Novel & Cerita Oh Brother Book

20th January 2022 I have been staring at my diary for days because I couldn't put anything down no matter how much I tried. I felt empty whenever I read about my brothers death.it was as if I was refreshing my memory because I did not ever want to forget the hurt and betrayal. Why didn't he take me with them?why did Olson leave me in this cruel world alone. My brother was a herbalist just like my father.of course he grew up near a big forest and always explored the natural plants and turning them into medicine.he would experiment on animals and I think that what how he discovered the killer posion plant.

I couldn't force a smile, especially since my heart was breaking at the sight of my younger brother's condition. I quietly sat on an empty chair beside his bed and held his cold hand tightly in mine. "I know I've been neglecting you, Anthony, and I'm sorry I let myself be consumed by too much sadness. But I promise you, for you and for Mommy, I'll do everything to move on," I promised. I stared at his face firmly, hoping to see any sign that he heard me, but several minutes passed, and I still didn't get any response from him.

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."

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

The less people who knew about my business, the less questions I'd answer when things go sideways. Finally, I found myself once again in front of my brother's room. I greedily took in a breath before walking in. No one had been here from the lack of scent. Good. “And how are we feeling today?” I asked, pushing the door open with a soft smile on my face. Without looking up from the book before him, he said, “I'm not one of your sick patients, sister. Get away.” I rolled my eyes and snatched the book from him. He glared at me with his hand stretched, expecting me to drop it but I did the opposite. ‘How to handle grief’... My voice trailed off and I peered up at him.

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,”

Then the unmistakable rhythmic creak of a bedframe. My face went nuclear. Noah and Lena. Obviously. They’d been “showering” for like forty-five minutes. I froze, plate halfway to the table, mortified on behalf of everyone involved. Ethan noticed immediately. He turned down the heat on the stove, wiped his hands on the dish towel, and cocked his head toward the ceiling. “Sounds like your brother’s putting in work,” he said, deadpan. “Shut up,” I hissed, cheeks burning so hot I could have cooked the pasta on them.

Nyra stared at the screen blankly for a few seconds before raising an eyebrow, “Why am I looking at a picture of Professor Moore?” Elara turned her head sharply to her friend, tears pooling in her eyes, “That's my brother” Nyra inhaled loudly, the sound harsh in the quiet of the room, like she’d been punched in the chest. “What the fuck.”

Katrina turned at the feel of his closeness, and she almost collided with him. The air between them tightened, charged, and her pulse suddenly became loud in her ears. She barely had time to inhale before he leaned in and kissed her, swift and silencing every thought in her head. When he pulled back, Katrina stared at him, a bit stunned, her lips parted slightly. “Do brothers kiss their sisters like that?” Jace asked quietly, his gaze still lingering on her lips. Katrina swallowed hard, trying not to falter. “Well, I heard brothers tend to be overly protective of their sisters,” she said lightly, forcing the words out.