Little Brother Novelas e Histórias

"Hahaha! He is a nice kid with big, puppy eyes. He kept calling me Big Brother and it felt good. I have a younger brother who is nothing like him," Fred explained awkwardly. "Mr. Santos, you won't feel that appalled as long as you stop considering him as someone they tried to set you up with."

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.

How does she know her way around here already? "How are you here?" I hear James ask as Janet stands next to him. We’re in the kitchen and we’re standing next to the island. More like James is standing next to me and Janet is literally clinging to his side. "My brother. He knows a few people here." "I didn’t know you have a brother." "You never cared to ask." She says and James laughs. "But yeah, I do. He’ll be leaving for college soon, so you know… having fun while he gets to."

Eighteen years ago….. Kaleb Luthor hurried on. He was on an errand for his father, walking down the gravel path that cut from his house when his eyes caught something. He stopped and stared for a moment. It was his sister's friend, Sasha. Sasha Sullivan. She was hanging upside down from an old tree, her skinned knees hooked over a low thick branch. She was swinging back and forth, so her long braids dangled like ropes. The whole time she hummed while she blew the biggest pink bubble he had ever seen. He didn't know you could hum and blow bubble gum at the same time. As he walked past her, there was a loud pop.

“He was my bestfriend.” “No,” she spat, stepping closer to me. Her henchmen grew even more violent, hissing like snakes as they surrounded me. “You were the one who dragged him away from his nest…from his fucking family. You influenced him and put ideas of living like a fucking wolf into his head. You took my little brother from me.” her voice cracked on the last word and her lip curled back over her fang. “And now he’s dead.” My ears rang and everything else zoomed out of concentration.

He and his sixth brother refused to believe it. So, they built a secret base, filling it with photographs of their little sister. Every year, they celebrated her birthday there, imagining what she would look like when she grew up. And now— Benjamin had finally seen her. And she was even better than he and his sixth brother had imagined! Joy overwhelmed him as he tried to stand up. His eyes shone with excitement. “I’m going to see my little sister right now! I’ll tell her—I’m her Fifth Brother!” “Young Master.”

Inside the healing den, my mother and brother stood silently in front of the open window. My brother looked down at the endless drop of the cliff below. A dull pain throbbed in his chest. Lisa… how could she really be gone? His thoughts drifted back to a long time ago. Back when I was just a newborn cub—tiny and delicate. He had been only six, standing tall like a little protector in front of my nursery den. "From now on, I'm your big brother. I'm going to spoil you into the happiest she-wolf in the territory. We'll be the best pack siblings forever!"

I didn’t know how else she could keep up such a constant stream of friendly chatter. Ernie was the other brother, and at eighteen the youngest member of the pack to have a pup. He excitedly showed me photos of a little girl with ribbons in her pigtails and a smiling woman who must be her mate. I smiled and told him they were beautiful and fought not to cry. I didn’t even have a photo.

He sulked and walked back to return the worms he collected. I shook my head with a smile because they remind me so much of ourselves when we were young. I was often teased and bullied by my brother, while Junior is as naughty and mischievous as his father. Although Junior is nothing like my brothers. He loves his sister and he protects her from their friends who are bullying her.

That day, Mom had ruffled my hair and asked, “Harry, which one do you want to choose as your brother?” The day before, I had begged her nonstop to give me a big brother. So, the next day, she took me to the orphanage to pick one. Later on, the boy under the tree became my brother. I gave him his name, just as carefully as I used to name my teddy bear and toy soldiers. When I tore up my homework, he rewrote it for me. After I broke the neighbor’s antique vase, the punishment landed on his palms instead of mine.