Novel & Cerita My Brother My Brother

He shows a stupid grin, then turns to Ally, "Hey, Sis. How's my mother?" Brian is her elder brother and Jesus knows, if he ever stayed at home. Smoking pot, getting high, making out with random girls, are his daily job, seeming to waste the most important period of his life. Although, he's good at swimming, his only likable key of his pride. He's a senior, like me and her sister is a sophomore. I'm not sure if she's my friend, but we're good with each other. Yet her brother enjoys to annoy me. "If you wanna say something, say it." I say.

That little word ranged over my head repeatedly, gaining weight with each second that passed by while even the sharpest knife couldn't cut through the tension that built and stuffed the room. "Brother..." Slowly, the word rolled off my lips, noticing how it sound foreign and so mistaken but again, my being vibrated as reality hammered down on me, striking me like lightning and doomed in my ears like thunder. Brother? - I was kissing my brother, sleeping with my brother, going on dates with my brother, planing an uncertain future about my brother, repulsing!

Ruby quivered against me, the fur on the back of her neck bristling again. The guy tsked, taking a hand out of his pocket and wiggling his pointer finger irritably. "Don't you recognize me," he paused, drawing out the suspense, "brother?" Wait, I didn't have a brother. Brandy and Blake were my only siblings. Or so I thought. Ruby turned to me, jaw stretched wide, showing her pointy wolf teeth. Her eyes showed a reflection of mixed horror and betrayal, "You had a brother and you never told me?"

My father’s second son and his biggest disgrace. The first person to go down. “Welcome,” I murmur, “dear brother, to your hell.”

Emery Quinn I was still hearing those three words in my head — *He’s my brother* — like someone had taken a hammer to the inside of my skull. They didn’t fade, didn’t soften with repetition. If anything, the sound got sharper each time, like glass grinding underfoot. *Brother.* It didn’t make sense. It didn’t fit with anything I’d seen, anything I’d felt in the tension between them. Brothers weren’t supposed to look at each other like that. Not unless something had gone very, very wrong.

I asked, my tone ringing with displeasure as I stared at him, I couldn't believe that after everything Bobby had done to him, my father would still think about Bobby's life, "No, I'm not..." His response came almost immediately, "It's just that no matter what, he's still your brother after all," my father replied, his voice tinged with pain and regret, "Brother?" I scoffed, I felt like I had just heard a ridiculous joke, I mean how can I refer to someone who had beaten me to unconsciousness my brother? Or someone who had always found a way to steal away my joy and happiness my brother That's impossible.

"You know, don't you? Glad my men are at work." "If anything happens to Zach, I'll be the one to rat you out." I stood up not feeling comfortable being seated. "Are you threatening me, brother?" I can tell he's holding his anger but I'm more than determined to piss him the hell off, I want an excuse to break his nose. "Take it as a warning." He rises up looking at me intensively before laughing. "It's cute that you think because you are my brother I can't send my men to end your life, it's actually laughable." I want to say his words shocked me but it does not, it's the fact that I believed he could do it.

"Victor, I wanted to talk to you about something." Her voice was softer this time, almost guilty. "Your brother just started her treatment, and the Miracle Elixir is affecting his emotions. It’s making him feel down. To keep her spirits up and to help with her recovery, your parents suggested that Jason and I go through the Marking Ceremony. "They hope it'll make him feel better."

“We’re mates. We felt it. At the Moon Festival.” Rachel sat beside him, wrapping her arms around his trembling body. “I’m not mad. I’m not scared. I just want you to be safe—and happy.” He buried his face in her shoulder, tears falling freely now. “It’s wrong. He’s my stepbrother.” Rachel held him tighter. “You’re not blood. And the bond doesn’t care about the titles humans created. All that matters is what’s real.” Across the house, Brian sat with his father in the study, his hands clenched into fists.

He looked as shocked as I felt. I had a brother. A real brother. And tomorrow everything was going to change again. If we lived long enough.