I Gave Up My Life To My Brother Novels & Stories

brother is really sick and he needs urgent treatment”, I said. “ Who gave birth to this useless child? Will you get out of my sight before I struggle you till death”. I went back to my brother and massaged his body with warm water but it kept getting worse so I decided to go on the street to ask for help. No one was willing to help without getting something in return. I sold myself out so I could raise money to treat my brother, as soon as I was able to sell myself to some men, I had some money with me so I decided to go to the pharmacy to get drugs for my brother. I kept doing this until one afternoon, I went to get food for my brother after sleeping with another man and when I got back ho

A sob escaped my throat no matter how much I tried to keep it in control and I couldn't even complete my word. "Brother I don't want him to come back to my life. It was really hard for me to move on and I cannot share my son with anyone. He is mine only. I am sure he would try to take him away from me, and I won't be able to live without him. You know I have survived only for him and if he took him away I don't know what would happen to me" I said everything in one breath.

"What the hell do you mean by that?" "Connor invested 300 million dollars in you. Your project might be gone, but you haven't actually lost much." He stared at her in disbelief, unable to process how his own sister could say something so cold-blooded. His face twisted into something ugly as he glared at her, his eyes practically boring holes through her. "What the fuck is wrong with you? I'm your brother! Are you seriously not going to take my side? Have you lost your mind?"

This whole life I have lived for the last five years has been because of her and her brother. “Rebel, I took the contract out on him because of what he was doing to my sister. I was there that night. Hell, I was with you every night.” I look at him. I mean, really look at him. I don’t remember him, not at all. Does that make me a shitty person? I was so consumed with my own pathetic excuse of a life I didn’t notice people coming and going from it, just surviving like I always have done. You can only rely on one person in this life and that is yourself. I learnt that lesson early on.

I find out that my soulmate is my blood brother, I get into the most depressive phase of my life that it messes up everything that has to do with me. We decide to go separate ways and then I find out that he's not my brother, he's my best friends brother. Mannnnnn Do I have a story to tell my kids. I should even write this as a book, document it, it'll go viral because how does this even sound like? What kind of drama filled life did I just experience. I'm just glad for one thing though, I've gotten my man back.

and allow my wife to abandon me on our wedding day to be with another man. Before I could even react, another person burst in through the door. It was my older sister, Hillary Sloane. The moment she stepped inside, rather than showing concern, she started scolding me. "Ivan Sloane, can't you be more understanding? Your brother is lying sick in the hospital, and all you can think about is marrying Lenora. "You're heartless. If it weren't for Gideon, do you think you'd even be standing here today? You shouldn't be so selfish. Can't you just let him have this?"

Things would never be the same between us. He was my brother but the way he felt and the way he made me feel was not the same. I couldn't explain it but my heart fluttered in my chest like a butterfly in a jar. All it wanted was to escape and right now the only escape was in the lips kissing mine, I grabbed his face with both hands and deepened the kiss as I kissed back.

Ten years, and I still flinch not knowing which version of him is about to show up. It wasn’t always like this. Ten years earlier. “Alexandra, I wanna go home,” I whined, dragging my feet as he tossed a football from hand to hand, the late sun turning the grass gold at the edges. “Sasha, chill. I told the new kid I’d meet him here to throw the ball around,” my twin brother said, his brown eyes locked on the field like he was already in the NFL. He sighed, dug in his pocket, and tossed me a granola bar. “Here. Peanut butter. Your favorite.”

My cheek still ached from the force of Kaiden shoving me aside after Lia, the outsider Omega my brother had adopted, tearfully accused me of coating her utensils with silver poison. “Three days left,” I murmured. “After that, we probably won't see each other again.” Whatever had happened between us, I still wanted to spend these last days saying goodbye properly. I knew Soren and Kaiden had both shut me out of the mind-link in anger, but I still could not stop myself from reaching for them. Just as expected, I was met with nothing but silence. I let out a bitter laugh before pulling out my phone and calling Soren.

I died entirely alone in the cold, damp shadows of a psychiatric ward. At that exact moment, my parents were standing in a grand, sunlit gallery, hosting a massive art exhibition for my younger brother, Jordan West. My girlfriend, Ella Dawson, stood beside him, applauding and celebrating his success. That honor was supposed to be mine. Every single canvas hanging in that gallery was painted with my sweat, tears, and soul. Now, every bit of it belonged to my brother. I spent my whole life competing with him, only to end up with nothing at all. When I opened my eyes again, I decided I was done fighting. This time, I only wanted to live my own life. This time, I was going to love myself