I Am No Bro Novels & Stories

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?”

Personal space, dude! I huff in frustration. "Dude, what the hell! I'm not! He's bound to one of my best friends and he's the big brother of another! He's just a good guy. Like a good brother should be!" I snark, hoping he gets the point... Not that that was fair. Knox is a good brother... Most of the time.

He reached out to wipe her tear, but that only made more roll down. “What is your name?” he asked softly. Shaking her head, she almost whispered “No-one” He tried to not get annoyed but when he asked again, she looked him straight in the eye. “I AM No-one. I was never given a name at birth as I was weak and nearly died. A peasant couple took me in and raised me as their own, but it did not take long for me to find out the truth when I got older. But that is not important. What is important is that you need to find all your brothers before you can take on your uncle. You cannot take him on by yourself. That you need to remember.”

`someone already replaced you in the heart of your sister. I am just joking bro. You will never be away from my heart. There wouldn’t be a happy charm like this if you are not here. I am not going to be carried by that negativity. I know that you are going to fight bro. You have to wake up now because you are being so skinny already.

“It’s been a long time.” Alessio didn’t move. He stood like a statue behind Noa, close enough that Noa could feel his body heat at his back. But for once, Alessio didn’t reach out. Didn’t try to touch him. Maybe he knew. Maybe even he understood that this was something too raw to control. Noa shook his head, eyes locked on the man. “This is a trick.” “It’s not,” the man said gently. “I’m your brother.” “You’re lying.”

Trying not to think. Trying not to understand what he was implying. “Bullshit.” I spat. “Not bullshit, big brother,” Romano said with a bitter grin. “We’re fucking half-brothers, idiot!” His voice rang out through the room. The words echoed in my skull. Half-brothers? No. There’s no way in hell that could be true. He was trying to save himself. Romano and I, of the same blood? Never in a million fucking years.

Kevin replied adamantly. “Don’t do this man.” “Dude, you either join in the brother’s code or you leave me alone.” Brother’s code? What brother’s code? I so much wanted to know but I can’t afford to make myself be remembered now, I made a mental note to ask Adrian, that’s if he will tell me though.

Dibs is a real bro code. "HELL YEAH! If I say shotgun, I get to ride in the front." Everyone knows that. "We aren't twelve anymore." Ha. My brother is in denial. He still jokes about bodily functions, plays video games, and watches porn. Boys never grow up. "Dibs." I said quickly before downing the last of my espresso. "You are so annoying. More importantly, I don't care." Noah sat back, crossing his legs and asking for the cheque from the waitress.

Brother Theorem shouted. "And who told you I'm Brolonde ?!" I shouted, the three of them were silenced because of that. "I'm not Brolonde, I only use your last name but I prefer to use my dad's last name! I HAVE NOT BEEN A BROLONDE FOR A LONG TIME! SINCE YOU MESSED UP MY LIFE I AM NO LONGER A BROLONDE!" I cried and cried.

“Why don’t we go outside, dear friend? It’s quite hot in here don’t you think.” The poor man quickly tried to buy his way out of the consequences of lying to his friend. “Wait bro.. let me explain.” “Bro?.. “ Noah repeated as he frowned and reminded. “I’m not your brother. And yes... You do owe me an explanation.”