Loving Brothers Novels & Stories

He asked, his expression unreadable. “I…I'm still in love with your brother…I don't know if we're…going to..” I trailed off, swallowing hard. Jake's eyes had hardened at the mention of John, and my heart stilled. But I clenched my teeth. I had to keep going. “I don't know if we're going to work out.” I said finally.

“Who do you want among the two brothers? My subconscious asked as I gulp down nothing. Now is the right time I need my mother, I have been struggling with all this alone, not having an elderly person to put me through. I don’t want to make a wrong decision. I think I love the both of them..weird right? I’m in love with two brothers, how does that sound like. But I need to choose, who will I choose? My eyes locked with Axel’s, and I noticed that he had been staring why I had wandered into the land of thoughts. “I will take your silence for a no; perhaps Aiden hasn’t done his part..” he muttered. What does he mean by Aiden hasn’t done his part. I was about speaking out to ask him when I felt h

he gave Ricardo a handshake. His Mother led me to the dining room and gestured for me to sit on the chair next to the one Ricardo sat on. His grandmother was now sitting too and I was between both Ricardo and her. “Welcome” it was a calm voice this time. I looked to the direction it came from and saw a young man with dark blonde curly hair. “This is my brother Luca. Luca, this is Odessa” He looked awfully familiar, but I couldn't remember where I'd seen him before.

“It’s just Jordan.” “Just Jordan?” I turned, eyes wide. “Liv, it’s not just Jordan. It’s Jordan Kingston. Your brother. The same guy who kissed me like it meant something and then texted me good morning like a lovesick idiot.” Liv grinned. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.” “It’s terrifying.” “Then it’s real,” she said simply, tossing me my jacket. “Go have fun, dummy.”

“So am I.” Ruben studied him for a long, tense moment. Then, without warning, he crossed the last few steps and pulled his brother into an embrace. For the first time in decades, the Delwunco brothers didn’t fight. They didn’t scheme. They didn’t spill blood. They just held on two broken men standing in the ashes of everything they’d destroyed. When they pulled apart, Ken’s hand lingered briefly on Ruben’s shoulder. “Don’t let her destroy you too,” he muttered, the faintest warning in his voice.

I looked at the screen and saw it was one of my brothers texting me, bitch ass Leviathan, prince of envy. Levi: I hear you have a new toy bro Me: not yours Levi: come on you can share Me: not this one Levi: well either way I’ll be there tomorrow, you can show it to me then Me: bug off Levi: love you too Great. The last thing I need is him here trying to take Rose from me. I love my brothers, kinda. But they get on my nerves. They’re all about violence and money while I’m all about love. Well, love in my own twisted way.

That pisses him off more than his offer. “ You're my brother, Nathaniel..” “ Baby.” Sophia's voice interrupted just then. The two brothers turned to see her elegantly dressed in a blue dress, the crystals sparkling through the night light. “ Sophia,” Ethan mumbled. “ Hey, Ethan.” She grinned, getting to their side and locking arms with Nathaniel. “ Good evening.” “ Evening,” Ethan mumbled. “ Sorry, for interrupting you guys, I was just wondering where my baby was.” She apologized, smiling so innocently.

All I could see as my wolf-chanted mate was people dying and me dying with them. Firstly, the brothers hated each other, and according to the rumors I heard. Draven almost had his brother killed. And from the little interaction of the night before. I could tell that sharing wasn’t one of their best qualities.

DARE'S POV The rain hammered the windshield as my driver navigated the winding roads toward Finn’s secluded townhouse on the outskirts of London. My blood still boiled from the confrontation in my father’s study. Victor’s threats echoed like a death knell— send her away—and Julian’s smug face haunted every shadow. I needed clarity, strategy, and someone who understood the machine I was trapped in without being another cog in Victor’s wheel. Finn Carlisle had been that someone since Spain. My right hand. My brother in arms through the darkest deals and sleepless nights. He opened the door before I could knock, his sharp eyes reading my expression instantly.

— They are your brothers, I say in a voice I want to be soft, I want to be tender, I want to be that of the mother, of the one who explains, who reassures, who protects, who defends, who keeps, who saves, a voice that does not tremble, that does not crack, that does not break, a voice that says that everything is fine, that everything will be fine, that everything is good, because I am here, because Marcus is here, because Matha is here, because Liora is here, because we are here, together, forever, for eternity, for the end of time, for everything we have, everything we don't have, everything we will have, if we want, if we dare, if we believe, if we hope, if we love, they are your brothers