My Brother Hates Me So Much Novel Novels & Stories

Something in me snapped in that moment, the hate that consumed me had been instant. "You lied! She was in there!!" my voice croaked out, she stared at me shaking her head profusely while sobbing uncontrollably. Over the next few days the hate I had for her grew, because of her I would forever have to live without my sister. But then I also hated myself even more, I was the brother who couldn't protect the only sister I had About two weeks after the little funeral we had for her, mom and dad had went on a trip, continued their life as usual.

"How can you even think of leaving your brother alone? You should stay with me. Please?" Ilya groaned, his expression annoyed. "I told you not to call me that," he said, carefully removing his hand from mine. He turned to leave, walking towards the door. As he did, I sat up in bed and removed the damp cloth from my forehead. "Why do you hate me?" I asked, making him stop dead in his tracks. "I don't understand it. I've been trying to get your attention, to be your brother and your best friend, but you're not giving me a chance. Why? Do you hate me too? Do you also think I'm ugly, just like Ash and Henry said?"

Ethan was my brother. But for the past 21 years, he had harbored nothing but hatred for me. In his eyes, I was the one who killed our parents. It happened on my fifth birthday. Mom and Dad were away on business in a nearby province, but they hadn't forgotten me. As soon as they wrapped up work, they called to ask what I wanted as a gift. Young and naive, I only wished to celebrate with them and my brother—to share my birthday cake, to share that simple joy.

Why was I even thinking of that idiot right now? “I want to end your life so badly. Every time I saw you smiling in that restaurant and conversing with people like nothing happened, I felt this rage inside me. How dare you be happy while my brother was six feet under the ground… “ His gray eyes grew darker as he kept talking. He was getting really angry. “I want to end your life so bad right now. I want you to struggle for your last breath. You don't know how much hatred I have for you.” Why was he talking like his brother didn't kill my parents and also tried to kill me?

I sighed, already exhausted by his games. “You keep rejecting me, step-brother.” “Don’t call me that.” My glare cut sharp. He smirked. “Still ashamed of the family you come from?” He laughed, though it sounded more like broken glass than humor. His face twisted—a mask of pain hidden behind mockery. “You know, even I hated the idea of having a brother. Our father was a bastard, sticking his dick everywhere. But at least you got recognized.” His eyes burned with hatred. I slipped my hands into my pockets, keeping my face unreadable.

“Hailey, I don’t have anything to get back at your brother for. I just—” “Stop calling him my brother,” I snapped, my voice cracking like a whip. “That piece of shit is no brother of mine.” His silence lingered. And then—of course—he opened his mouth again, “You know,” he said, voice lower, slower, “the fact that you hate him that much? Kinda hot. Not as hot as your ass, but damn close.”

“To the brother whom I hate so much, this is for you. To be honest, I don't know what to write, now that I can talk to you directly about my honest feelings without the hate that I have for you, or the one you have for me. It is overwhelming to write this, and I have a lot to say, but I will try to keep the message short. To be honest, I missed you a lot. I wanted a family and was so glad when Mum told me I was going to have an elder brother. The day we came to the mansion and I saw you, I was so delighted because you were so good-looking. I was like, “How can he be so handsome even from a distance? But my hopes were dashed when we returned home without you, and Mum said we would never see y

“ you know I never liked you since the first night that my brother you home “ “Amongst all the girls Trevor flirted with , he never brings them home , he wants no one to see me or get to know his family , but when I saw him that night bringing you and carding you in his arms , I felt jealous . “I felt like I had a fucking completion and I felt like my brother wouldn’t think much about me anyone , I hate to share my brother , I only want him to be mine , but seeing that way over a girl made me scared and made me hold such resent in my heart fjr you . “You can call me all the names that you want and think of all the things that you want to think of but I know that my brother had made the right

“You’re humiliating me in front of her? Theo, this intruder just insulted your future Luna!” A short, humorless sound left him. “Defending her?” he said, stepping toward me. And yeah—he was too close. Too tall. Too intense. Too familiar. “I don’t defend parasites, Is—” “Watch your tone, stepbrother,” I cut in, my voice sharp as glass. “I’m not a slave you can hurl insults at.” “Wait… stepbrother?” Isabella whispered. Her gaze snapped to me, realization hitting, followed immediately by pure hatred.

Orion chuckled wickedly, caressing her face with his thumb. He looked angry and scary now but April wasn't scared. She just felt like she was with a stranger; a bipolar stranger. "You are not my brother!" April snapped. "Yes, I am!" Orion thundered back, "You can't change that, April, I will always be your brother so the faster you get those illicit thoughts out of your head, the better it is for you. I won't condone inappropriate words and actions from you anymore," Orion seethed. April violently pushed away his hands that held the side of her face and Orion looked more angry. His hand went to the back of her neck and he held it firmly while she struggled to get it off.