Novel Brother Novels & Stories

he gave Ricardo a handshake. His Mother led me to the dining room and gestured for me to sit on the chair next to the one Ricardo sat on. His grandmother was now sitting too and I was between both Ricardo and her. “Welcome” it was a calm voice this time. I looked to the direction it came from and saw a young man with dark blonde curly hair. “This is my brother Luca. Luca, this is Odessa” He looked awfully familiar, but I couldn't remember where I'd seen him before.

Natasha rested her head gently against his shoulder. "You've listened to me, so tonight...I'll listen to you." Ethan let out a quiet breath. "I don't know where to start." "The beginning." His eyes remained fixed on the rain outside. "When people hear the word 'mafia', they imagine power, money, fear but they don't imagine children." Natasha stayed silent. "My brother and I...we didn't grow up like normal brothers, we grew up as competitors, our father believed affection made men weak so he never praised us, he compared us."

Only Alexander Westwood would go into the office mere hours after marrying his brother’s bride. The door creaked. He paused, like he was waiting for me to say something. I didn’t. He left. Alone again, I tried to force sense into the mess. I replayed every memory with Ethan, every moment, every kiss, trying to find a sign. There was nothing. --- Darkness blanketed the room when I opened my eyes. I had dozed off on the couch, my limbs sore and stiff. The events of the day returned in a rush, and I winced.

I could never imagine losing him or someone taking advantage of my brother. I firmly remarked, "Miranda, we need to talk," observing her look of surprise upon hearing me. "I don't think there's any reason for discussion now, Ang. You've already made up your mind about me, so what's the use of this chat?" she responded with a serious voice. "It's about your divorce with my brother," I said, which was not what she expected. The arrogance of her to think I'd stand by after learning of her infidelity against my brother!

(Dante's POV) The atmosphere in the Blackwood mansion was suffocating. Don Salvatore Blackwood sat in his high-backed chair, his face a mask of cold fury. At fifty-eight, he'd seen it all, but he never imagined his own sons would bring such shame upon the family. Across the long table, Dante’s older brother, Vincent, scowled at a stack of newspapers. Every front page was a variation of the same story. "Chicago Mob Family Implicated in Bullying Scandal."

He wipes a tear with his finger and I roll my eyes. Drama king. "I know most of you think I hate my brother," he continues , "but I don't. Infact, my fight with him at my engagement party was because of her." I frown. Where is this headed? He stares into the camera, "Sara Jane is a manipulative liar and schemer and today I come out to free myself from her treacherous web and also pull the wool from my brother's eyes. Today," He pauses. "I come out to say that she," his eyes bores into the camera, peering at me like he was there with me in the room.

Chapter 18 Adelie POV It's a beautiful morning, and I'm glad that I'll be having breakfast with my parents today. Just how much I've missed them so much. These past few days without them have been unarguably boring. Descending the staircase minutes later, the aroma coming from the kitchen welcomes me and realizing that I'll be eating from the food made by that scumbag I call a brother, I can't help but roll my eyes angrily. I'm still so mad at him for treating Cynthia the way he did yesterday. For goodness sake, she did nothing wrong. All she did was confess her feelings to the bastard she claimed to be madly in love with. As much as I'm sad about what happened, I'm also happy that she reali

She was only seventeen or eighteen, but there was a hint of unfathomable iciness in her eyes. Seeing him staring at herself, Nicole frowned and asked, “Who are you?” She had always known that she was not her grandmother’s biological granddaughter, and she had thought that one day her birth family would come looking for her. She thought her biological parents would come. This man was way too young. A hint of frustration flashed in the man’s deep-set eyes, and he said, “I am your elder brother.” “Nicole, why have you never mentioned to us that your brother is the general manager of the Riddle Corporation in San Joto?” Mr. Barrett could not help but say.

“Impossible,” I mumbled, staring at my supposed brother. Thinking maybe I mistook someone else for my brother, I nudged Nova, the only one who had not left her seat for him. “Is that my brother?” “Yep,” she replied, oblivious to the confusion etched on my face. No. This couldn’t be right. He was supposed to be my brother. Not my mate. Or was the poison making my wolf daydream? “I can’t believe it’s really you,” my brother said, pulling me into a hug. The moment our bodies touched, I felt a zap of electricity in my body, resulting in goosebumps. My wolf stirred again and this time, her voice was stronger.

Liam looked between the two of us one more time, something settling behind his eyes that hadn't been there thirty seconds ago. "You know what," he said, quiet now, almost worse than the sharpness had been. "I think I already know." "Liam, please, " "A month," he said, mostly to himself, like he was doing sums that weren't adding up the way he wanted. "I'm gone a month, back for a week, and this is what I come home to." "It's not what you think." "Then tell me what it is, Nova. Explain it to me properly, because from where I stood, my brother had his hands on you."