My Father Brother Novels & Stories

My father hissed while grabbing my attention. "I am sorry!" I touched the corner of his lips with my thumb. "What is the need to interfere in their business and take a slap from your father?" Julian sounded, who was leaning against the wall, crossing his hands over his chest. "He is my brother, dude!" My father looked at Julian. "A brother?" Julian let out a dark chuckle. "Open your damn eyes; John hates you for no reason!" Julian clicked his tongue while nodding his head. "But I love him because he is my blood."

"Why? After ruining my fucking suit, you think I should let you go?" "Wow, for someone who apparently doesn't curse, you sure do use foul language. I wonder why this behavior is only reserved only for me." "I wonder why your snarky attitude is reserved only for me. I don't see this attitude coming out in front of anyone else, especially your father." "There's a difference between my father and father in law, who's the biggest asshole I've ever met." "Oh, and what's that?" "He's my blood. He raised me, you didn't."

My father’s words suddenly echoed in my head… “Was it like this between you and your brother? Tense?” “It was worse.” “Why?” I asked. “Because we both loved the same woman.” “What?” I exclaimed. “So it’s exactly like Carter and me?” “No, because you don’t love Willow, and sometimes I doubted if Carter did,” my father admitted. “You want her because she is your mate, but your mother and I are not true mates. I simply fell in love with her, and so did my brother.” “Shit…” I whispered. “He had her first, but I ended up with her,” he said.

It's pretty annoying. "As I was saying, Lucas, one of my friend's sons who just came back from the United States, shows interest in you. I've scheduled a day where you will be going on a date with him. You both have to get together and make sure you break up with your useless boyfriend. Lucas is from a well-to-do family. If you both relationship works out and you end up getting married, it won't only lift our financial status but also strengthen the friendship between the two families." My father explained and I got so maddened by his words.

Ethan protested. Leo winced. He'd been trying not to think about that part of it. “Maybe he was coerced, or tricked,” Leo said. “I don't know. I just know I can't banish my own brother. I can't give up on him.” “Yeah. I get that he's the only family you had after the Rogues killed your parents,” Ethan said. “But you have a new family now. A mate, and an heir on the way. You have to think of their safety.”

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.

BRIAN I stared at him in silence, hoping the words that just left his mouth were fueled by exhaustion and nothing else. But he didn’t take them back. He… wasn’t joking. “What do you mean we have a brother?” I asked. “I mean your father can’t keep his dick in his pants to save his life,” Max replied, leaning against the railing. Yeah. Now Marcus was just “my” father. “Are you sure it wasn’t just some no-name Dad set up to—”

"Oh." "I was still young when she passed." He sighed heavily. "And then father brought home another woman after that and they had a baby. My sister. We're pretty close. I'm the only brother she knows so we're close. We always play together and she was always with me. But after a few years, they also disappeared. They left without saying goodbye. And since then, I'd been looking for my little sister but... my father was blocking every move I make to find her." What kind of father does he has? "Wait, you said, you're the only brother she knows? How about Caius? Is Caius the youngest?"

he says. My heart momentarily skips a beat, brows drawing together. “What are you talking about?” His face twists, like the words physically hurt. “Liam’s father is my half brother.” “What?”

I think whatever was disturbing him has just begun to take a huge toll, because his forehead has become damp with sweat even though it's cold here. “Father has a phobia of failing, and it was from the way my late grandparents usually put pressure on him and compared him to his younger brothers." He said, eyes filled with pity. My eyebrows creased in confusion. "Brothers? Does he have a younger brother other than your Uncle, Asher?" I whispered like a professional gossip. "Yes." He nodded his head. "Uncle Damian was the middle son and the CEO of the luxury empire. He was murdered before he could get himself a profile on social media or put things together.” He revealed, twisting his lips to t