Oh Brother Book Novels & Stories

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.

After my sister-in-law Lydia had my brother Caleb's kidney removed and spent three years draining his blood, he escaped back to our hometown barely alive. He lay on a bed at the clinic, holding my hand tight as he said, "Noah, don't go after them. You can't afford to cross Lydia's family." Three days later, he died in my arms. I buried him on the hillside behind the town, under the old oak tree he had loved to climb as a child. On the seventh day after I buried him, a black Maybach stopped at the edge of town. Lydia got out with a frail man who looked like he could fall over at any time. She stood outside my house's door and looked at me. "Noah, where's your brother? Tell him to come o

Her long lost brother appeared behind Celsa out of nowhere giving Celea a fright " Holly crap! Can't you come like a normal person? Why do you feel the need to sneak up on people " Said Celea holding her poor heard " Well I'm not a normal person and neither are you dear sister " Well he was right about that " But what are you looking for sis ? " He asked " a book " She replied " Was that book worth coming to hell ? " He asked again " More than you think dear brother " Celea said with empty eyes The long lost brother saw the sorrow in her eyes

These brothers were going to be the death of me ! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Note To The Readers: As shown in the book, "Rejected Once, Claimed Twice,” Ashton is Zane's elder brother. You can read the book for curiosity's sake but not reading the book will not disturb the flow of the story so enjoy !

Hello everyone! I am back with book 2 and to save you and myself some trouble I have decided to publish book 2 right here under book 1. At first, I wanted to call the second book "My Brother's Keeper" and I wanted to make it a separate book from this one but it's literally just a continuation of Not My Brother so I decided to just post the new chapters under this story. This way you guys don't have to go search for it and go through unnecessary trouble to find it.

Outside, a car splashes through the gutters, the city continuing without notice. For the first time, the plan I live inside the one my brother drew in thick, careful lines feels like a cage with the lock on the outside. I breathe, once, twice, and the air tastes like the moment before a loss I didn’t see coming. ***************** Author’s Note Hey friends 💕 This chapter was a rollercoaster to write and I can only imagine what it felt like to read. Isabella just discovered so many painful truths at once, and her brother’s choices… whew. Do you see him as protective, or do you think he’s gone too far?

But before I let myself fall asleep, I read his last reply. Brother R: Rest now, my baby sister. You'll get over with it. Don't worry, I'm here for you. Don't hesitate to call if you need some ears to listen you. I smiled and replied, Sure, bro. :)