Harwin Strong Brother Novels & Stories

he said a little proudly as he handed me a thick album of photos. “Wow! Honestly, I was looking forward to seeing this. I got so excited just thinking about it,” I admitted shamelessly as I took the album from his hand. “I’m glad to see someone so happy to see photos of my stupid brother,” Harvey said with a small laugh. I could tell that the two brothers love each other a lot. Harvey was many years older than Hayden, but I wasn’t sure just how much older he was. The two of them looked so similar now and their age gap did not show at all.

The gathering also included men such as Liam, Oliver, Miles, Marvin, Adrian, Justin, Jacob, Anthony, Kevin, Ethan, Joseph, Keith, and Sebastien. It came to light that Joseph and Keith were Liam and Harper's younger brothers. The camaraderie was palpable, and the familial bonds were evident as people mingled and shared joyful moments in the sun-dappled garden. The atmosphere exuded warmth and camaraderie, making it clear that this gathering was more than just a casual meetup – it was a celebration of kinship and shared connections.

My brother, Harlan…Adrian’s father…knew it too. Harlan was never meant to rule. He was the spare, the second son, born after me, weak in spirit and weaker in body. When our father died, the crown should have passed to me, his eldest, until Levi came of age. That was the old way. The true way. But Harlan wanted glory he hadn’t earned.

“I am not going anywhere with you.” “I compelled your brother to leave us alone.” Harvey glances toward the stairs. “He will forget about what happened here with… Uh… Marie. We don’t need him getting into trouble, do we? But if you stay here any longer, strange things will happen to you and him. Do you want him to get hurt?”

“You came less than an hour ago while I've been here for nothing less than three. I rushed my parents up because I wanted to know if we'd been put together.” Harold simply chuckled. “I wasn't able to have breakfast well with my younger brother breathing down my neck literally.” “Younger brother?” Wilkes asked as a small frown came on his face like a mask. “I didn't know you have one.” “He's not exactly my brother,” Harold drawled. “He is Sarah's son which makes him my step-brother. Either ways, I was stuck with him at home and now, in school, too.” “He made it in here?” Wilkes asked. The frown on his face was slowly being replaced with a look of uncertainty.

"That's something else entirely." "We'll all talk," I say firmly. "The four of us. Together. Figure out if there's a way to make this work." "Or watch it explode spectacularly." "Or that." Harvey's quiet for a moment, his fingers tracing absent patterns on my bare shoulder. "I've known them for fifteen years," he says finally, his voice tight. "Ares and Marco. They're not just business partners. They're my brothers. The only family I've had since I was fifteen years old."

“Hubby, how much do you know me?” “Why did you ask?” Harvey raised his brows when he asked. “A while ago a man called my old number and ask me to meet him up. I ask him who he is and he said that he is my brother” Harvey was surprised when he heard what Arrianne asked. He, himself, just found out that Arrianne has a brother. “What else did he say?” “Nothing. After I ask him to text me the time and place. I hung up.” “Did he reply?” “Yes, here,” Arrianne said and showed him her phone with the text from her so-called brother.

I begin the question but pause when it hits me harder. Matthew my other best friend, a guy with a business mind and husband material, who worked for 'The Stewart's and Co', the avaricious corporation that has currently taken over my company, challenged me once when I invited him to our success celebration, that our company would be the next to be taken over by his and the employees here would go for fishing with their butt out, including me. A surge of tiny anger started burning in the pit of my stomach. " My foot, if you find him," I warn."Tell him that I will pour cement in his mouth till he chokes".

Before I can grab it, Godfrey practically swoops in and snatches it. “Harlow: It’s past time you came back to the only family who really has your best interests at heart. I’ll be picking you up in the morning, be ready, ~C.” “This paper reeks of dog,” Godfrey sneers, holding it out like it's diseased. “Who is the male Harlow,” Angel asks. My sunflower looks up at Anna, who nods. “Caden, Skip’s brother. He’s the one who has been running the bar and who knows what else since Skip went on the run,” she says, as Anna twirls her hand in a ball, conjuring up a piece of paper.

He said with a smirk, holding onto his camera like it was gold. * * “I haven’t seen your brother Adrian for a while. I thought he’d visit in the hospital but he didn’t. Is everything okay?” Harriett asked as they pulled up at the mansion and Damien groaned inaudibly at how his brother and son shared the same name. When he remarries Harriett, he’s surely going to change that. He didn’t care if she got the name from a priest. His son wasn’t going to share a name with his brother.