My Loving Brother Novels & Stories

"Are you?" "No," I said honestly. He nodded like that was the right answer and went back to staring at the ceiling. I looked at my brother lying there with his heart broken open and his pride still intact and felt a rush of deep uncomplicated affection for him that had nothing to do with Lyra and everything to do with the fact that he was my brother and I loved him and watching him hurt was its own particular kind of pain. "She loves us," I said quietly. "That part was real."

The two siblings sit like that together til Diana speaks to her brother. "Lloyd frater meus infans tibi gratias ago quod me tantum amorem ostendis, cum me vix etiam nosti. Nescis quam magnus sim, quod uredine illa fracta sit. (Lloyd my baby brother thank you for showing me so much love when you barely even know me. You do not know how greatful I am for having that blasted dam broken.) Tam valde doleo de quo me egi cum me vastasti, sed offensus eram ut me etiam curasti nedum me amares. Fratrem me numquam cognovi. Dictum est mihi adolescere pater meus mortuus est postquam natus sum. (I am so very sorry for how I reacted when you huged me but i was in shock that you even cared for me let alone

Xavier's expression met mine, his gaze lingering on me. "He has a brother?" my parents asked simultaneously. "Yeah, Xavier is our second son and the youngest." Mr Alejandro replied. I stared at Xavier, our passionate night flashing in my memory, I looked away immediately swallowing hard feeling hot all over.

When I got back to my room, I got back to homework and then I fell asleep. I texted Jack when I woke up, he called me later in the night and we talked for long. I know it's selfish but I don't want them to become too serious. My Dad and Belinda. They have chemistry, their relationship is beautiful and they're both happy, but that means I'll have to live with the memories of knowing fully well that I had fucked my own brother. infact let's not even go there, I'm going to have to live with the thoughts of fucking him

“It’s just Jordan.” “Just Jordan?” I turned, eyes wide. “Liv, it’s not just Jordan. It’s Jordan Kingston. Your brother. The same guy who kissed me like it meant something and then texted me good morning like a lovesick idiot.” Liv grinned. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.” “It’s terrifying.” “Then it’s real,” she said simply, tossing me my jacket. “Go have fun, dummy.”

“You were gone a while.” Amaya avoided eye contact. “I needed air.” “Uh huh,” Zara smirked. “Or maybe you were getting too close to Mr. Hot Stepbrother.” Amaya shot her a look. “Can you stop calling him that?” “But he is,” Zara laughed, sipping from her drink. “And judging from how long you two were missing at the same time…” “We weren’t—” “I’m not judging. I mean, yeah, it’s weird... but he’s not really your brother-brother.”

Sammy asked and a flash of hurt surged through Sky's eyes darkening the sparkle that was once there. "Yes, he does. But then he pushed me away and hurt me." Sky seethed, clenching his teeth together and turning away from his brother's gaze. "That was why you slapped him that night?" "Yes." "Yet you still love him." "I do. No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't stop. It's like a curse, something that I have been doomed to live with." Sky shamelessly cried into his baby brother's embrace, it felt good to share. To not be judged. "But he doesn't care about me, he left me. He went and dated all those girls. Did you know that one time he called me and was apologizing to me? I was going to fo

And why did you let me get used leaning on you and you will just leave me at the end. No. Because you have been preparing me long ago and I am just stagnant not to do anything. Brother Carlos, sorry. I hope you will still give me a chance to prove you that you should be proud of me and I can stand on my own feet. Brother, please don’t give up. I am going to really get hurt if you leave me. Not all siblings love each other like us. But because of you I was able to experience a love, real love of a brother.

Somehow, it just made me feel like there was something I loved. ''I'm sorry i'm prying but how many are you guys?'' I asked. ''It's okay, you aren't prying. We're four and one of them, my elder brother, is an accomplished chef in Ohio.'' he grinned. The way he spoke, he was so proud of his brother and even though I didn't know him, I felt proud too. It was such a nice feeling knowing that someone you loved made you proud. ''That explains why you are so cute.'' I murmured.

I boldly pushed my chest out a little more and saw Joel's eyes flash down before coming up. "You don't love my brother?" he asked softly. "Actually, I might," I answered honestly. "But like a brother. He's irritating, treats women deplorably, and needs a swift kick in the balls at least once a week. Yes, I do love your brother." "Ick." "I love you more."