I Gave Up My Life To My Brother Novels & Stories

It would hurt too much. Instead, I told myself that my mother and half-brother were the only two people I needed in my life. But my mother was murdered by my half-brother’s pack a year ago, and my half-brother? Well, he is no longer considered a close friend of mine. I call him little brother to tease him, but in reality, I’m the older one. Not that it matters. After I’ve murdered him and his pack, I won’t have any relatives left.

This wasn't evil I committed. And as for my brother, however, as time went on, I began to realise that my brother's path was not one I wanted to follow. His actions may have pleased our father, but they came at a great cost – the loss of his own life, he wouldn't ever come back, he was gone forever although, I couldn't help but admire his skills, his ability to navigate through life with such ease that fascinated me. He possessed a charisma that drew people towards him effortlessly.

Is this how it's going to be from now on? I didn't know it would hurt so bad to choose the girl I loved over my brother... There is probably something wrong with me. I've got to stop depending on Fox so much. It's time to cut the strings and just get on with my life. I should never have grown so attached to my brother in the first place! It's not like we are the same person! He's a shy geek and I'm a party animal. I don't know how we ever got on in the same crowd! Yes! It's time to let go of my brother and start my own life!

I tried to gulp that lump in my throat that won't let me breathe. “And if I stayed?” I asked, despite being against it. I had lost everyone, every single relative I had, the day my mother was cremated. I hated my brother and my dad for betraying me in a way no one had ever done, at the same time, I didn't want my old dad to suffer because of something my asshole brother did. “If you stayed to take the torture for whatever your brother and dad did, I will spare their lives in exchange.” He replied in a sweet tone, as if he was talking to a child.

He looked at my photo on the gravestone and said softly, "Because he was my brother. He has the kindest heart. "When you broke a plate at our place as a kid, he took the blame for you and got scolded by Mom. "When you didn't do well on a test, he tore up his own certificate and said he didn't do well either. "He never blamed anyone." Priscilla's tears finally fell. She crouched down. Her hand rested on my name that was carved into the stone. "Caleb, I'm sorry. "In the next life, I won't let you endure everything alone," she said through choked sobs.

I just stood there, my body frozen, while my brother made me feel like a piece of trash. He walked closer to me. He was close enough that I could feel his breath on my skin. “I am going to take your place in her life,” he whispered slowly, “and you will be forgotten. This isn't a threat, brother. It's a promise.”

The acceptance letter informing me that I've been selected for an overseas assignment has barely arrived at my doorstep when my fiancée of five years, Betsy Eaton, demands that I give up my spot to my good-for-nothing younger brother, Jimmy Sweeney. "Cody, I know you've spent years working your way up from the bottom, and this is a rare opportunity. But it's just as important to Jimmy. He's still young. Once he comes back with some overseas experience, we'll all be able to enjoy the good life." Jimmy lets out an equally fake sigh. "Cody, you couldn't even get into college or speak Vesparish. Won't you just embarrass our family if you go abroad?" Before I can argue back, my father, Marty S

"Elena was dumped on the docks because I was going to be Don. "She had two ribs broken because I was going to be Don. "And in the end, she died because I was going to be Don!" My brother let out a long sigh. "Dad, just hearing that word makes me sick now." My father's face was ashen. "Everything I did, I did for you." "I know." Tears rolled down my brother's face. "That's why I'm even more disgusted with myself. "All these years, I knew Elena was being punished in my place. But the whip wasn't coming down on my back, so I never stopped you. Not once."

What you said to me was the exact same thing my brother told me on the night he passed away five years ago. My brother was the Rogue King, but before he died, he begged me not to become a bitter, poisonous person. He told me to live freely and not let revenge consume my soul. Hearing those same words come from your mouth opened my eyes. Suddenly, the years I spent plotting and scheming made no sense to me anymore. My brother would not want me to live in darkness.

I reached out, gripped her chin, and smiled until my eyes curved. “I want all of them buried with my brother.” “No. I won’t allow it.” I kicked Vivian away. She clutched her chest and collapsed to the floor. Sitting on the bed, I looked down at her. “What the hell are you to give me orders?” “Throw her out.” I brought my brother home. There were scars all over his wrists. Every time he saw me, he was always smiling. But behind my back, he had suffered so much. I held his cold hand and pressed it against my face.