My Father Brother Novels & Stories

He added. "Dad and Uncle Bruce were only half brothers. They shared the same mother but didn't share a last name. No one really knew that they were related even though they were extremely close. I think that my father has always wanted to destroy the Lost Boys and has only been waiting for the right opportunity to come along. He want's a war and I think that he's trying to ensure that we do his dirty work for him." Nat explained. "Why would he attack us then?" Thrash asked.

dominated trending topics for weeks. From that day forward, my reputation was dead. Outside the hospital room, my father was still knocking on the glass. "Why are you so stubborn? You really stayed away all these years without coming home." He sighed heavily. "Your brother had such a hard life growing up. Couldn't you have just helped him realize one dream?" The look on his face made him seem every bit the loving father grieving for his son.

"I guess some people really aren't fit to be parents. It is ironic that while almost every other role requires a qualification, anyone can become a father without passing a single test." Dad panicked as soon as he heard that. He pointed at the crowd and snapped, "What's the big deal if he spends some money on his parents and his brother? How can you all be so indifferent to the importance of familial bonds?"

“Your father is… struggling. He’s hurt, Bella. Deeply. He feels betrayed by both you and Alex. He’s been quiet, throwing himself into work. Ethan’s been trying to talk to him, but you know your brother he’s more action than words. He’s angry at Alex, but he’s also worried about you. He asked me yesterday if you’re okay. I told him you’re doing your best.” Tears pricked my eyes. “I miss them. I miss Dad so much it hurts. I know I messed up, but I never wanted to hurt him. I love Alex, Mom. I really do. But I love Dad too. I hate that I’ve put him in this position.” “I know, baby,” Mom said gently. “He loves you too. He’s just not ready to admit it yet. Give him time. I’m working on him. Slowl

I stood up and pulled him off Bradley. "What the hell is wrong with you two? " My father asked them in anger. "He is the one with the anger issues." Bradley said. "We are talking about this right now! What's going on?" My father said. "Do you want to tell him or should I do the honours?" Bradley said. "If you ever cared for me like your brother, you will let this go." Tristan said. "That's not an option brother." Bradley said. "Are you going to tell me what is going?" My father asked me.

He just don't know why problems always arise from father's side especially father's brothers called Uncle, he can't really understand them and why they're always like that ********** Vote Comment and Share. That way I will give you more updates

But he's serious when he looks at that guy, and my mouth falls slightly open when said individual turns around and I see his face. The resemblance to Alessandro and Dario is startling, like he's the third brother I didn't know about. They are most definitely related. "That is Mattia, my father's brother." I raise my eyebrows. "He doesn't look old enough to be your father's brother. And where was he at the funeral?" "He's not my grandmother's son. His mother was much younger than my grandfather." Alessandro sighs deeply. "He's been operating the family in a smaller city, but word got out I was intending to close down operations. He didn't like that."

Father inquired. "Eat your breakfast, honey." Mother said. My parents and my brother fought when they requested him to study at the institution that my father preferred, but my brother refused and enrolled at another university that he preferred. My brother, unlike me, disliked competing with our next-door neighbours, therefore he always went against our father's desires. My brother is so direct, he says he's out of his mind. In a nutshell, he's the polar opposite of me. That's also why I'm afraid of him alerting our parents about my secret.

“What is all this? I asked you a simple question!” “And I’m answering it,” I insist. “Days later, my father died, and your father was the one who did it! A few weeks after that, it was my brother!” Max frowns. “What?”

I asked, my voice filled with concern. My father took a deep breath, his words coming out in a rush. "I'm sure you knew that I had a son before you... You've heard the story about your half-brother, right?" I swallowed, remembering hearing about the brother that I never really had. I didn't know too much about him, just that he died at a young age. "I don't know much about him."