My Brother My Brother Novels & Stories

“Your husband isn’t even buried yet, and you’re already bringing your lover here?” The man’s face stiffened. Then he quickly forced out a polished smile and walked toward me. “Bro, you must be Adrian Hayes. I’ve heard Maya mention you many times.” He looked straight at me with the air of a winner. As if he were saying, So what if your brother was the young heir of the Hayes family? He still lost to me in the end. I sneered. Then I raised my hand and slammed my fist into his face. “I only have one brother, and that’s Nathan. What the hell are you?”

“I know—we do look alike. I hope he told you about me?” “Yeah, he did. But he didn’t mention the resemblance,” I answered. “Oh, alright then! He showed me your pictures, though you look a bit… weaker than I expected. Are you alright?” I felt a small flush of embarrassment. “I’m fine, thank you.” I recalled John had mentioned he had an elder brother and an elder sister—he said Robert was two years older than their sister and their sister was three years older than him. I’d always been painfully shy, yet somehow, speaking with him had felt easier than with most strangers.

“But... you sαid he wαs your brother.” I swαllowed. “I did. Αnd it’s... α long story. One I’m still going to tell you one dαy. But the truth is... he’s not reαlly my brother. Not by blood. Αnd he’s your reαl dαd.”

I needed to let someone know before I go crazy. "He's Anabel's brother, Maya," I finally said, breaking into tears. Maya's eyes went wide. "Wait. What? The guy from the bar is Anabel’s brother? Your Anabel?" "Yes, my Anabel." I dropped my head into my hands. Maya leaned back slowly. “Oh... Wow.” “Yeah,” I said, letting out a bitter laugh. Maya stayed quiet, letting it sink in. “So… Anabel doesn’t know?” Maya asked.

that was what I was busy thinking at that moment cause I felt like rewinding time back the moment I stepped into the school gates with a time machine so I could stay clear from the path Brenna stayed waiting for me. "Not my so called brother, he is my brother okay" I had to at least make that known before commencing with any other thing, " sure he is but he did look way more than a brother yesterday" Brenna just always had a way of provoking me to defence mode and in the process I would always end up spilling out all the private knowledge I kept at bay.

Tamika’s mate snapped at me, and his brother growled beside him before speaking as well. “You’re so bold to speak because there are bars separating us from you. I’d like to see you mouth off when I can get close enough to rip out your throat.” “I beat your brother in less than thirty minutes. You think you’re so strong but you may even be weaker than him.” I said to the brother. “You went after his weak leg. I have no weak points you can exploit. I’d like to see you try to use your tricks on me.” The brother snapped at me while Tamika’s mate just glared at me in silent support of his brother’s words.

absolutely nothing. I gulped down the rest of my drink and poured myself another. As I took a sip, I finally spoke up. "Do you know that your brother is such a bitch?" I said out of nowhere. I don’t know why I am so hyped up to insult that man, thinking about it, he does deserve insults. "I mean not offense but how the hell are you guys even brothers? You are so sweet and nice but your brother; is just the complete opposite." I said

Fuck. I peer down seeing my brother suffocate on his own blood as his pulse slows. “Brother … what have you done?” I choke out the words as he coughs and splutters on the floor. The fact my brother is even alive is because he is a hybrid. “Couldn’t let you die, what are big brothers for?” he banters even at this time he still has his humour.

Because now I was confused. Now I was trying to remember if he even looked like me. Or if we shared any kind of resemblance. Or maybe this was some mafia coded metaphor. “Brother” in that loyal and blood oath way. But no. He clarified still calm and still watching me like he was bracing himself for me to explode. “I’m your stepbrother. Your dad I mean your real dad, he’s my father. We share him but we have different mothers.” He added like that softened it.

" week, I bagged summer medicine. Yes, you can call Aunt Doctor for help, but heartier brother is not wanted again. I apologize for the error. Because the story there is at the time when you God wisdom are not conscious, but older brother are not repentant hate. I know you're from today, but don't push me away, you want to be with tell guard you, though give only to be in shadow dark, for umbrella I'm by your side. Don't worry, I'll give you one of the best lives you've ever had; it's full of happiness and joy. There is no present face of the brother under the umbrella. Cho older brother hug you more than one slice stop. Do not push come out; if you do not want to look at me later today, you