I Am No Bro Novels & Stories

I closed the door to my room softly and leaned against it, breathing out. A few minutes later, there was a knock. I opened it. Enzo stood there, one hand on the doorframe, grey eyes locked on mine. “Why did you run away?” he asked, voice low. I crossed my arms. “Must they know me? Must they know I’m your stepbrother? I don’t need people looking at me like that.” Enzo’s jaw tightened. “Funny. I should be the one saying that, considering your mom is the—”

I say it calmly but my fists are jacked. “I’m not my brother.” Dane says to me.

How can this be wrong? ‘I’ll always be her brother…’

You don't know anything, I even can't live with the girl that I loved the most, there is no one to understand, that I'm alone - you're not, I'm here for you, everyone here for you No answer, I thought at first that he won't accept but after a minute... - I don't have any brothers, would you accept me as a brother? - for sure, trust me, no matter what happens, I'll be always On your side... - thank you, your words made me happy, I appreciate that, I'm in

“Oh no, no, no, no! I don’t want my brother to sneak into my room like a thief again. So, thanks but no thanks.” . #TBC

“Awnnnn. I'm sure you do. Why don't you come give big brother Sonny a big fat hug? I stare at him in boredom, not planning on moving an inch. “Excuse me, you have a brother?" Alena asks with wide eyes. Cute. No, not cute. “No, I don't." She doesn't hear my words and starts rambling. “Oh, my goddess! You have a brother, and you didn't think it was important to fucking tell me. Do you know how bad that makes me look? Only heavens know how many other brothers you have that I don't know anything about... “I said I DO NOT have a brother." I interrupt her ramble, emphasizing my words so that she doesn't miss it this time.

The word step-sis made me cringe, but I couldn’t let him get under my skin, not now. I forced myself to say, “Hey, step-brother.” My voice was low but steady. He extended his hand toward me, and for a moment, I just stared at it, raising an eyebrow in disbelief. Seriously? The same guy who hated my very presence now wanted a handshake? He noticed my hesitation and smirked. “Don’t you know how to handshake, sis?”

It all seemed absurd. When Mr Alit touched Aaron's shoulder, he shrugged him off. "I don't have a stepmother or a little brother. If you want... you can keep them for yourself," he spoke with a rude tone, then turned and walked away from them. Mrs Alit grew concerned about her short-tempered son. He had been smiling happily, displaying his adorable dimples, but now his expression had turned cold, accompanied by harsh words.

And drugs… “Brother, when will you find dad?” “Ahhh. Sorry!” I came to my senses at the tearful baby voice. This isn’t something to imagine with an innocent 4-year-old baby in front of me. Absolutely not! “H-Harper, right?” “Yeah. What about brother?” “Huh?” “Brother’s name.” “Ah, ahaha. There’s a counter over there. Nurse—!” I’m sorry. I have no name to tell you. Please just remember me as a cool brother passing by. That’ll be good for you. And for me too…

I am not broken". Emma and I said at the same time. "AhaHhaaahaaa" that witch laughed and then said," If both of you aren't broken than who is the one which is broken. Is it me? Denying the reality doesn't change it but it'll make you feel better". Emma and I looked at each other and then again to that witch. She continued," One is trying to fight with none other than himself and the other is trying to fight her destiny. Oh, it's so interesting. But remember that the fight with your own self is the harder one. Tell me. Why are you both here?"