaxing. My confusion increases. “Told me what?” He shrugs. “Well, of course he wouldn't. You both never liked each other. Let me get you something to drink. What do you want? Or don't worry. I know exactly what will get you in the mood. I have this new…”

Jace, walking past on his way back from somewhere, his eyes taking in the scene, me soaked in coffee, Mina and Joy standing over me like victorious bullies, and the crowd of silent witnesses. “Brother,” I called out, my voice breaking. Surely now. Surely this was too far even for him. “Please—” He stopped and looked at me for one long moment. But when he spoke, his words crushed whatever fragile hope I’d been clinging to. “Deal with whatever you’ve done,” he said coldly, then turned and walked away.

“Because it isn’t relevant.” My jaw tensed. “I think I consider it relevant, Damien.” He looked up, meeting my eyes with a measured calm. “Luca walked away from this family a long time ago,” he said, voice even. “He made his choice. We haven’t spoken in two years.” I studied his face for a moment. “But he’s your brother,” I said softly. “Your blood.” “And he turned his back on that blood.” Damien replied, sipping his wine. “You don’t need to concern yourself with him. He’s just our business partner and that’s all.”

Turn off your phone and come here. Willow's voice took on a pleased tone. Pretending innocence, yet unable to hide her triumph and satisfaction due to her young age. "Sister, what did you want anyway? I can pass along a message." “By the way, didn’t you put a box at home? My brothers said they didn’t need the birthday presents from you, so I threw the box away. You won’t be angry, right?” My heart gradually grew calm, finally feeling free of any lingering attachment.