I Gave Up My Life To My Brother Novels & Stories

I had a plan. I was sitting on the bed with a soap bar hidden under my pillow. Too bad for De Leon, who did not think that I could make a plan like that. Of course, I never showed that to my brother, but I loved him more than I loved myself. Who would not. My brother had sacrificed his life, his dreams and even his wishes to protect me from that bastard. And became a slave for him. But I had enough of it.

Where we leave under the same roof but hardly communicate. Circling my own in my finger, I look at a picture of Tiara, sitting proudly on my brother's desk. He is not the only one who lost the love of his life. I did too. Even if my love was one-sided, I did love her and her death affected me as much, but I knew there need to be someone to have the family's back and would have to keep his sorrows aside and I decided to do that. My brother was very young, when he sacrificed a lot, to give us a better life and for the first time, it was his emotions he prioritize and let him do that.

“Everyone is a thug out there. It won`t be a miracle to be one- to be you.” “Over my dead body. Not when I`m still alive.” “I might as well kill you then.” He gave me a look and said, “I wouldn’t be surprised if you did, it's life. Those that you know well and like will leave or betray you when you least expected.” At last, we arrived at home, “You are sweet, my brother.” I said, “Damn sweet!” After the chat with my brother. I decided it was about time I spoke to my parents again.

My own brother, instead of taking my side, even banished me from the kingdom under the pretext of treason since he believed I foiled his political plan. I was completely heartbroken. Not only I lost the place I once considered home, I also lost my virginity. This goes to say that my chance to vie for a position in Mystic Muses was as good as gone too! My life no longer has direction. I lose my purpose and I understand that I was sent away to die elsewhere because my brother did not have the balls to kill me with his own hands. I guess, the Land of Dawn will serve as a perfect grave for me.

Oh my gosh I'm so sorry I didn't mean to kill you Dave. I said what am I doing with my life it was really awkward. Ahmmm okay but can you get off your hands on me now. He said Oh yeah sure of course. I said. This is super awkward. I can't even look at him now what am I doing I was out of my mind this day. It's fine my brother died because of a cancer, I hate it because the doctor didn't do everything just to save him. He started to share his story now. Ahmm so this is getting to know each other stage?

He lost interest in studies. The real ruin was ruin of my brother.His pride,His self respect was vanished.I lost my brother at that time.We start to forget,to ignore the differences and get on with life. You know what...my mother was not bad...This relationship was..It was poisonous.It was difficult for her.

It was the day before Eric Blade's birthday party, and I was on the guest list. Eric was supposed to be my fiancé. But in a secret bet with his older brother, Tristan Blade, he had lost the right to propose to me first. I hadn't even had time to react. Then he added me to a private Blade family group chat. Only a few people were in it, all from Eric's inner circle. Tristan was there too. "Congrats, Tristan, on winning yourself a 220-pound fiancée." Eric posted a photo of me at a gala two years earlier. My evening gown was stretched so tight it looked ready to split. My neck was practically invisible beneath all that fat. The chat had been quiet until someone finally spoke up. "Holy shit, she

He groaned out my name, his own rhythm faltering before he twitched inside me and erupted, filling me as his moans rolled against my ear. We collapsed together, tangled and trembling, the sound of our ragged breathing filling the room. I giggled against his skin, delirious from the storm of pleasure. He chuckled too, a quiet rumble that softened everything inside me. But then silence stretched, and he went still. “My brother never wanted this life,” he said at last. My smile faded as I looked at him. His gaze was somewhere far away. “He was supposed to be Father’s underboss, but… Father thought he was weak. He never missed a chance to remind him of it.”

"Exactly nothing to be said because you and I know how hard it is to get to this point and still lose everything and I'm not going to take that chance with you "You better pick up the pieces of your life and get on with it instead of trying to hound me and act like you are some greater god compared to me. I don't bloody care about what anybody says. Everyone already knows that, so why is it an unnecessary obsession with my life?" My brother looked at me for a minute looking like he wanted to punch me in the face but they didn't know how to go about it. Instead he decided to just relax and watch.

"...It's all mine." "I hate this world." Malachi spat. "I know, we both hated this world." His brother whispered. "I hate it. I detest it. It disgusts me down to my very bones. It's never given me anything, and when I tried to leave it, it threw her to me like some sort of miracle, so I took the chance and covered my dirty self with the shine that came with her, and people finally saw me. But you left me all alone, was it worth it? I lost my brother to fame, but was it worth it? Tell me."