I Am No Bro Novels & Stories

“Last time you played, you got… a little overzealous.” I raised an eyebrow. He rolled his eyes. “Fine. You went slightly unhinged and nearly decapitated Ryan with a racket. But hey! That was six years ago! You’ve matured since then, haven’t you?” “Wrong,” I said coolly. “I’m still the same. And I’m still not playing with you.” “But I need a solid partner!” Noah groaned dramatically, clasping his hands together like he was about to drop to his knees. “Do you know who Ryan is teaming up with? Lucian! Lucian! My own brother would rather pair up with our cousin than with me.”

He was trying to get under my skin. I clenched my jaw. "I am your superior," I reminded him with a hard slap on the desk. "And trust me when I say, you are going to do the damn job." He leaned forward slightly, his lips curved in that annoying way. "You know, it's really ironic. A little nobody like you... thinking he can boss me around." His tone was that of a smug professor making up a lecture as he went. "Trust me, bro... Is it okay if I call you that? Because technically, you are my brother." Trey’s voice was full of sarcasm.

said Noah smiling. “Before Fourth Brother took the position as the lord of the family, we were all brothers in arms. “On the battlefield, we got beat up by our enemies… “When we’re back in Hong Kong, we got beat up by the rich people! “After that, we swore that we’d rise to power no matter the cost! “And now that Fourth Brother’s there, no one would even think of disrespecting me! “After all, I’m Marcel’s third brother. “But if I’m being honest, it’s been a while since anyone dared to lay their hands on me,” said Noah in admiration.

“Missing mom and dad hmm?” The question succeeded in making my tears fall, and at the same time my breath was getting tighter. I tightened my arms on Hamdan while trying to hold on. My shortness of breath lately isn't as bad as it used to be. I don't know when exactly, but I'm a little grateful for that. "Sorry bro, all this time—me, I was selfish to--!" “Shhh! Not now Key, brother doesn't want it now. You are in front of my brother in good health and still able to survive. I'm already very grateful, you hear hmm?"

“Who do you think you are? Get the fuck to wherever the hell you spawned from, and leave us alone….we do not need someone like you here.” “Well, it’s a good thing I’m not here to see you….As I said, dear old friend, I am here for my girlfriend.” I said. “Besides, I already placed my bid on her, and I'm sure I won……Last I checked, the rules for Riverbrooke’s auctions state that no one can place a bid on two people, so you cannot have Lydia and Nora at the same time.”

"Turns out I was wrong. I was so, so wrong. I didn't raise a brother. I raised an ungrateful wretch." Dennis stumbled back a couple of steps, bumping into the coffee table with a heavy thud. He kept shaking his head, mumbling, "No... That's impossible... You're lying... You're making this up!" "If you think I'm lying, go home and ask Dad." I looked at him with cold indifference, determined to break his last illusion. "Though I doubt he has time for you right now."

“Brothers? You must be joking. We’re not twins. Same year, same month—sure. But I’ve never heard of brothers born from different mothers and raised like strangers.” “Stop calling me brother. My mother died early. I have no mother. No siblings. No family.” “So stop pretending. Just get lost. None of you are welcome here. You don’t deserve it.” ***

"I think you should stop lying to yourself. Either you do am and live with am, or you cut am off proper. This half half go kill you." Jake doesn’t answer. But it sticks. --- Rihanna is not doing better. She fails her Marketing test. First time ever. Lecturer calls her out — "Rihanna, you dey here?" She just packs her bag and leaves. Ada follows her to the hostel. "What is wrong with you? Since you came back you dey different." Rihanna wants to say it. The words are right there. _I’m in love with my brother and he said he feels it too and now I don’t know if I’m relieved or destroyed._

I knew immediately, he was Ramsey’s son. He looked almost exactly like his father, tall, broad shoulders, sharp jawline but there was something darker about him. His forearms were covered in tattoos that disappeared under the sleeves of his black shirt. He had a small silver piercing on his eyebrow and that smirk… God, that smirk. Arrogant, annoying and Infuriating. He looked like trouble wrapped in designer clothing. I lifted my chin slightly and walked past him without saying a word. I don’t need stepbrother drama. I’m here for one mission only.

"I won't leave this bitch now, brother." . #TBC