I Love My Brothers Mga Nobela at Kwento

Sure enough, I'd be the one to go. In the past, I would've thrown a tantrum, acting spoiled and crying loudly until they let me go with them. But I felt it was useless. Self mockery wretched through my wolf. It was sad that I had to resort to that to get their love or care. But my brother and sister never had to resort to that; they just got what they wanted and my parents always took their side and cared for them. I knew it was useless to throw a tantrum anymore. I had finally understood that I would never be as important to them as my brother and sister.

Xavier's expression met mine, his gaze lingering on me. "He has a brother?" my parents asked simultaneously. "Yeah, Xavier is our second son and the youngest." Mr Alejandro replied. I stared at Xavier, our passionate night flashing in my memory, I looked away immediately swallowing hard feeling hot all over.

What is wrong with him? He lowers his head to my ear. "Literally." Dear God. It's like he is trying to get us killed. "Is that so?" My mom's smile is bright. She is happy with the idea that I'm getting along with my soon-to-be stepbrother. Sorry to break it to you mom, but that couldn't be further from the truth. "Yh. She lends a helping hand to me whenever I need it," Oh my God. Someone kill me now and end this nightmare. "She never leaves me hanging." Another mutter under his breath, "except once."

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.

He had never seen how my brothers once treated me with kindness. My eyes misted over, and I earnestly repeated: "Really. They used to love me. They truly did."

"For not always being the son you deserved, for shutting you out, for not making you proud sooner." I held his face in my hands and kissed his forehead. "Alexander, I’ve always loved you. Even when you didn’t see it, even when you didn’t love yourself. And your father? He loved you with his entire heart. He never stopped." “Even if you frustrate me so much and annoyed me in the past, I still love and adore you as my little brother,” Raymond added. His chin quivered, and tears slipped freely down his cheeks now. "I’ll be better, I promise, I just want to make you proud."

I add. “I’m 24,” he responds. “Only a five-year age gap,” I say, sipping my drink. “At the party, I noticed you had siblings,” he says, raising an eyebrow. “What’s that like? ” “In all honesty, it isn’t bad. My brothers are my life; I actually love them more than life. They’ve taken multiple beatings from my father for me, and I can’t imagine my life without them. They’re my everything,” I say, smiling in thought.

I add. "I'm 24." he responds. "Only a five year age gap." I say, sipping my drink. "At the party, I noticed you had siblings." he says, raising an eyebrow. "What's that like?" "In all honesty, it isn't bad. My brothers are my life, I actually love them more than life. They've taken multiple beatings from my father for me and I can't imagine my life without them. They're my everything." I say, smiling in thought.

“Do you have any other family?” “My brothers.” They were assholes and sometimes so obnoxious I couldn’t stand them, but I loved them with my entire heart and soul. They were the ones who kept me grounded, who gave me a shoulder to cry on when life got too tough. But they were also responsible for making me the strong woman I was today, the kind of woman that never gave in to her fears in front of her enemies. “Are they good guys?” “The best,” I said, unflinching. “What about your brother?”

I approached him, my blood fuming. “You fucking ba—” “Sapphire!”My mother rushed in, Jonathan close behind her. “Oh,” Jonathan said cheerfully. “I see you’ve met Lucian.” Lucian. My stomach dropped. “Remember I told you Jonathan had a son?” my mother said gently. Jonathan smiled. “Lucian, this is Sapphire. Your stepsister.” The word hit like a slap. Lucian’s gaze sharpened. “Stepsister,” he repeated slowly. Oh hell no. “I’m not doing this,” I muttered, turning away.