My Senior Brother Is Too Steady Novels & Stories

My fear, my hesitation, my disbelief that we could win. The stepbrother had walked out tonight. Next time, he wouldn’t. And if we didn’t evolve—he’d make sure we never walked out either.

He leaned back in the chair, considering. “Rhys and I were twelve. Same private school. He was already all sharp edges and too much money. I was the quiet kid who read during lunch. We got paired on a project neither of us wanted to do. After that he just… kept showing up.” A faint almost-smile touched his mouth. “Tristan came a year later. Transferred in after some family mess. He attached himself to us like he’d decided we were his and that was the end of the discussion. Cade…” Theo’s expression shifted slightly. “Cade came later. We were seventeen. He didn’t talk much then either. Still doesn’t, unless it matters. We went through enough shit together that the bond stuck. Brothers in every

“My brother finds it hard to let go when he’s been wronged.” He leans closer. “What about you?” I blink at him. “What?” He studies me for a moment, then shakes his head lightly. “Nothing.” He straightens and holds out his hand. “We should go.” I hesitate, staring at his outstretched palm. The only thing I know about the Hawthorne brothers is what my stepfather used to rant about whenever I found him slumped at the end of a bottle. Ruthless. Evil. Monsters. He said they had more money than they knew what to do with it. And egos too big for their own good.

(Sienna's POV) I read the message three times. 'My name is Elara Blackwood. Harlan was my brother. And you, Sienna, are not the only secret he kept.' The drive was cold and quiet around me. Dax had finally noticed I had stopped walking and turned back, reading my face the way people who work close to danger learn to read everything, fast and without being asked. "Problem?" he said. "Someone named Elara Blackwood just messaged me."

“Don’t judge me Ezekiel, are you sure Ezra is your brother cause from this I can say you both are worlds apart.” Ezekiel was still smiling, pulled my hands and held it close to his. “We are step brothers—” The moment the words dropped, I paused and stared back at him. “What do you mean, step brothers?” I whispered. Just then, Ezekiel was already ringing up the front door. “I think you should keep your voice down..” “What? I'm not even shouting.” Just then the large door in front of us opened up. First of all, I was attracted to the squeaky clean floors and the large stairs.

He said sarcastically. "I'm grateful that you have finally managed to admit to the fact that I am one of the most intelligent people you would ever meet." I flung at him. It was hard to find someone who was ready to even pay you another glance in this college. The one who managed to do that for me ended up being my brother Half-brother by the way but this was still the same thing I was driving at. Most of the time when I decided to let my hair go he wanted to step in and act like he cared.

"Comin' down mom." "What'ya cooking'?" As I am captivated by the smell as I went towards the kitchen "Smells delicious!" "We're having your favorite sis, Beef Steak!" That was my little brother, yes, I am an older sibling. I'm still young and forever will be, don't judge me! He's a sophomore in our school as well, we don't go home at the same time, because our dismissal is different from one another. "That's great, I'm starving"

“ Sorry. I nodded, trying to calm myself. “ Finally you woke up, brother! “ Said Junior, my older brother, he is named after my father, Charles. He was the same height as me, 1.88m, with no trace of a beard, unlike me, I always liked growing a beard, he was athletic like me. We played basketball and quaterback as a hobby. He approached me, wanting to touch me but I moved away. It was on impulse. I was defensive. Charles noticed and took a step back, sighed and nodded. “ How it feels

What the hell is wrong with this man? “It won't happen again, I promise. Please don't break up with my dad because if this. I don't think I can bear to see him heartbroken a second time.” I said, staring into her eyes with a pleasing gaze. She scoffed, threw her gaze elsewhere then brought it back to me, before replying me. “So you know your father would be heart broken over this, and you still went ahead to get involved with him……” she paused, pointing towards Aldrich before she continued “...... someone that is supposed to be your step brother!”

I’m too damn happy to have the beautiful view, I could care less about anything else. Doing anything at all with my oldest brother is like getting stabbed repeatedly in the eye with a dull pencil. He’s too much like our father: an absolute control freak. Though his patience and ability to reign it in are not even in the same orbit. Mikey is a loose cannon, the very definition.