Novel & Cerita Long-lost Brothers

Just the same haunting weight he’d carried all day. The question remained. Unanswered. Unsolved. Unrelenting. Jake sat there, caught between guilt and longing. Days passed. Jake sat in the dimly lit room, the air thick with cigarette smoke and the whispers of conversations. The brotherhood—his group of closest friends, the ones who stood together with him when there were challenges—his cult group, was gathered around, lounging on chairs and leaning against the walls. "You're losing yourself over a girl, Jake," one of them, Marcus, muttered with a smirk.

I mutter, already knowing they've seen and heard too much. The last thing I need is anyone too far in my fucking business—even if they are my brothers. "Where-" Gator starts, blinking at me like a confused child. "I don't fuckin' know," I snap. "Go walk around. Find a churro stand. Just get lost." Hammer claps Gator on the shoulder with a grin. "C'mon, let's go visit your brothers. Maybe one of 'em's got a bigger head than you."

I thought of six years of certainty crumbling, brick by brick, and felt suddenly unmoored. "Why does it matter now?" I whispered. "Because if I'm right," Dare said, low and dangerous, "then everything we lost wasn't distance, or time, or you falling out of love with me. It was him. And I want to know exactly how deep that betrayal goes before we land." Outside the window, the clouds broke apart to reveal the coastline of Spain, gold and merciless in the afternoon sun—the place, he'd told Finn, where he'd lost pieces of himself. I wondered, watching it rise to meet us, how many pieces of me I'd lose there too.

the guy who barely cried in his life was now having moist eyes, remembering that painful look on the face of his younger brother. Dong-Hoon just gave him a sad smile. “Big bro, do you remember those bro moments, I... really miss them but with all this nervousness inside of me I cannot even look at him and if I end up looking at him by coincidence then I don’t see our Tae-Hoon, that cheerful and funny person is almost gone and knowing that I am the reason behind it makes me feel sick. I really wish that everything goes back to how it originally was.” his voice became wavery and his knees weakened as he plopped down on the floor. “He is not only my younger brother he is like my child.”

he said and definitely got my attention "How do you mean" I asked, he took a deep breath "The day he confronted me, I was with my elder brother, he trashed us both, he made it clear that you're not to be messed with" he said "my brother looks intimated, but he didn't look afraid, he beat us both, my brother stated that only a protective older brother can do this, or a real lover" he looks at me. "He is one over protective brother"he said, making me realize that all I will ever be to him is his little sister. He lost his sister now to him I have replaced her.

So, they call me brother. Ishaan and Jagat are my next younger brothers and Aadhvi(Baby girl), and Chhaya(princess) are my sisters. They are twins. After we had triplets, it was Ishaan and Jagat, my uncle's kids, and they were born as twins. They are the most loved and pampered ones at home. We all 5 brothers love those two too much. If some new people see us they will be shocked to hear that we all are not from the same mother. What if we are not from the same mother we all are family and our two mothers never treated us separately? So, we don't like to be called cousins. We get angry even if someone says that. They all love me and until I wake up and go to them they won't get out of bed. M

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.

Because once, long before all the cruelty began, he had been the one person in that house I trusted most. It had all been a lie. A far more vicious trap than any he’d set before. Or maybe not all of it. Maybe that was what made it hurt so much — there had been a time when his kindness to me was real. He and Leo were brothers in arms, grew up joined at the hip, bound by blood and loyalty. And I’d been naive enough to think Leo had actually loved me. I’d overestimated myself. I swallowed back the bitter burn in my throat and ran like my life depended on it, bursting out of the mansion.

Eleanor inquired, pointing at a black and white photograph capturing the essence of youth and camaraderie. "That’s Sebastian, and this is Kayden beside him," Aurora replied with a touch of nostalgia. "And the other two are like ghosts now." A sigh of disappointment escaped her lips, revealing the unresolved pain connected to the absent brothers—Christopher and Aiden Knight. "Ghosts?" Eleanor echoed, her brows furrowing in confusion. "Yes, that’s Christopher Knight and Aiden Knight, the other two brothers of this family," Aurora elaborated, the weight of their absence lingering in her words. The room, with its timeless charm and familial artifacts, became a silent witness to the untold storie

Elara followed, standing close, a presence rather than a word. Kaelan stared at the closed door, at the space where his brother had stood, at the wreckage of a relationship that could never be rebuilt. "I've lost him," he whispered. "Forever." Althea squeezed his hand. "Give him time." "Time won't fix this. Nothing will fix this." He turned to look at her, at Elara, at the two women who had become his strange, impossible family. "I've lost my brother. I've lost my name. I've lost everything I spent twenty years building. And for what?"