روايات وقصص ضمن I Took The Fall For My Brother

“The image is engraved in my head, and I can’t stop thinking about him when he was alive.” “I promise you, you will forget. I saw my brother die, and I’m telling you, it gets easier.” “Your older brother…” “Yes. He fell from a cliff on our pack’s land. I was there. I saw him lose his balance and fall. I was the one who ran down to the bottom to find him. The image haunted me for days before it finally faded. So yes, this will pass.” I hold on to his words, hoping they’ll be true. He stays with me until morning. When we’re both awake, he calls for breakfast. As he sets the food, I look for my phone and find it on the floor. The screen is broken.

I knee-walked to him, wrapping my arm around his neck and pulled him to me. The emotions all came flooding to me with such a force I could not explain. I did not know why we reached this point. I did not know how this all got to this point. Once upon a time my brother had been my world, playing together, sharing our food then he just vanished before my eyes. I loved him and I still loved him as I held his shaking body to mine. It killed him as much as it killed him for me to be the one that took his life when all I had ever wanted being to love and protect him. The one I was supposed to protect from danger, I was taking his life.

“Our brother's dying,” My world collapsed immediately.

He fell to the abyss below, a thousand feet above the cliff. “No! Please forgive me, I love you, brother!” He cried out as he watch him fall down the cliff. He wiped his tears and faced the incoming mobs. As the younger brother falls into the river, he saw his brother being arrested. At first, his brother resisted not until he got punched and almost beaten to death and he witnessed the final smile of his brother that he will never forget. When the younger brother finally landed in the river, he was immediately taken away by the strong current of water.

Esme stood on the Altar alone, waiting for the groom who had disappeared. Standing alone on the Altar on her big day should have been devastating. That too when the groom was her best friend of fifteen years and fiancé of four years. She should have seen this coming. And she should be a crying mess. But she is not. Strangely, she is feeling relieved. Her gaze fixed on Leo Ashford, her Fiancé's elder brother. The wrong brother she fell for. The brother she shouldn't be thinking about. The brother who is off limits. The last man to whom she shouldn't have lost her virginity.

He stared at it for a heartbeat… then hooked his around mine. “Pinky promise,” he murmured. - When I finally stepped out of the car and walked toward the apartment, Denver’s car was already there, parked as it belonged. Frederick didn’t get out. He just gave me a small nod through the window. He’d said earlier he’d deal with Denver later. Let him sit in the guilt a little longer. As I got closer, my brother’s voice exploded through the night, sharp, furious. “You'd better fix the mess you made in your own child’s life, Denver! Or I swear, I’ll drag you to court for abandonment so fast your head will spin!”

I cried out I can’t believe the person I fell for, took the life of my brother. He made me think that he wants my heart but he wants the heart of my brother. He did so many things to put a smile on my face but it was all a lie, he never wanted me, he only wants the heart and he got what he wanted. Noor was right, he is using me, just like she said, he will throw me to the ground and look where I am, I’m on the ground. He cares about no one but himself, he is inhuman, I can’t believe I fell for him.

He said with so many emotions. “I miss you. you... too big brother I am so sorry about the day,” I tell him with no lie on my lips with tears streaming down my face. I should have listened to him on summer day before he was going into fourth grade. I was going into second grade. My brother is older than me. He was excited to hang out with his friends. But I was jealous and angry he was leaving me. I wish I could take back that awful and dreadful day. When it all changes. Because that was the day my brother drowned. Because it was all my fault. When my brother had to save me. It was my fault my brother had to swim and get me out. But most importantly I froze up when my brother was asking me t

Quinn "It's been decided, Quinn." My brother's voice cuts through the phone, flat and final, as if he's announcing tomorrow's weather instead of signing my death warrant. I shift the phone against my shoulder, my free hand automatically flipping to Article I, Section 8 of the Constitution—a nervous habit that usually calms me. Today, it does nothing. "I could still look for somewhere else," I try, desperation creeping into my voice despite my best efforts. "You know, literally anywhere else on campus. A closet. A storage unit. The library basement."

His outstretched hand felt like that of a devil trying to drag me into an irreversible abyss. I ignored him, kicked the door open, and tears started streaming down my face without me even realizing it. "I’m just a tool to be used and discarded. I’m not really your sister, so you think you can treat me however you want. I never want to see you again! I never want to see any of you again!" His expression turned dark, and I couldn't tell if there was a hint of guilt in his eyes. "Harper, no one was trying to use you. It was just something that had to be done."