My Father Brother Novels & Stories

" Do you want to fucking die?" " I would rather die than let these men touch me " I spat hatefully, disgust coursed through me at the man Father had become. " The only reason I worked for you was because of my brother and I don't even know where he is anymore!" Father's lips curled to a sinister smile. " Oh your brother? You want to know what happened to him? He died a long time ago..." My blood froze mid-flow, cold bled over my skin. My face grew oddly pale, at the revelation. " H-He's What?"

My eyes sliced to him. I didn't understand why he was speaking like Liam was just a friend I made in high school and not my brother. “Liam is my brother,” I said, defensively. My father let out a low chuckle. “He didn’t come from my ballsack, nor did he come from your mother’s womb,” he said, “don’t deceive yourself.” My father yawned. “Playing golf with you is like taking candy from a child.” He tapped my shoulders. “It’s not fun. I’m heading to my study.”

I ended things with Mark after months of "I love yous" that never aligned. No fight. We just wanted different things. Six days later, I texted his brother. I didn't plan it. While I was still with Mark, he showed me his brother on a video call — "my brother cooks." I thought he was fine, but I looked away. He was off-limits. Then I saw him on my FYP. Cooking. Laughing. Soft-spoken but confident. Something in me wanted to know him. They said he doesn't have Instagram, so they gave me his number instead. Now I'm caught between guilt and something I can't explain. I have to tell both brothers the truth. But what if being alone is exactly what I need to become the woman who gets c

“Though I suppose, with how clever you’re supposed to be, you’ve probably already worked it out.” “Say it anyway.” “You’re Theo’s father.” I let out a breath I’d been holding since the door opened. “I didn’t know who you were until tonight. I swear to God I didn’t know you two were brothers.” “I believe you.” No shock. No demand for proof. Just that. I didn’t have anything left in me to wonder why he took it so easily. “He’s sick, Damien,” I croaked. “It’s why I have to find his biological father. The doctors need him. Can you come to Memorial East tomorrow? Around nine?”

"The men who died on the south road tonight had our own radios on them too. Please, you don't have to worry." But my father wouldn't hear it. "I'm not taking that risk." My eyes stayed closed. I was drifting further and further away. Suddenly my brother stepped in front of my father. "Use the hospital's blood." "Move." "I said use it!" My father turned to face him, his expression hard. "Are you giving me an order?" My brother slowly clenched his fists. "If I'm the heir you picked, then let me make one decision." The hallway went quiet. My father stared at him, clearly displeased. A long moment passed before he gave in.

I didn't understand anything about him Me: Mom, how Dad left us, I'm not following you Mom: (weeps)😖😭😭your father had an accident, he didn't survive, he died immediately What she was saying didn't sound in my head, my father? She's joking I think Me: Mom stops joking, I had dad on the phone not long ago, he told me that he loves me and that he is proud of me and that he loves you too. So what you say makes no sense

My father said angrily. I removed my head from my brother's chest right away; hating how my father described Christian. "Don't describe my mate in such ways father," I got angry at my dad. "He's not your mate and he doesn't want you!" my father shouted at me; allowing my entire body to jumped frighteningly. I hugged my brother scared. Throughout the years dwelling with my father, he had never shouted at me like that, which terrifies me, and afraid of getting him angry anymore.

"Mine? I don’t know about my brothers, but my mother left, and my father died; there really isn't much to tell." So, he and Christopher are not biological brothers? "Oh, I'm sorry. Was it hard after your dad died? How old were you when he died? Wait, when did your mother leave?” The questions gush through me without self-control. "Was it hard? No. I met my brothers because of the way my father died." The funeral? "How did your father die?" "Not sure; maybe he drank himself to death, or my mother spiked his liquor with poison." "What?" "Really, I can't be too sure."

“That was my elder brother and his wife.” Mike’s eyes widened. He never knew they had an extended family. His father hardly talked about their family. He held Mike’s hand. “I lost them to an accident years ago. I really missed my brother a lot. He was the owner of Afonso’s group of companies. But, they were not just my family, Mike. They were your family too. They were your real parents.”

his father said. "Then which brother are you talking about?" Said Fredrick. "You! You know exactly who I am talking about. Are you treating me like a fool?" His father asked. Fredrick could hear his heavy breathing on the phone. "I don’t know who you are talking about." He insisted. His father took a deep breath and calmed down. "I am talking about Robert," he replied. "Oh, him?" Fredrick asked. "Of course!"