Novel & Cerita I Love My Younger Brother

I would have killed him if he was alive. " Avni, let it be... " I said because I didn't want to hate my younger brother. He was already dead and I had mostly good memories of him. I knew he was short-tempered and impulsive but I had no idea that he could do this with someone so innocent like her.

“You can still elope. Your future in-laws will just hate you even more. Mom will, too.” He snorts. “Thanks for the advice, Em. What would I ever do without you?” “Fail miserably?” I quip. “Face it, little brother. You need me.” He chuckles. “I do need you–but you need me, too. Don’t you ever forget it.” “I won’t,” I promise him. We may bicker at one another, but he’s still my little brother, and I love him. I’m also very proud of the youg man he’s become.

“Okay, I do not know what Everett told you but the problem with me finding a nanny isn’t that nobody wants to work for me but that I do not like them." “You do not like anyone,” I said, raising my brows at him. “I like Everett though. Considering we have known each other almost all our lives and I only like Everett, I would think that says more about you than it does me. Don’t you think so?” he smirked at me. “Ugh, considering I also grew up with Everett and I don’t hate my brother but I definitely don’t like you, I think that says more about you than me.” We had ended up so close to one another during our silly argument, with his head bent until he was hovering over me. His face looked so g

Then he crouched in front of the baby and said, “You are way too adorable. Sophia would fall in love with you.” It was clear how much he loved his sister. My own brother loves me like that too. I miss him so much. When are you coming back, bro? ***

He was the elder brother, and I was the younger. In movies, the younger brothers most times were always the smartest and the most loved, but my case was different. I wasn't the smartest, neither was I the finest. I was the opposite of everything the movies portray younger brothers to be. My mom and dad even didn't like us at the time, until something happened. All this made my hatred for Raphael stronger. "What do we do, Mother?" I asked, moving close to her. "We have to get rid of Raphael."

I’ve been wanting to throw a can of food at my younger brother all day while he’s fooling around with his girlfriend. What a nuisance! I’m the eldest. He’s the youngest—but he’s the one who found his mate first. Life really is unfair because he’s only 18 and he has already found someone special. My brother is always so lucky, while I’m 23 and still haven’t found the man who’s meant for me—my soulmate. I don’t even know what I did wrong to not deserve one. I try to be nice. I don’t hurt anyone unless they try to harm me first.

- KILLIAN - I love my brother, I genuinely do but even I can tell he’s trying to get on my nerves on purpose. His drive is the fact that I care about someone else who’s not family as much as I do and he’s going to do what he does best and torment me. Sometimes, all I feel for him is love but when I’m next to him, I wonder how that happened in the first place. How do little siblings carry that trait since birth to adult hood? I need someone to make it make sense.

I had been avoiding him all week. But deep inside, I was afraid of him. He is Emilia's brother, the brother of that whore Emilia, who wants nothing but to destroy my life! How can I love my enemy's brother?

No normal teenager found her elder brother glamorous to the point of having wet dreams about him. At first, I thought it was just a brotherly love as I grew older and got more affixed, I realized it wasn't just a brotherly affection anymore, I realized the feelings inside of me ran deeper than I thought. At fifteen, I came to realize I was in love with my elder brother, I realized I loved Levi more than a brother. I remembered filling the toilet with my vomit when the realization hit me and to make things worst than they already were, he was there, patting my back, asking if I was okay, taking care of me as a brother would while my thoughts were vague.

He sees me as a little sister now; please kill me. “You skirted big brother duties for two years,” I mumble, rolling my eyes a bit bitter that he wants to be my brother. “Hey, you said you forgave me.” “I do, but I will always use it against you.” “That’s unfair.” I jump to my feet “Life’s unfair. Now get out of my room so I can get gorgeous.” He opens his mouth.