Novelenglish Net Meet My Brothers นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Going to Switzerland, it's perfect for me to start over again. But I've missed my brothers for too long that I just want to go back to how things were before. I need to talk to them tomorrow. "I need to tell them the truth" I said. He furrow his brows in confusion. "You want to leave?" He asked. I look down at my lap. It's not what I wish for but I need time to think things straight. I nod my head. He sigh and nod in understanding. Ethan is kinda easy to talk to.

Aiden, Zander, Liam, and Matthew stood side by side, their expressions unreadable but their presence overwhelming. Emma froze, her heart racing in fear. “Oh no,” she whispered. David swallowed nervously, looking between the brothers and Mia. “Who are they?” Mia hesitated, glancing at her stepbrothers before answering. “They’re… my stepbrothers.” David blinked in surprise, clearly taken aback. “Step Brothers? I didn’t know you had step brothers.” Aiden stepped forward, his voice calm but laced with warning. “We’re very protective of Mia.”

"Of course not" "Who is he?" Jack ask. "Spill or I'll spill your name." "What?" I never thought a day my kid brothers would gang up on me like this would come. Before I can speak, Keenan does. "We met last night and my name is Keenan and you guys are her little not so little brother."

“Go on.” I took a breath. “What happened when you met your brother?”

My brothers only came over when they needed something or when something went wrong. There were no two options. That was the way things were. My oldest brother's sneer got bigger. "Little brother, is that a proper way to meet family?" "The term 'family' is a stretch." I was certain they heard me muttering. "We've heard that you recently escaped a near-death encounter." Kieran spoke in a mockingly worried tone. "Therefore, we felt it was appropriate to send our regards." "Regards," I said again, icily.

Dante’s twin brother. I'd never met Marco; I only knew he existed. Dante had told me Marco handled family business in Europe and rarely came back to Chicago. Whenever I asked, he'd say they didn't get along and told me not to push it. But what was he saying now? "Bro, you really never touched Rose? Seriously though, she's a hell of a ride." Marco’s face twisted into a sickening grin that made me want to throw up. I had to fight to hold it down.

Their souls were bound, meant for each other. Despite their flaws and the obstacles they had faced, they overcame everything and remained inseparable. MY BROTHER’S BEST FRIEND. * * * THE END. Thanks for reading! Please check out my other books; you're going to love them. Much love, dear readers!

The word brothers kept repeating in Sophia’s mind again and again. She looked at the three men, Alexander, Damian, and Lorenzo. searching their faces for anything she recognized, something she could believe. “No,” she said quietly, her hand shaking as she held the knife. “That can’t be true. I would remember. I would know if I had brothers.” Alexander’s expression softened, but there was sadness in his eyes. “You were very little when it happened,” he said gently. “We were older. You might remember us as the boys who played with you in the garden, who built blanket forts, who read you bedtime stories.”

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Sincerely, the fact that I even have to point this out annoys me more. “But that is because we have to start school and don’t forget we are new both in the neighbourhood and at the school. I am sure soon we will make some new friends just like we did in London.” My brother didn’t pretend to misunderstand. He tried to reassure me but I was not placated. “No, no and no. Hell, I want no new friend. I want Uncle Christos.” I shouted emotionally and I could see the shocked askance look on my brother’s face.