My Father Brother Novels & Stories

I wasn’t planning on sitting on top of this hill all night while I got eaten by mosquitoes, “Do you think I can stop by there tonight? Maybe I can surprise him and we can try to talk through this all.” “Absolutely, if my brother is still being an asshole then you can be my date! Will you be bringing little man, I have an extra bed I can get it set up for him.” “It will be just me, Jeremy is having man bonding time with my father.” We both began to laugh as we said goodbye. I walked back down to the cabin and found my father on the floor with Jeremy playing, I told him I’d be heading out for the night and explained to him where I would be. He seemed happy I was going.

Was his father the one who had been sending me that anonymous message. I snatched his phone from his hand wanting him to pay full attention to me. "Make me understand what is going on so I can stop looking like a fool and also stop making assumptions." I stated wiping my tears. Was I too quick to make an assumption? He gave me an intense stare again. "I am your step brother." He confessed to me, while my leg staggered on hearing the confession he just made. My vision suddenly got blurry, as my brain tried to connect the dots.

Underestimated... All my life, I have been underestimated and in as much as it had been annoying. It had favored me in so many fights and trials. My father died years after I was born. Before I could even walk and talk. His time here on earth was due and he had to return to his world. But every now and then, he makes an appearance to my two older brothers; Lucas and Lucien and I so we know that he's still with us and never forgotten.

My father lunged at his son, exposing his own back to the enemy. “Dad!” My brother shouted desperately. He held my father in one hand and his sword in the other against the attacking enemy. “Dad, I'll take you home.” My always strong brother is crying. My chest heaved with anger. I gritted my teeth and tried to calm myself down. The enemy's sword pierced my father's body and entered my brother's heart. He and my father embraced and died. They fought to the last minute and they didn't flinch.

I could see the worry and concern in his eyes as he looked at me. “Where is your brother?” “I haven't seen him this morning, Dad.” “I suppose he doesn't have this in his eyes as well, uhn?” How am I supposed to know that? What was Father implying? He gave a suspicious laugh and smiled at me. “I admire your enthusiasm, son but you have a lot to learn. This is what your elder brother should be doing.” Uhn? I still had no idea what he was talking about. “Confused?” “I know about last night,” he said in a soft tone.

He orders a coffee from the passing waitress, then leans back in his chair. "Years back, I met Olivia's mom," he begins. "Fell in love. Got married. She didn't tell me about her past, so I had no idea I wasn't the one she loved. The one she loved was your father." "My father?" I ask. "My good-for-nothing father?" He nods. "Yes. Your father and I were brothers. Well, sort of. It's complicated." "How is it complicated?" I ask. "Your grandfather—your dad's father—when he got married to my mom, she already had me from a different man. So I was like a stepbrother. I'm not blood-related to your dad and all his brothers. Not related to any of them by blood."

“You expect me to tolerate that snake in my own home for a damn month?” “I expect you to act like a man who understands the importance of family,” my father replied smoothly. I let out a humorless laugh. “Family?” I shook my head. “Victor isn’t my family.” “He’s your only remaining brother.” I went cold. “No, he’s not.” My grip tightened on the phone. “My only recognized brother is—” I swallowed hard, forcing the name out— “Emilio. And he’s dead.” A brief silence. Then, my father exhaled.

Rico says. I cannot help but worry about my brother. I know that he is going to go through hell and back. It is not easy to have your first kill, and my father should have been here for him. My father should have been stronger. He should have stood by his son. However, he is on the golf course somewhere, and I know he won't be coming to this occasion where his son is going to have his first kill. I feel sorry for my brother because my father showers him with love and attention, but my father is never there when he needs him. My father should have been a much stronger and more positive example to my brother.

“Made by you. Tonight.” Elara laughed, relief spilling out of her. “Deal.” “Okay,” Nyra said slowly. “Hear me out. What if he’s your long-lost brother or something?” Elara blinked. “What?” Nyra shrugged. “I’m just saying. Stranger things have happened.” Elara shook her head, stunned but considering it. “I’ve thought about that,” she admitted. “But it doesn’t make sense. He wasn’t born here. And my parents aren't one the type to hide a lost son, I'd have heard about it”.

“I wouldn’t expect him to leave work just to come get me.” Stacy scoffed. “That man is unbelievable. What kind of brother doesn’t even check on his sister? All he does is send random gifts like that makes up for everything.” I laughed softly, trying to act normal. “He’s always been like that,” I said. “You know how busy he is.” “Girl, I know he’s running the country’s top company and all that,” she said, “but that’s not an excuse.” I could already imagine her rolling her eyes.