Knowing Brother Ep 121 Novels & Stories

"None of your concern. I don't think you need to be knowledgeable about everything about me!" "Who the bloody hell do you like?" Brother growled in anger, his eyes red. "None of your concern; the same way you said you love is none of my business. I don't think we owe it to each other to let the other know about it." "I'm your brother, and I'm entitled to know everything about you, Tap." "Let's go home." I stubbornly folded my arms and refused to give in to the fire in his eyes. "Who's he?"

that was what I was busy thinking at that moment cause I felt like rewinding time back the moment I stepped into the school gates with a time machine so I could stay clear from the path Brenna stayed waiting for me. "Not my so called brother, he is my brother okay" I had to at least make that known before commencing with any other thing, " sure he is but he did look way more than a brother yesterday" Brenna just always had a way of provoking me to defence mode and in the process I would always end up spilling out all the private knowledge I kept at bay.

I could feel questions brewing deep inside of him, but he was still so dazed that he didn't even know how to voice them out. Like him, I was just as confused. I had no idea that I would stumble upon him and honestly, had I known, I would have prepared myself… better. Matter of fact had I learned that he would be my brother, I wouldn’t have slept with him the moment I laid my eyes on his perfectly fine self, just to avoid this moment. “I am full.” He didn’t even give others the chance to refute, just pulled back from his chair and took off.

She hoped her brother would let her go this one time given her still recovering condition. Brinda’s eyes widened because no one talk to Miles Syde this way. No one. So, maybe he was god. ‘Sophia,’’ Miles raised his voice making her flinch. She sat straight before her brother. Miles grabbed her arm roughly making her wince, his eyes darkening even more. He leaned towards her, ‘’I’m not god, no I’m not. But I’m your older brother and I expect you to do me a favour. Stay. Away. From. Joshua.’’

“You carry it with me.” The words hang between us. His expression softens slightly. “I know,” he says quietly. “And I’m sorry.” Silence settles, heavy and fragile. Then a worse thought hits me. My brother. If they’re targeting people close to me— My heart starts racing again. “What about my brother?” My voice is barely steady. “Tell me he’s safe.” Without a word, Blake pulls out his phone. He taps on a video. It loads. My brother appears on the screen, walking into his dorm. When he gets to his room, the light turns on, and he remains unaware of the camera. He looks safe..

“I love him, Dad. I’m sorry. I tried not to. But I do.” Lisa’s hand flew to her mouth. Tears welled instantly. “No. No, this isn’t happening.” Dad’s voice cracked. “You’re brothers.” “Stepbrothers,” Kai said, stepping closer to me, protective. “And it started before we knew that. Before the wedding. I saw him at the bar, I wanted him, and nothing’s changed.” Dad rounded on him. “You knew? You knew who he was when you—when you—”

I smiled as our eyes met again. "No worries, I won't be doing that again." He joked. "You are an asshole." I sighed. "You are welcome, to return the favor I need your help packing, it's kinda hard with one hand." He lifts his left hand up, I nodded moving towards him. ~~~ "Your brother is leaving tomorrow, did you know?' I removed my earrings, setting it on the table before me, I heard Javi whisper "finally" but ignored it. "No, but I do now." I turned to Javi, he's facial expression gives him out, he literally can't hide his excitement.

They didn't exactly enjoy the company of their kids, they wanted to live their own lives so that's exactly what Brie and Adam gave them. Adam walked over to the TV in the living room and turned on the news, clearly uninterested already. Brie sighed. "It's getting late, there won't be anything to watch at this time of night." She insisted, ready to climb into her bed and hibernate. She glanced at the clock on the wall. It was 8PM already. "Hold on, look at this." Her brother insisted, waving her to sit beside him as a large warning sign flickered onto the screen. An alert?

I growled, rising to my feet. Chairs scraped, laptops snapped shut, and every executive scrambled like mice from fire. Within moments, it was just me and Liam. He didn’t even flinch. He leaned back in his chair, one brow raised. “Out with it.” I didn’t pace at first. I stood, breathing heavily, hands braced on the back of the chair like I needed it to keep from flipping the whole goddamn table. “That damn guy in the photo is my brother,” I started, the words bitter as acid. “And that damn guy has drawn my wife—my wife, Liam. And I found out after my father revealed him to us over dinner like he was unveiling a new Rolex.”

His hand fell back to the bed. I blinked at him. “There’s no need,” he managed to say. “I know what you are.” The words slammed into me like hard bricks landing against my chest. “You… know?” “I’ve seen feral at the brink of it…” he continued weakly. “My brother. It happened to him. He didn’t make it.” I felt worse and sorry for him. I couldn’t get myself to utter my condolences. I was lost, struggling with the reality of the situation and holding tears back.