Knowing Brother Ep 121 Novels & Stories

If I’d presented mine with a certain smack, then hers was issued with outright relish: “Certainly not in the same body, you fool.” They rose, the hairs, in spite of me. I gritted my teeth against it. Against all of it. “How is it no one knows of this brother? Who is he? Who was he, the man you call your brother?” “Our conversation is finished. You were told not to return here. Now—”

She expected Ezrah to be worried and ask questions, but that did not happen. Ezrah did not look surprised or interested. “Let me guess. Ethan beat him for trying to get close to you.” Ethel stepped back from the shock of how accurately he predicted the situation. “How did you know?” she asked, her voice almost a whisper, but Madison laughed behind her. “They are brothers. He knows them better than you do.” Ethel smiled as Ezrah added, “Don’t worry. As long as he’s alive, I hope he learns his lesson.”

"The third brother, your killing intent is a bit heavy." The first brother reminded him, "He's a disciple of the Divine Bone Dock after all. You can't kill him so easily." "Yes, sir," the third brother replied. However, the first brother also knew that. Their minds were connected. Didn't Big Brother know that he wanted to kill someone? Big brother knew, but he didn't stop him, so he thought he could kill the cultivator! Therefore, they were just putting on an act for outsiders to see. "Get lost. Don't stay here and get in the way," the second brother said slowly.

he mumbled. "Who?!" "The Five Brothers." Levi furrowed, "But why?" "Because he knows," Elijah took his brother's hand. They ran back to the car and drove directly to the brother's mansion. When they arrived, Levi almost fainted when he caught his mate's scent. "Elijah! He's here!" "I know," Elijah stood in front of the door and knocked loudly, "Open!" Levi stood beside him, shaking with fear. He didn't know what his brother meant by 'because he knows', but he decided not to ask more questions. He was afraid to learn something more shocking.

I spent the whole weekend in New York drinking alone. I was surprised, depressed and lost, after knowing Fai and Damian are brothers. I feel like there's no way to turn back and start from the beginning again. All my plans fell apart. I can say Damian is a good man and I am sure he won’t go back to me when he knows I am with his brother, Fai. Now, I don’t know what I should do? End my game with Fai and pursue Damian or continue the plan since I need more information about Damian, Anna and others.

“I know it hurts. I hate it too. But I’m doing this for us. For our future.” We ended up fucking anyway, slow and emotional this time. It’s almost as though we fuck our way through every problem. He took his time opening me up, whispering “I love you” with every thrust until I came untouched. It felt good, but I knew we had bigger problems. Later, as we lay tangled, another text came. “Gala is in one week so start acting like a supportive brother. Oh, and delete any evidence you have of us talking. I’m always watching.

She had no right to insult me when she was just as clueless. I exhaled sharply and pulled out my phone, dialing the number my private investigator had given me. It rang multiple times before the person finally picked up. "Hello? Who is this?" The deep, familiar voice sent a shiver down my spine. A slow smirk formed on my lips. "Hello, brother," I said, dragging out the words just to piss him off. There was a pause. Then, his voice returned, colder this time. "What do you want? And how the hell did you get my number?"

Just stared at me like I’d spoken nonsense, like the sound hadn’t arranged itself into meaning yet. “Marcus,” he repeated. Flat. Empty. Like a word scraped clean of emotion. “Your brother.” It was like I’d set him on fire. He let go of me abruptly, stepping back as if my skin burned. One step. Then another. His back hit the edge of the console table and he didn’t seem to notice. “No,” he said. Not angry. Not loud. Just refusal. “He said he’s been watching,” I rushed on, the words tumbling over each other now that they’d started. “He knows everything. He knows about us. He knows Mom had cameras. He said ” My voice wavered. “He said family’s coming home.”

he murmured. Her eyes widened. Know... about us? she thought with a horrified expression. “That we are step-siblings,” Jace added, smirking at the look on her face. She froze, then blinked. “Oh.” He straightened, completely unbothered by the stares, while her face warmed slightly. Fifteen minutes into the lecture, Katrina’s eyes began to grow heavy. Her head dipped once, twice. The third time, it tipped too far, and a hand gently steadied her.

I clear my throat, forcing the lust back down. She studies me, something like recognition flickering in her eyes. “Do we know each other?” she asks. “I was just about to ask the same—” My spine locks. I was so consumed by her that I didn’t even notice. Didn’t catch his scent. He’s right behind me. I turn slowly. And lock eyes with my brother. There’s something feral in his expression. Not just anger. Violence.