Novel Brother Novels & Stories

the man said and took off his costume and smiled as Gaia's eyes looked at him tearfully. "Ihh... Brother Ata is bad," Gaia squealed and hit the man, making Atha groan softly. "Sorry, that's all. I'll treat you instead," Atha offered, making Gaia snort and nod slowly. "You're already pouting, you know," Atha teased, making Gaia furious and pinching the man. "Eh, fight. It hurts Gaia," Atha complained and Gaia laughed happily. "Let it go! Atha's Brother is a pain in the ass," Gaia snapped and then got up and walked away.

Right in front of me stood the man from the night, the one who took his time to ruin me in and out even if I could barely recall his name. I thought my heart had already gone through its strain this week, but nothing could have prepared me for what I heard next. “Please meet Ezekiel– my brother,”

The brother who never died. The one who was never really gone.

These brothers were going to be the death of me ! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Note To The Readers: As shown in the book, "Rejected Once, Claimed Twice,” Ashton is Zane's elder brother. You can read the book for curiosity's sake but not reading the book will not disturb the flow of the story so enjoy !

“Did your precious father ever speak of me? Or did he forget to mention the son he abandoned?” Lucien took a step forward, his eyes flashing dangerously. “You are no brother of mine.” “Are you so sure of that?” The man stepped into the light, his presence suddenly overpowering, his aura one of dominance and sheer force. “I am your true brother, Lucien. The one your father tried to erase. The one your mother hid away in the shadows.” The words crashed through me like a violent wave. My mind raced, trying to make sense of it all. Lucien’s brother? The brother he never spoke of? The brother who had supposedly died years ago?

I thought last summer was horrible, but this, Jaxon losing his mind, his mate showing up, Halie AWOL, and then finding out my brother was a murderer, this took the cake. They have successfully made me question my sanity. Enzo gazes in my direction and panicking I attempt to pretend something has my attention instead of watching them socialize. When he proceeds to leave Uncle, however, I take it as my cue to skeddle. "No point in running, I already know who you are." My brother says suddenly. "I'm sorry I think you have the wrong person." I answer in a high pitched squeakiest voice I could muster. "Yeah, right as if I wouldn't know you from a mile away."

Nate McLagen. It’s not possible, right? There’s no way I was writing a story about my own brother, a brother I never had. * * * Dear Gentle Readers, what do you think? Is Nate her brother or her best friend?

ACE'S POINT OF VIEW "What now, you had your men..." I was rudely interrupted. "I had my men do what's necessary." I rolled my eyes at my brother. "So what I lied, big whoop." He's asking because he knows nothing, so I'm not bothered. He is suspicious and obviously bothered with my presence in his house. "You are not answering my question, little brother." He chewed on his bacon. "You are delirious, if I had plans against you, you'd be in jail by now." I pushed my food aside.

It was only then, with him turned away, that I could see the tension radiating off him—like a coiled animal suppressing years of primal instincts that he barely had a grip on. “I had a brother once,” he said slowly, the words like stones carefully laid down on fragile ice. “Caleb.” That name, when spoken, was clipped with an accent I hadn’tcaught from him before. Something more raw. More real than what Lachlan typically allowed to bleed into his polished demeanor. The name hung in the air like the last wisp of smoke from a gunshot—dangerous, unsettling, and final. My breath caught in my throat. Brother? He had never mentioned this, never once in all the research I had done, had ever mentione

“I know—we do look alike. I hope he told you about me?” “Yeah, he did. But he didn’t mention the resemblance,” I answered. “Oh, alright then! He showed me your pictures, though you look a bit… weaker than I expected. Are you alright?” I felt a small flush of embarrassment. “I’m fine, thank you.” I recalled John had mentioned he had an elder brother and an elder sister—he said Robert was two years older than their sister and their sister was three years older than him. I’d always been painfully shy, yet somehow, speaking with him had felt easier than with most strangers.