Good Night Brother Novels & Stories

Her voice grew closer, footsteps approached as I zipped my bag shut, ready to leave. The door swung open, and there they were—Aaron just standing there and Rhoda behind him, looking exasperated. Their gazes flicked to my packed bag, Rhoda’s eyes turned glassy as she took a step forward. “Jo...” she whispered, her voice breaking. I looked at her, ignoring Aaron completely. “Just so you know,” I said calmly, “your brother is an asshole. And yeah, I’ll text you my address in the morning.” I stepped forward, waiting for them to move out of my way.

The brothers were frozen beside me, their tension thick, their gazes locked onto him like he was a threat. I stepped forward cautiously, my body tight with suspicion. "Who are you?" My voice came out sharper than I intended. The man smiled faintly, his gaze never leaving mine. "I'm Lucas." He tilted his head, studying me like he was seeing a ghost. "And I believe… I'm your brother." My breath caught. Brother? The word felt foreign, impossible. A laugh slipped past my lips, sharp and humorless. "You're joking." "I’m not," Lucas said smoothly, his voice calm, unwavering. "We were separated at birth."

He told Nathaniel he didn’t know how to tell her, not with college just around the corner. Nathaniel had listened, nodded, tried to give advice even though he himself didn’t know what love was supposed to feel like. They talked for a while, and then Ethan left. But Nathaniel wasn’t free yet. That same evening, he was supposed to meet Nigel—Ryan’s older brother—who worked at the Whitmore company. Nigel was a great friend, and had promised to show him a new game after work. Nathaniel had been late because of Ethan, but he still rushed over, hoping Nigel might still be around.

He can be your brother from now on. Rosalie sent an eye-rolling emoji. ‘It’s fine. He's your brother. How could you give him to me?’ ‘I totally can, and I'd be happy to! Oh, my brother just messaged me saying you're about to sleep. Am I disturbing you?’ ‘No, you’re not, but I am about to sleep.’ ‘Alright then, goodnight. We can text each other tomorrow. Have a good rest!’ ‘You should go to bed early, too. Staying up late is bad for your skin,’ Rosalie texted.

Lila spoke. "I have a brother. Younger brother. Mateo. He's thirteen now. Maybe fourteen. I don't know. I haven't seen him in two years. Since we got separated. Different foster homes. Different cities. Different lives. I don't know where he is. If he's okay. If he's alive. I just. I think about him. Every day. Wonder. Worry. Miss him. He's the only real family I ever had. And I lost him. And I don't know how to find him."

"I had been eating betrayal at my table." The apartment got silent again. That afternoon had changed everything. It was the day I stopped waiting for death. It was also the day I understood that the greatest danger, in my life had never been my illness. It had been my brother.

“Fine.” “There you go,” he said brightly. “See? That wasn’t so hard. Tomorrow’s going to be fun. Try not to look like you’re suffering when you see her.” “Don’t push it.” He laughed. “Goodnight, brother.” The call ended, leaving me alone again with the silence.

I said as I gulped at his warning " Good boy, now just last hug before letting you get your rest." I smiled at my brother and hugged him, before he changes his mind. " Good night Marco." " Good night, love." He kissed my forehead and left To be continued...

I ducked my head shyly. "Sleep," Jamaal cooed softly. "Let's do something before it gets dark. I will drop you off in your house," Jamaal said facing. "Ahmad, will you be okay on my bed?" He asked his brother. "Sing.." Ahmad drawled out sleepily, yawning. I raised my brows up as I stared at the brothers. Jamaal cleared his throat loudly, he turned to look at me but I looked away, pretending I wasn't watching them.

“Just remember, if my brother gets too intense, I am only a text away. I am not scary like him. Goodnight.” Text away? Nah. Ivan would definitely not like this.