Novel & Cerita Oh Brother Book

He asked. “Yes, and this is beta Richford and gamma Sydney when they were much younger and this is my cute brother, the alpha,” I said smiling at him. “So your brother is cute?” “Of course, can’t you see his lovely eyes,” I said pointing at my brother’s eyes, he didn’t comment on that, he just flipped that page, I don’t know if he was mad or something else. He goes to the next, where the six of us are, I was on Beta Richford's back, while Stacy is on Gamma Sydney's and Lydia on My brother's back.

"DO YOU THINK I WANT YOU HERE? I FUCKING DON'T" Christopher shouted on top of his voice scaring Serena with his tone yet again. He was raging, raging like a bull at this point. He wasn't even sure about what he was talking anymore. He was not even in his senses now, while more hurt was she when she heard his next words. "YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A BURDEN TO EVERYONE. NO WONDER WHY MY BROTHER LEFT YOU, WHO WOULD TOLERATE A WOMAN AS FAKE AS YOU!"

"So going on with my story, having seen enough of my brother's emotion or vulnerability, I decided to return the books to where I had found them. When I did that, making sure that I arranged them exactly as I found them, I tried to turn the lever but it didn't budge. I tried and tried but it still remained the same. Finally, I managed to get the first lever shut and it remained the second one. That one was even harder to turn than the first. I tried and tried but it didn't even show any sign of giving away. And not to brag, but considering the type of strength I have, it should have given away at the fifth try but it didn't. I took a break for a while, and after then, I went back to turn it,

Soon, Brother walked in and also sat down with Daniel and looked through it as well. " Well, lucky me. I do not have to remember all this. I do not have the brain for that. Jeez, how do you do this?" Brother asked as I smiled softly. " You should not memorise this. We have to learn it to understand better about our body and then learn how to treat it." I replied, trying to pry the book away from Daniel. He shot a playful glare at me before continuing to read.

I mistook his welled up eyes for pain but now I realise they shone in happiness that day. "I promise, Zee. You are my little brother. Welcome to the family." I gave him a bear hug and patted his shoulder. We finished our coffee while I told him about my childhood mischiefs. I found a book on the study table names 'A third serving of chicken soup for the soul' in Tamil version. I heard about this book is a heart touching one. I flipped the pages aimlessly. He came out changed into a t-shirt and sweatpants. "Do you read this? Or is it your thatha's book?"

My voice cracked halfway through. I found myself walking, fast, my heels clicking down the hall until I reached his study. The door wasn’t locked. The scent hit first—his cologne, faint but still there, mixed with whiskey and paper. The desk was neat, like everything else he touched, except for a pile of books stacked carelessly on one corner. I sank into his chair and let the tears fall—quiet, tired sobs that left my throat raw. When the crying stopped, I wiped my face with my sleeve and looked at the books again. Old, leather-bound, edges worn. I leaned closer.

I said sharply, "I said your bag, is dripping water" he repeated then left, maybe I came out too sharply, I busted another chance with him, then I realized what he said, I pulled off my bag to check. It's truly dripping, I opened the bag to see a can of water in my bag, it's not covered tightly so it soaked my bag and books. My heart hurts, how can a brother treat his sister like this. What did I ever do to him.

“Pinky swear?” I laughed. “Seriously?” “It’s official. Can’t break a pinky swear.” “You’re silly.” “I’m your brother. It’s my job.” I hooked my pinky with his. “Okay. Pinky swear. We protect each other.” “Always.” We sat there as the pack woke up around us. Warriors came to train. People went to breakfast. Life went on. But everything was different now. I had a brother. A twin who understood me like nobody else could.

“Me… my older sister… and my little brother.” I kept my expression soft, but my mind sharpened like a blade. Three. Not two, the fucking bastard in my den was right. I kissed her neck again, murmuring against her skin like I was only half listening. “Tell me about them.” She hesitated, but my fingers kept moving, slowly. Keeping her plant, when she tried to get angry. “My brother… he’s autistic. He’s been in India for the last two years. For special medical care. Dad says it’s the best place for him.”

Brother would gently nudge me with his tiny foot, as if saying, "Don't be scared." But I was still so scared. One day, I felt Mommy's life force rapidly draining away. Her heartbeat became chaotic and weak. That annoying male voice was roaring, saying he would "deal with us." I didn't know what "deal with us" meant, but I instinctively felt it was something scarier than ice-cold seawater. We couldn't lose Mommy! "Brother!" I shouted in my mind, "We have to help Mommy!" Brother didn't respond, but he used all his strength and collided with me. We seemed to suddenly understand something. We had a secret, a magic that could help Mommy.