Good Night Brother Novels & Stories

My brother breaks my thoughts and replies, “Okay. I’ll make sure some food is sent up to his room. By the way, were you going to do something tonight? You never miss having a meal with us.” My eyes slowly roam up Brayden’s back and over to the soft curves of his waist and shoulders. He is so not like an alpha. My brother asks again, “So, were you?” I swallow down the lump in my throat as I tear my eyes away from Brayden. “If you must know, I was planning ongoing out to a club tonight to unwind, but I won’t be able to do that now. Is there anything else you are wondering?”

He was beautiful when he smiled—gentle and kind beneath his quiet outside. “Goodnight, brothers,” I said finally, my heart full as they each kissed my forehead with brotherly love. “Sleep well, sister,” they replied, and I carried their love with me into my dreams.

She rested her hand on mine before saying goodnight. "Goodnight baby," I said before drifting off to sleep. I hope we win tomorrow.

But what exactly did she want from him, she asked herself…but she didn't know. By the time she reached her apartment, the sun had begun to dip lower, painting the sky in pale gold and muted pink. Elara kicked off her shoes and dropped her bag by the door, leaning back against it with a slow exhale. She pulled out her phone and saw she had missed her brother's call. Turning on the light in the living room, she dialed his number. “Hey Tiny”, Her brother’s voice was clear and steady and for some reason, made her feel much better, even though she couldn’t exactly place why she wasn’t feeling great initially.

"I cannot sleep." "You are not eating." "I am not hungry." "You are not talking." "I do not have anything to say." Ezra crossed the balcony and stood beside her. He did not touch her. He just stood there, close but not close enough. "Talk to me," he said. "There is nothing to talk about." "There is everything to talk about. You almost lost your brother. You are traumatized. You are grieving. And you are trying to pretend that none of it happened."

You could ask me if I’m in love with my brother’s best friend and I would tell you with a straight face absolutely fucking not. Kane Wilder is my brother Landon’s best friend, a.k.a a pain in my fucking ass. I met him for the first time when I was six.

I closed my eyes and repeated what he said in my head. There! Right there! I had no doubt who I was talking to. Zachary—my big brother. Yet when I looked at him, I could only see Zach—the amazingly hot guy I met last night. This. Was. Fucked. Up. He sighed and then he asked, “Do you feel sorry about last night?”

the brunette says, acid lacing her voice. “The only good thing about her is her hot brother. Adam. I don't understand how they're related to be honest. You know Adam slept with my sister last year, she said it was better than she imagined. Maybe, I'll try to make it to one of their parties, I hear they host a few a semester." "Ewe, isn't that gross? Sleeping with the same guy your sister slept with?"

But before I let myself fall asleep, I read his last reply. Brother R: Rest now, my baby sister. You'll get over with it. Don't worry, I'm here for you. Don't hesitate to call if you need some ears to listen you. I smiled and replied, Sure, bro. :)

Laga replied swiftly. Cornell noticed his brother was acting different and thought he might be needing his space to think for a while. “Umh! Okay, alright. I guess I would let you be for tonight and speak to you tomorrow morning, alright.” Cornell said as he hugged his brother and kissed his forehead. “Good night brother.” He said and left Laga’s chamber. “Good night beloved brother.” Laga whispered to himself as he gave out a loud breath and fell tiredly on his bed.