Novel & Cerita I'm Burnt Out Brother

"Welcome to the family. He had no more than left the room when I sank back onto the couch, the folder resting on my lap. My fingers traced the embossed West family crest across the cover. This life I was stepping into felt so like a movie-one I wasn't sure I wanted to star in.

Alit stood there, rendered speechless, unable to fathom the complex emotions swirling within him. "Even if you're the cause of my obsession," Aaron's words were a shout, a manifestation of his intense emotions. Mr. Alit was left flabbergasted, his attempt to comprehend the situation futile. "That doesn't mean you can engage in a relationship with your own brother," Mr. Alit tried to reason with the grown man before him. But Aaron's resolve remained unshaken. "He is my obsession... And that won't change. Do whatever you want," Aaron declared firmly before storming out of the room, leaving his father behind.

I nodded and wanted to leave when something clicked my mind and I turned to the Alpha “Alpha, am I fired?” “Do you want to get fired?” “No, no” I shook my head immediately and ran out “Brother don't tell me you're letting that dumb thing stay here?” I can hear the Alpha brother asking him, but I didn't hear anymore response from the Alpha till I finally left,

I growl, directing my anger at the fire itself, "You're hurting your uncle right now, stop! Stop right this fucking second!" I sound like an absolutely insane and hysterical person, but it works. Out of nowhere, the fire surrounding Remington and River stops, but my brother's yelling continues. He's in shock, but still alive. This time, when I push Remington away with all my strength, I actually send him flying to the side and he lands on the ground with an 'oof' sound, but I don't care. I focus on my brother. "Oh, River Doreen," I let out when I see his reddened skin. Those are first degree burns for sure, maybe even second degree burns, but that's not the worst part, "Your beloved beard...

“Every boil, every burn. You brought this on yourself.” He clawed toward me, his fingers shaking, skin splitting at the knuckles. “Help me, brother… please…” The word ‘brother’ seared worse than fire. I shook my head, the weight of years pressing on my shoulders. “No. I buried my brother years ago.” His mouth opened, a scream ripping out, one that rattled the walls. But I no longer had the strength to stand there and watch. I turned. My boots echoed against the gravel floor as I walked away, each step heavy, final.

If only we could stop him first so that he wouldn't get hurt, the number of people who blame me for why Letto left the country and quit basketball would be reduced. And now I am living in hell. "Fuck these people!" I almost threw away my phone and when the knock on the door of my unit came "Start what?" I shouted as I opened the door, and in disgust, Brynne threw her bag and stretched out on my couch. "You know, I'm disgusted with those. When I'm bored, I'll bomb them." I laughed at what my brother was saying, then he handed me a stick of Marlboro red. "I saw that little salvia youngest. You want me to knock it down?" I smirked at Brynne, then threw the lighter at her, then I lit it and went

I had spent two weeks sitting in his apartment without for once connecting him to the Vales because he existed only in a separate world. It all made sense at once. Why every word from him was measured. Why he noticed tiny betrayals but hated apologies. Aaron carried himself as someone who had lived his whole life attempting to prove to someone that he belonged somewhere. The coldness. The seriousness and the house that looked like no one lived in it. I picked up my phone and typed. My boss is Dorian’s brother, and sent it to Shawna. She replied immediately. “What. How? You need to quit the job right now.”

Alexander: “Tell me what you’re feeling right now with him sitting across from you.” I typed back quickly while Brady told another story: “Full of you, wet and guilty.” His reply came fast: “Good. Keep thinking about my cock while he tries to win you over.” Brady noticed me glancing at my phone. “Everything okay?” “Yeah, just Alexander checking in.” Brady sighed. “He’s always around, huh? Protective big brother type.” I nodded, squeezing my thighs together. The pressure of Alexander’s cum and the constant vibration of new texts from him made me ache.

Nyra stared at the screen blankly for a few seconds before raising an eyebrow, “Why am I looking at a picture of Professor Moore?” Elara turned her head sharply to her friend, tears pooling in her eyes, “That's my brother” Nyra inhaled loudly, the sound harsh in the quiet of the room, like she’d been punched in the chest. “What the fuck.”

but that is a whole other conversation and also none of his business. "For one thing, I didn’t give you permission to touch my labs!” I practically snarled at my idiot brother. "FOR another thing, those are fake!” I ranted, completely letting him have it. I've been through enough emotions this whole last week, I just needed to let them all out and he happened to be handy! “There has to be some sort of mix up at the hospital. It’s a mistake! You can’t come in here yelling at me about fake results like I’m some damn slut Ben!”