Oh Brother Book Novels & Stories

I reached out, gripped her chin, and smiled until my eyes curved. “I want all of them buried with my brother.” “No. I won’t allow it.” I kicked Vivian away. She clutched her chest and collapsed to the floor. Sitting on the bed, I looked down at her. “What the hell are you to give me orders?” “Throw her out.” I brought my brother home. There were scars all over his wrists. Every time he saw me, he was always smiling. But behind my back, he had suffered so much. I held his cold hand and pressed it against my face.

You could ask me if I’m in love with my brother’s best friend and I would tell you with a straight face absolutely fucking not. Kane Wilder is my brother Landon’s best friend, a.k.a a pain in my fucking ass. I met him for the first time when I was six.

I gasped, thrusting into his grip, lost in the sensation. Footsteps echoed nearby—someone approaching. We froze. Kai pulled back, zipping me up with frustrating efficiency as a waiter rounded the corner. The man nodded politely and passed, oblivious. My heart hammered, adrenaline mixing with unfulfilled need. "See?" Kai whispered, smirking. "Thrilling, isn't it?" Back at the party, I plastered on a smile, chatting with aunts and uncles about my shop job. Dad found me later, his face flushed from dancing. "You okay with all this, son? With Kai as your new brother?"

The Brother's Bet 6. The Rules of The Game. The Brother's sat down for a while, Alex grabbed a bottle of whiskey, With a smirk on his face, He poured the wine for his brother. " Why do you seem excited???"Ethan scoffed, Ethan didn't like the idea but growing up his brother's actions has always influenced him. " I mean, She disrespected me so I should be excited at least, Not only but she's also in our home," Alex said but Ethan wasn't buying it.

I pushed the book down in frustration as I rolled my eyes at his statement. "What are you reading?" He stands up leaving his seat before I could hide the book he grabbed it out of my hands. Jerk! "I want my book back." I glared. "How to revive a dead marriage." He looks at the book amused. Right this moment, I want the ground to swallow me up. "Is your marriage with my brother really dead?" Is he really asking this question? "Give the book back." I dragged it out of hands. "You know the only problem in your marriage is me." He smirked, I wish he was the only problem.

But today, something had drawn him in, a need to connect with the person he had lost so tragically. As he rummaged through his brother's belongings, his fingers brushed against a leather-bound book hidden beneath a stack of papers. He hesitated for a moment before pulling it out, recognizing it as his brother’s diary. The worn cover and frayed edges showed signs of frequent use, a testament to the secrets and thoughts it held within. Damon’s heart clenched as he opened the diary, the pages filled with his brother’s handwriting staring back at him. It felt like he was about to intrude on something deeply personal, but his need to understand, to know what his brother had been going through, ov

’ I sighed walking towards my brother’s room. But it shouldn’t matter since my life was not a halcyon as far as I remember. “Grey… baby? You up?” I whispered entering inside. He was curled up in the sheets, sleeping soundly. I looked around the mess he formed, all his plush toys lying around on the bed. I got up cleaning them, and found a book under his pillow, ‘I’m young but strong’. It said. I gasped reading the first chapter, I smiled. This Levi bastard should surely give Jamie a raise since she’s such a nice secretary.

"My sister has her golden head bent over a spell book. I try to convince her to leave with me, as I must visit the market, but she refuses. She wants to stay, and has too much to do. She works too hard, wants to please too many people. And he, the brother closest to my age, has black hair, like mine, and he’s hunting in the forest, racing alongside the wolves." The bookworm and the warrior, huh? "You are the boss, I bet," she whispered with a smile. "And the youngest is the sweetheart." "She is a sweetheart, yes." James' eyes widened, a trace of pain returning. "Micah. Yes, that’s his name. I wonder where he is, where they all are, and what they’re doing." "You’ll remember, just like you rem

He shrugged his shoulders and shook his head slowly. “Eamonn is your brother?” I asked, still holding onto my throat that hurt. This man had a way of making the most uncomfortable situation look like something out of a normal scenario. He just had me in death grip a few minutes ago and now he's conversing with me like he was concerned about my ‘pathetic’ life, as he'd called it. I would have to go with the flow, why? Because this could probably be my last conversation in Shirlon. And how did I miss out on the history of these two kings being brothers. I thought I knew my mate that much. “You're yet to reach the last part of the book I gifted you twenty-one years ago,”

Her older brother had always been strong, a protector ever since their father died in that fire. It was devastating to see him like that-in a cold cell, like a man who had lost everything. She recalled the dried tears on his face. Vincent had never cried in front of her before, and just the thought of it made her sob quietly into her pillow. He could be annoying, but she loved him deeply. Her brother not only had his heart broken, but his reputation had been destroyed in one night. She could only hope he'd be okay. - [CLUB] "Vincent," Nica managed to push the drunk man off her, but he leaned in again, crashing his lips onto hers and shoving his tongue into her mouth, teasing her.