My Brother Banished Me To Die Novels & Stories

The disgust in his eyes was unmistakable as he spat out, "You're nothing but trouble—a born devil!" That night, he left me outside in the bitter cold. I huddled in the corner of the porch, the reality sinking in slowly and painfully. My brother, my only family, despised me with a hatred that ran to the bone. … Night had already fallen by the time I returned home. My front door was wide open, light spilling onto the street. My heart raced as I stepped inside, only to be met with a scene of complete chaos. My belongings lay scattered across the floor, overturned and broken, while the landlord directed a few men to haul everything out.

Mom, Dad, that was me! Why couldn't they let me rest in peace even in death? Why wouldn't they check again to confirm if the corpse was me? It had been them who had sealed me in the plaster with their own hands. They had broken my legs and sewn up my mouth just to stop me from getting help. How could they not recognize me now? How could it not be me? How could I have escaped? My eyes burned with unshed tears as I scanned the crowd for Julian. I hated the Gomez family so much right now that I could tear them apart.

He let go of me, pushing me backwards and I fell against the cool stone floor, relishing in the feel against my burning skin. "They will kill me—" I tried to protest, surely if he wanted me alive for destiny or whatever, he would not do this, but he smirked once more and returned to his seat, "then make sure you kill them first!" And with that he raised his hand and I flinched, before he snapped his fingers and I was in the middle of a blizzard.

I already hated their ridiculous marriage enough as it was. Which meant Kayden’s money was still useful to me. But he was my Stepbrother now? How was I supposed to survive an entire month, doing whatever he wanted and acting as a step sister? I let out a discreet breath. I decided not to let it bother me. My plan was after that one month, I'd go to another town and start a new life, far away from them. “What are you thinking about?” he asked suddenly, turning the wheel as the car curved into the street leading to my house.

On New Year's Eve, a crowd crush broke out, and I was carried into the field treatment tent along with Maya Bellamy, the underprivileged student my family had been sponsoring. My own brother, Derek Calder, the incident commander, glanced at me. My ribs were caved in, and I kept coughing up blood. Then he called every medic over to put ice on Maya's slightly twisted ankle. "Maya's dance final is coming up. Nothing can happen to that foot!" When I weakly begged him for help, he gave me a stern, self-righteous lecture. "I'm your brother. If I'm the first one to give you special treatment, what will all the injured people out there think of me? Act your age, and don't make trouble for me ri

My cheek still ached from the force of Kaiden shoving me aside after Lia, the outsider Omega my brother had adopted, tearfully accused me of coating her utensils with silver poison. “Three days left,” I murmured. “After that, we probably won't see each other again.” Whatever had happened between us, I still wanted to spend these last days saying goodbye properly. I knew Soren and Kaiden had both shut me out of the mind-link in anger, but I still could not stop myself from reaching for them. Just as expected, I was met with nothing but silence. I let out a bitter laugh before pulling out my phone and calling Soren.

And knowing I wouldn't shoot myself in the leg by breaking the seal and letting demons pour into this world where I ruled as I saw fit, the only other person I could think of was my brother. Adrien had no regard for rules. We both never did, right from when we were kids. But after the incident that had us dragged from the human world to the underworld, and tied in bondage for thousands of years, banished forever as grim reapers, something about my brother changed drastically. I knew it long before I began to plot my escape from bondage. Knew that I had lost the brother I cherished. “I’ll find you, and I'll ruin you.” Those words were the last Adrien ever said to me, and even though I tried h

And my life is over. “Tappaa,” I beg for death at his hand. “Tapa minut, Veli. Rukoilen sinua. Tapa minut, Veli.” (Kill. Kill me, Brother. I beg you. Kill me, Brother.) My brother looks me in the eye and shakes his head. “Tämä on armo, jota et ansaitse.” (This is a mercy you do not deserve.) He releases me and I can’t find my footing. I end up on the ground coughing.

"Isabella lived in the slums for years; she can't handle fear like this. If she gets hurt because I didn't go to her, I’ll never forgive myself." My sister’s name is Isabella. We are the daughters of the most powerful Mafia family in the city. And I was nothing more than her shadow. With one final shove, my fingers slipped from the frame. The heavy car door slammed shut with a sickening thud, cutting off the warmth of the heater and my last shred of hope. The black sedan roared away, splashing me with mud as it disappeared into the storm. Right then, my phone rang. It was my eldest brother, Luca.

THE WRONG BROTHER Elena Bennett believes she's found the perfect man. Adrian Whitmore is everything she could have asked for: handsome, affectionate, wealthy, and hopelessly romantic. After months of dating, Adrian finally introduces her to his family, that's when she meets Alexander Whitmore. Twenty-nine years old. Arrogant. Insufferably confident. And unfortunately, her boyfriend's older brother. From their first encounter, the two can't stand each other. Alexander thinks Elena is immature, outspoken, and far too comfortable expressing opinions that nobody asked for. Elena thinks Alexander is a walking definition of arrogance. Their arguments become a regular occurrence, and neithe