My Senior Brother Is Too Strong Mga Nobela at Kwento

“I feel like he deserves this. He has tried everything possible to protect us. I know, yes, then he couldn't do anything when my bones got broken, but we should also not blame him. He was the only one ruling through this pack, and he was trying to do it with an iron fist at such a young age. Believe me, Rodger, if any of us were in that seat, things would have gone sideways because we wouldn't even be able to have control of half of it. And you know that our pack is one of the most powerful packs in the entire werewolf realm. He is doing a great and perfect job trying to keep it upscale, and I am proud of him for that. I can boldly say yes, my brother does this. Yes, my brother can do that b

His brow quirks, "All the training you went through won't go to waste." My jaw tightens, "I know you are here to save your brother but be smarter than this," He says, "That kid is a failure, you're stronger than him, you're smarter." He smiles again, "Together, you and I, we can do anything." My gaze drifts to his extended hand and I silently shake my head. I never felt weak before, but now that weakness takes a grip over my inside, stripping my strength away.

Mel, whose weapon first unseated, regained her composure before clearing her throat. "Are you crazy or just suicidal sweetie? How dare you get in my way when I'm having fun? Don't you know what it costs to defy me? ". "Her brother is indeed Black the strongest guy in the neighborhood you should apologize immediately" “Do you understand now pretty boy? If you beg me on your knees and promise to do what I want I'll excuse you and not tell my brother" "Oh he's so handsome Mel look he has the same uniform as that disgusting monster"

"He deserves it. Why should so many people have to suffer because of him? The world will be better off without him. And besides, I doubt they will kill him—just teach him a bloody good lesson." "Hmm." Jacob nodded. "Let's face it. If any of us had the physical prowess, we'd beat the crap out him ourselves. But we... are weaklings." Jacob let out a strained cackle. "And what do weaklings do?" he asked Gordon. Gordon sighed and nodded. "We use our brains to get someone else to do it."

Milo furrowed his eyebrows on me, placing one hand on his hip as he says, "What, do you think I'm not strong enough to carry all of them?" I giggle. "Well.... your brothers are obviously much stronger than you, you know. They have been working out, going to the gym to build up some muscles while you.... are doing your own thing. And I really think I can handle them myself, I don't want you to break any of your bones, child." "Hey!" He exclaims which had caused me to break into fits of laughter, "That's so mean! To think that you would call your own boyfriend-"

Footsteps thundered above us before Brother flew down the stairs. “Dad! Did you hear?” “I did. Congratulations. I knew you were going to be strong. I just wish you would slow down to let your old man keep up. The both of you.” Brother was older than I was by a lot. Seven years was big when he got to do all the things I couldn’t yet. I even tried to keep up with him and his friends, but I always got left behind. Still, I looked up to him. He was getting strong, strong like Dad, to take over as Alpha one day too. All I wanted to do was beat him at something though.

he declared, but Katrina snatched her hand away from his grip. “This is my business, not yours. I don’t need you interfering and playing some sort of big brother act,” she snapped at him. Jace stepped closer, his move meant to intimidate her and make her back down. “You’re the one who told me to try harder. What? You want to take back your words now?” he asked. Katrina tried not to move back from him, but her eyes flickered. She clamped her jaw tight as she had no words to argue back against him.

He rises from the armchair and begins approaching me in that familiar, intimidating way. That’s old. “Oh, I’ve forgotten, Caden’s my dad,” I utter with sarcasm, shaking my head at him. He stops right in front of me and takes his time as he seems to study me attentively, then rasps in my face, “Stop… stop striving to reach the walls of my patience, or you will regret ever having a stepbrother.” “That’s old, don’t you know? I’ve regretted it since day one, asshole.” I push past him, moving toward my bedroom door.

"Don't let him get to you, Jane. You're stronger than you think. I'll meet you in history class, alright?" I nodded, appreciating the support. "Thanks, Ollie. I'll see you later." As we parted ways from the lockers, Ollie's parting words lingered, "And seriously, if he crosses the line, don't hesitate to speak up. No one should treat you like that, stepbrother or not." Walking to history class, the weight of the conversation with Ollie still hung in the air. The hallways buzzed with the usual chatter of high school drama, and I even saw Garrett from Physics class.

Turning back towards them, he said, "I know my brother too well; he is only choosing a mate because he wants to, not because of the pressure from every one of you." They all had their eyes glued to him as he spoke; he let out a soft chuckle and shook his head. "Even our late father couldn't make him do anything against his will. Yes! He is that strong-willed." The smile on his face died as he added, "Don't ever think in your gullible minds that you can control him or his actions!" With that, he stormed out without looking back, banging the door as hard as he could. I was still standing there, lost in thoughts with the bowl in my hand as the elders filed past me in pairs, whispering to each o