I Love My Brothers Novels & Stories

I took a shaky breath. And then, the words came. “You stupid, stupid boy.” My voice wavered, but I didn’t care. “You couldn’t just wait a little longer, you had to go and hurt every single one of us.” Silence stretched around me, but I didn’t stop. “I love having both you and Asher as my brothers.” My throat tightened, the ache spreading through my chest. “It was nice to have such perfect brothers…” The words broke apart as the tears finally won.

I boldly pushed my chest out a little more and saw Joel’s eyes flash down before coming up. “You don’t love my brother?” he asked softly. “Actually, I might,” I answered honestly. “But like a brother. He’s irritating, treats women deplorably, and needs a swift kick in the balls at least once a week. Yes, I do love your brother.” “Ick.” “I love you more.”

I lie too, "I just like to cuddle, you know that." "But that's not something you do with YOUR FUCKING BROTHER," he throws at me with a wild look in his eyes, "You have so many issues, Lily, this isn't normal. You aren't fucking normal. You're in love with both of your stepbrothers. It's fucking sick and twisted." "I'm not in love with them," I refute, but it's weak. And a lie, "Just Aiden."

"I'm just... not used to all the attention." “Eliot flew in last night,” she said, completely unaware of the bomb she was dropping. “I wanted him here for this. He’s my best friend and favorite brother.” "How many brothers do you have?” I asked, my throat suddenly felt dry "Two. But he’s the one I trust with everything.” Yeah, I could see that. Eliot put out his hand again, but this time he was more sure of himself. I had no choice. I shook it.

Our relationship has always been too strained to hope for that much but this… “I don't know why you are complaining to us, for three years, you should have known whether he loved you or not. But the only way that he has been able to fool you for that long is because you are an idiot, and an embarrassing one too.” I wanted to burst into tears but I was sure that my parents would find a way to mock me for that too, so instead I stood up. “Where are you going?” My mother demanded to know. “We are still talking to you!” She yelled at me.

he said, "Who're we going to irritate when you're gone?" I was full out crying. I couldn't even stop if I tried. I threw myself at my brothers and they caught me up in a group hug. They might be a pain in my ass, but there were my brothers, and I loved them. After a while, I pulled back and smiled at them. "I love you guys and I'll miss you very much, but if any of you so much as touch my Nutella stash, I will cut your balls off and feed it to each other, got it?"

I asked out of curiosity when some of the childhood photos caught my attention. “Well, for the most part, yes. However, I didn't get to give my brothers as much time I should have as their oldest brother,” he stated with a hint of regret in his voice. “But they still love you and are eager to meet you every month, aren't they?” I responded. I have heard a lot about his brothers from him, so I knew that his brothers didn't hold any grudge against him and loved him very much. Zaiden smiled and said, “Yes, they do.”

) She sighed as she penned it down but shaking her head, she wrote further. (I'm happy with this one-sided love also because this feeling of one-sided love is unique which I have been experiencing for so many years. Cole is my brother's childhood friend, and I've always admired him since I was a child. I'm not sure how or when I fell in love with him.) A beatific smile spread across her face as she recalled memories of her childhood.

The one she brought in last night. I had wanted to read it. I found my hand unlocking the lock. The first page has the most beautiful message ever. "I know it's weird to still love someone who ditched you for your sister. It's not my fault that I still love him very much. He is one of the coolest guys ever and I am not sure I will ever get over him. Even though I did not end up with him, He is still my KING KONG. The one my heart will beat for forever."

I place my hands upon his chest and push back, looking up into his warm, hazel eyes, so full of concern. “I’m sorry,” I whisper. “Thank you... for that.” When he opens his mouth to speak, I place two fingers over his lips. “I love my three brothers, but they’re too...” I search for the right words to express my frustration with their actions. “They’re big brothers,” Calvin states. “It’s their job.”