Novel & Cerita My Loving Brother

This guy had been my one true brother all throughout school. “I've missed you.” I said. “Blech, you cheesy motherfucker,” he said and I punched him in the stomach and we both burst into laughter. “I've missed you too. I want you to know that I've decided to not come between you and Steph. And I want to stay in touch with you mate. So I truly hope, you won't break my little sister's heart because that would mean I'd have to kill you.” He said and I smirked.

"Ember Brock is three years older than you, head over a fraternity as well as being a football jock. Brock is a player. He is only out for one thing; don't be stupid," "We can't be together, Derrick. I wish we could. I wish you weren't my stepbrother, but you are. I love you in a way I shouldn't love my stepbrother. I need you to let me go, and I need you to move on. It's for the best. We can't keep going on like this," Emberly quickly took her hand from my chest and looked away. Desperation took over me. "Ember, please, please don't do this. Give me this year, that's all I ask, and then I promise I'll let you go," I tilted her chin to look at me.

“I’ve got you.” He held me tightly as I sobbed against his shoulder loud, uncontrollable sobs that echoed down the hallway. The brotherhood that had been fractured for months resurfaced in that moment of shared grief. No anger. No accusations. Just two men who loved the same woman and now mourned the same loss. Margaret knelt beside us, crying softly, one hand on my back and the other on Robert’s arm. The three of us stayed like that for what felt like forever a broken family clinging to each other in the middle of unimaginable pain.

And suddenly she hated how true it all sounded. Ethan continued quietly. "When you left him, you should have walked away with your own life." His jaw tightened.."Instead, he made sure you walked away with nothing." The anger in his voice surprised her because it wasn't directed at her, It was directed at Evan. For the first time. She believed it, Ethan looked out toward the distant city. "He's my brother." The words sounded heavier than anything he'd said so far. "I've covered for him before."

“Congra fucking lations baby sis! Come home after work, we need to celebrate this okay?” “Yeah sure, I’ll get drinks.” “Nah M, I’ve got dinner and drinks covered, just come home after work, have a great day today, love you.” “Okay Lu, have a great day, love you too.” My jaw tightened, the excitement in his voice, how he sounded genuinely happy for me, his sister, made my stomach twist. The feeling of guilt came rushing back. Sleeping with the man my brother was in love with, all the emotions I had suppressed resurfaced, and I hated myself for ever betraying him.

Alone with her thoughts, her fears… and that curiosity she didn’t want to admit. Nathan. The twin brother. The opposite. A stranger who, she sensed already, would disrupt her fragile balance. She remembered the stories Thomas had once told about his brother. Colorful, almost romantic tales. Nathan in Bali, lying in a hammock suspended between two palm trees. Nathan in Tokyo, tasting improbable dishes in hidden alleys. Nathan again, facing a storm in the Moroccan desert, or sharing a cigarette with a stranger on the roof of a train in India.

When she saw her brother coming toward them, Mia ran, arms outstretched, and jumped into his arms. “Hey, Mama Mia,” Blake said, smiling as he hugged her tightly. The moment he set her down, she doubled up her fist and punched him as hard as she could in the shoulder. “Ow! What was that for?” “That was for interfering in my love life,” she announced, then flung her arms around him again. “And this is for loving me enough to watch out for me like that.” Her message sent loud and clear, she entwined her arm through her big brother's and together they strolled back to the group.

Fiona said, wanting Skyler out of her sight. Nathaniel’s brother, Ethan, would be returning that day after three years overseas. “ Nathaniel, let her go, I told you she hates me.” Sophia pulled him by his sleeves. “ She's not moving an inch from here without apologizing to you.” “ You'd have to force me to my knees then.” She said and turned to leave, dragging her feet off the floor with pain coursing through her veins. But before she could go any further, his strong hand grabbed her roughly from behind, yanking her back.

he said angrily making me gulp. “Aaron may have some feelings for her but he never talked to her or saw her. His feelings are one-sided. I’m sure with the help of your love and time he will start loving you soon. You are the best for my best friend. You are my sister so I will make sure that you will always be happy. I’ll always keep your happiness above everything else. I promise you that I will make sure that you get your love. It’s a promise from your brother to you.” he said with determination. "Brother please don't do anything which will hurt him. I want him to be happy." I said.

He was my stepbrother. Agreed. But I could not for the life of me deny the absolute fact that he felt like home—he was my home. When I considered the way he had fought for both of us, it made me proud and guilty at the same time. If I had never gone to that lounge none of this would have happened. But then I would never have known what real love felt like either. The city streets passed in a blur because the tears were now stinging at the corners of my eyes. I wiped my eyes so I could see the road. But the tears kept coming anyway.