Flushed Away Brother Novels & Stories

Iver and April had decided to have a talk with him when he comes back and Iver wanted to properly give him a genuine apology for all he had said to him. When he arrived however, he was being supported by Knox. They thought he was hurt at first but then, they realized he was just drunk, really drunk. The last time the two saw their brother drunk was when he was seventeen and had lost to an opponent in a wrestling match. He already had a few injuries before the match and so, he believed it wasn't fair and had asked for a re-match but he was thrown out. He had branched by a bar and gotten drunk, he was so drunk that he collapsed and slept off on the side of the road until a neighbour saw him an

I was feeling proud of how bold I sounded, until the back of my neck prickled, like I’d been targeted by some predator. Slowly, I turned my head and met a pair of chilling eyes. Leon? What was my brother doing here? He was sitting one row behind me, looking sharp in a tailored suit. His face was set in stone, eyes dark and cold. My heart lurched, and the fan sign I’d been holding slipped from my hand and hit the ground with a sharp smack. He lifted his gaze slightly, his voice low. “Half an hour. Get home.” Though the concert wasn’t even over, I slipped out.

I reached out, gripped her chin, and smiled until my eyes curved. “I want all of them buried with my brother.” “No. I won’t allow it.” I kicked Vivian away. She clutched her chest and collapsed to the floor. Sitting on the bed, I looked down at her. “What the hell are you to give me orders?” “Throw her out.” I brought my brother home. There were scars all over his wrists. Every time he saw me, he was always smiling. But behind my back, he had suffered so much. I held his cold hand and pressed it against my face.

The sight of blood pushed me to the edge, making it impossible to keep my eyes open. His words cut through the haze of my distress. "Why make such a fuss? Your brother was deep into the Mafia. Blood must have been a regular sight for you." My brother was involved in the Mafia? I am not sure why or how he is talking so negatively about my brother when he himself is everything that he defines about himself. "Please, just stay away. Don't touch me with those bloodied hands," I pleaded, my voice quivering as I frantically tried to inch away.

Nyra stared at the screen blankly for a few seconds before raising an eyebrow, “Why am I looking at a picture of Professor Moore?” Elara turned her head sharply to her friend, tears pooling in her eyes, “That's my brother” Nyra inhaled loudly, the sound harsh in the quiet of the room, like she’d been punched in the chest. “What the fuck.”

I spent the whole weekend in New York drinking alone. I was surprised, depressed and lost, after knowing Fai and Damian are brothers. I feel like there's no way to turn back and start from the beginning again. All my plans fell apart. I can say Damian is a good man and I am sure he won’t go back to me when he knows I am with his brother, Fai. Now, I don’t know what I should do? End my game with Fai and pursue Damian or continue the plan since I need more information about Damian, Anna and others.

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.

Her older brother had always been strong, a protector ever since their father died in that fire. It was devastating to see him like that-in a cold cell, like a man who had lost everything. She recalled the dried tears on his face. Vincent had never cried in front of her before, and just the thought of it made her sob quietly into her pillow. He could be annoying, but she loved him deeply. Her brother not only had his heart broken, but his reputation had been destroyed in one night. She could only hope he'd be okay. - [CLUB] "Vincent," Nica managed to push the drunk man off her, but he leaned in again, crashing his lips onto hers and shoving his tongue into her mouth, teasing her.

’ I reached out to my brother. ‘Whats up?’ He replied. ‘Am just going out. I need a fucking drink.’ He sounded angry. It did not surprise me he was heading out. If anything, I was surprised he wasn't already out. Though, I imagined the drama with Dad and the pack elders may have delayed his plans, and made his already bad mood so much worse. Maybe now wasn’t the best time… ‘Sorry. I didn’t think.’ I responded.

Third Point Of View: Fleurie frowned at the sound of the familiar name; the realization hit her quickly, and memories rushed back like wild waves in the middle of a storm. Her heart swelled and exploded with pain; her brother had returned, and just seeing him caused her pain; the sadness drained through her rather than skating over her skin. It managed to pass through every cell on its way to the ground. She filtered it, but strangely, she kept what was pure, leaving only the dirt.