My Senior Brother Is Too Strong Novels & Stories

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

He flexed his muscles, then turned around to flex his back. “Even with my shirt on, you can still see the outline.” “Get out of here.” I said, throwing the pillow at him. “Justin’s body is learning from mine.” “So you’ve checked out his body?” “What?! No! Justin is like a brother to me.” The smile on my lips disappeared. He can’t check out Justin’s body because he’s like a brother to him, and there isn’t any family connection between them. I am his actual step sister and he’s checked out my body, and even jerked to my pictures. He’s touched it, and made me feel things a sibling should never make eachother feel.

My fists clenched just by the mention of his name. “How is my brother doing?” I forced myself to ask. “Making your father proud, unlike you.” I rolled my eyes. “I'm still the strongest among his kids, I'm still the favoured son.” “You might be his favoured son but not the council's favoured son,” he stepped closer. “No one likes a playboy.” “Are you still mad at me for taking your daughter's pride?” I mocked. His fists clenched tightly, I could see he was fighting himself from punching me. He knew better than to offend me, not because of my father but he knew that his strength was powerless against me.

“He sets all these rules and it turns me on. The way he watches me, tells me what to do, grabs me like he owns me. I touch myself thinking about his cock stretching my pussy every single night.” My brother looked disgusted but I couldn’t stop the words. My body was on fire, thighs trembling as wetness soaked through my panties. Jax’s fingers dug into my hip harder, like he was holding back from bending me over right there. “You’re crossing every line,” my brother snapped, voice rising. “She’s family, Jax. My little sister. And you’re fifteen years older, running your club, acting like you can just take what you want.”

It was not quite a question. Six years old and already he could read the difference between a truth and a weapon dressed up as one. "Yes," I said. "He was lying." Another pause. Then, "The other man is my daddy. The one with the same eyes." My throat closed. "Yes," I managed. Milo was quiet for a moment, processing this with the particular seriousness he brought to everything that mattered to him. Then he said, "He seemed sad." "He has been sad for a long time."

It was like lifting a pillow when I threw her over my shoulder. ”We know what has been told to us, but we never killed them ourselves,” my brother said, getting on my last nerve. ”Don’t make me laugh,” I downed the last drops in my glass. ”She was strong, Nathaniel… a different strength than ours, yes, but also different from the other wolves.”

I slowly raised my gaze toward him, “Do you need anything, baby?” I shook my head before lying on his chest, “What is wrong with your brother, baby? He is messing with my head.” “Do you want me to beat him to death baby?” I heard him confidently say, but I shook my head before nudging his sides. These two have been battling each other since they were kids, I never heard him win once. “You’ll just get hurt, both your strengths are at the same level but he is more competitive compared to you.” I pointed out.

Dominic “Just leave, Marco.” I stood near the elevator and braced my shoulder against the wall because my body still felt weak. For the past week, I’d stayed locked in bed like a useless idiot. Now I could barely keep myself standing upright. My brother blocked the elevator doors, his jaw tight and stubborn. It dragged me back to when we were kids. He used to tower over me then. Older. Stronger. He always knew how to use that against me. Later I grew bigger than him, and everything changed between us.

I stood up quickly and faced them so as not to embarrass the h*ll Tyr. "I like idiot people, like this guy." Asher said with a laugh while tightening his stranglehold on Tyr. Tyr was just trying to get out of Asher's stranglehold now. "Tyr!" I shouted again to control the fire but I couldn't. Maybe it's because of my brother's power and my body is weak now. Big brother can crush him just by choking him. I don't want to do anything even if it's hard for me to stand up now.

He realized that his brother also died when he possessed the power. In comparison, his brother must have been a hundred times stronger than him. He was initially curious about how his older brother died but ended up not following his father's footsteps. Truthfully, he couldn't believe that ridiculously strong brother of his could be defeated so easily. He either fell victim to a treacherous trap or was fighting an army larger than himself that even he could not defeat. His brother would not lose a fight one on one, according to him. Ryle felt the urge to collapse immediately, to take a rest for a moment from his thoughts, but he somehow managed to bear it and began to walk.