I'm Burnt Out Brother นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Don't say my name like you have any right to it." Althea and Elara hung back, giving them space, their presence a silent witness. Kaelan nodded slowly. "I understand why you're angry." "Do you?" Liam laughed at a broken, terrible sound. "Do you understand what it's like to spend six months traveling, working, building something, thinking every day about the woman you love? Do you understand what it's like to come home and find that woman married to your brother?" He stepped forward, his hands trembling. "My brother. My blood. The one person in this world who was supposed to have my back."

“If you are so tired of me, just throw me out of the house instead of trying to sell me off like property!” Karen recoiled slightly. “Don’t be dramatic. Your sister got married...” Holly didn’t wait to hear the rest because she knew it so well. It was the same story, the same excuse for the past years. She stormed inside, her heels striking the marble steps hard. Betty folded her arms and sneered. “No wonder no one wants her. Looks like Ray doesn’t want her either,” she mocked. Ray’s grip on the car key in his palm tightened.

Tom answered without looking at me. “The lead doesn’t make a band.” I replied and waited. They turned in slow motion but they did not seem to register the fact that I was there. “Really? Cause we sucked without you man. What has gotten into you?” Tom asked angrily. “My family did Tom. I’m nineteen years old. I have school, I have a job, and I have you guys. I am burning out. I am either high or exhausted. I am still feeling the shit from last night or this morning or whenever the hell that was. I really can’t do that anymore dude.” I said honestly.

My brother had been searching ever since he turned sixteen and still had no luck. I still forced a smile onto my face as I said, "You're more than welcome to visit the other two towns and search if you'd like. I'm in no condition to go anywhere according to Quade." "You see, even that knobhead has other priorities. I'm getting bored." "So that means you're going to torment me just because you're bored?" Heather gasped in horror. Enzo was about to reply, mouth open and ready to speak when my brother's voice filled my head. I held up my hand to stop Enzo and focused on my brother's frantic voice coming through the link.

It was driving me crazy. Watching my brother Rhon, I couldn't help but think about what Lucas just told me.

He was trying to get under my skin. I clenched my jaw. "I am your superior," I reminded him with a hard slap on the desk. "And trust me when I say, you are going to do the damn job." He leaned forward slightly, his lips curved in that annoying way. "You know, it's really ironic. A little nobody like you... thinking he can boss me around." His tone was that of a smug professor making up a lecture as he went. "Trust me, bro... Is it okay if I call you that? Because technically, you are my brother." Trey’s voice was full of sarcasm.

Suddenly he hiccups, it’s a painful sound, and my entire body jolts in painful realization; they probably stood each other close. “You need to burn him!” The man standing next to the depressed one says and places a hand on the sad one’s shoulder. “Or else your brother will turn into one of them.” “I know.” The one with slumped shoulders replies and digs into his pocket. He takes out a matchstick while sobbing. “Forgive me for not being able to protect you, little brother.” A flame ignites, and I watch the man bend down to set his brother’s clothes on fire. My heart squirms inside my chest, and I force myself to look away from the sad scene. I need to find Ryan and make sure that he is safe.

“And I’ll burn this whole place down to get it.” Lorenzo stood now, not backing off but not stepping closer either. “Do you think threats work on people like me?” “No,” I said, “but I think fire does.” He narrowed his eyes. “I don’t know anything about your brother.” “I didn’t say you did. I said you were close to Enzo. That’s enough.” He laughed once, bitterly. “Your brother is already dead, Sal. Let the past rot.” I almost swung. Almost. But something stopped me, and it wasn’t fear or concern for the bastard. It was a sound, a small sob.

The Brother's Bet 6. The Rules of The Game. The Brother's sat down for a while, Alex grabbed a bottle of whiskey, With a smirk on his face, He poured the wine for his brother. " Why do you seem excited???"Ethan scoffed, Ethan didn't like the idea but growing up his brother's actions has always influenced him. " I mean, She disrespected me so I should be excited at least, Not only but she's also in our home," Alex said but Ethan wasn't buying it.

I say nothing. It's been a bad day. Yeah and that's laughable. The days have been bad since I found myself in this godforsaken hellhole. My thoughts have been crazy, and the hours stretched on and on. There's a berserker rampage happening inside my head. It's the certainty that I'm going to die. But first, my brother will peel the tattoo from my skin. The picture in my head is so real, I actually feel the burn.