Funny Quotes For A Brother Novels & Stories

"Then, what are you afraid of?" "I don't know, brother." He kissed forehead and said, "Go away, go away, every bad thing goes away. " And blew over my forehead. I burst into laughter and said, "I'm not a kid anymore, brother." "It made you laugh though. And, you'll be a kid to me even when you become a granny." Said while pinching my nose. I hit him on his shoulder and asked, "Are you happy?" "What is this? Don't I look happy to you?"

Jazz felt had no choice but to bend down, crouched in front of Essa, and whispered a joke through his gritted teeth. "Two brothers were talking. The younger brother asked, 'brother, can you say something in one sentence and make me upset?'" Essa blinked her eyes, tears on her cheeks, but she was listening intently. "The elder brother said, 'Your wife has a mole on her left breast.' Then the younger brother demanded, 'Now say something in one sentence to cheer me up.' And the elder brother said, 'I went to primary school with her as a toddler.'" Essa got it. She cupped her mouth and giggled. One second earlier, she was still crying, but now she was all smiling.

“You’re kidding.” Quaro’s laughter boomed, rich and unrestrained. “Brother, I never kid about hormones.”

Q was something I actually responded to since my brother had called me that since birth. "Q, you can't let him use you as his verbal punching bag or as a literal one. I swear, if he touches a single hair on your body he's a dead man," my brother made a sound at the back of his throat that sounded awfully similar to a growl. His protective instincts always controlled him, "what if that mug had hit you? What would you have done?"

I quoted my gay brother making him chuckle. “That he is. No denying that,” Kai said. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Darkous laughed, taking a long draw of his cigarette as he raised an eyebrow, seeming to control his increasing humour. “Don’t begrudge a man for his occupation, besides that shits fun.” His brother chuckled as he lit a Cuban cigar, taking an equally long draw. Darkous shook his head in amusement, unable to disagree with his brother as he spoke, his tone light and bubbly. “I have to be honest brother, that shit is fun.”

I looked at him with curiosity and maybe even a little bit of fear. I had a pretty good idea what he was capable of now and it was a little nerve wrecking. After all, he was four years younger than me. “Thanks,” I said softly and began to walk around while I massaged my wrist with my other hand. “No problem,” He said, “What are brothers for?” I scoffed sarcastically at his words which was followed by a grin. What are brothers for? To be villains together? This was seriously funny. I looked around the room while Vicent made his way out of the place.

he mutters under his breath, but I just shrug because I don’t care, “Just don’t do anything wild.” “Of course not. I’m a sad drunk,” I let him know, in case he doesn’t remember how sad and pathetic I was after the party we went to in the Blues pack when Georgie blocked me, “I’m only wild when I snort something… hehe, that was a jokey joke.” He’s about to pop a vessel. “I know damn well you’re not joking, I’m not stupid. I know the type of stuff you’ve done,” my brother mutters with an annoyed scoff. He’s such a goody two shoes, “Fortunately, you won’t find any of that here.”

He said, "Hey! Don't say anything like that. I'm your brother. Don't flirt with me." I laughed and replied, "Even if you're the last man on this planet, I wouldn't. Believe me." He pouted his lips. "And please don't make such a pitiful expression. It is completely inappropriate for you. Even when you're sad, it makes me laugh." And then I laughed again. He hugged me and said, "Whatever. Thank you for speaking for me." And retreated. "Didn't you say you're my brother? I have to speak for you, right?"

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.”