Older And Younger Brother Novels & Stories

Thomas was the oldest being six hundred years old, followed by Roman, Robert and lastly Logan the youngest at three hundred years. The fight between the four brothers was fierce, everyone wanted to get the power, however Thomas had the upper hand since he was the oldest and having the support from his brother Roman. The rule was that whoever wanted to be king was to kill all his brothers or to publicly declared that they weren’t interested. Their father would never hand over power to any of his sons.

she muttered to no one in particular. Jax barreled past me next, cooler in one hand, six-pack swinging from the other. “Dibs on the biggest bedroom!” he yelled, disappearing up the floating staircase like a man on a mission. And then there was Ethan. He came in last, slower, quieter. He set his bag down beside mine—deliberate, like he wanted them touching—and leaned one shoulder against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching me take it all in. “You okay there, squirt?” His voice was low, amused, the nickname he’d used since I was twelve and still wore braces.

Balancing the needs and strengths of my brothers with the demands of our community is a constant challenge, but it's a role I embrace with pride. Growing up within our tight-knit family, Malcolm and I have often found ourselves aligned in personality. As the youngest siblings among the four of us, we tend to be the level-headed ones, approaching life with a sense of responsibility and maturity that often belies our age. It’s as if we possess the wisdom of old souls, calmly navigating the ups and downs of our unique circumstances. In stark contrast, my younger brothers, Mark and Mathew, frequently find themselves in trouble due to their reckless behavior. Their tendency to lose control can cr

“This must be young Mr. Knowles.” Nollace nodded. “It’s nice to meet you.” “This is my eldest grandson, Wayne. My other grandchildren used to be your classmates.” Waylon smiled. “I’ve heard a lot about you.” Nollace paused and looked into Waylon’s eyes. The brothers looked almost identical, but there were slight differences. The elder brother was polite but had sharp eyes, just like him. They both had tricks up their sleeves and wouldn’t simply show their emotions. He seemed to be harder to deal with compared with his younger brother.

Aaron pinched his cheek and said, “of course, you baby brother.” “You are just ten minutes older than me.” “I still am the older brother.”

"You've lost your mind." Ethan didn't even look up from the documents in front of him. "Good morning to you too." "Don't." Evan snapped. "Don't sit there pretending this is business." And then Ethan looked up. "It is business." "Bullshit." Evan replied and the brothers stared at each other. For years, Ethan had been the one cleaning up Evan's mistakes. For years, Evan had pushed boundaries knowing his brother would fix the consequences. Ethan closed the file in front of him. "Sit down."

hissed Erito putting down his gun on the small drawer next to their bed. “Really sorry, Erito… Really sorry and sorry for my blind and audacious plan, Erito… I promise you next time I won’t be so blind and audacious like this again…” said the elder brother in his somewhat spoiled behavior. He managed to seize his younger brother into his warm, cozy and cradling hug. The younger brother didn’t push him away gently anymore.

He is 4 years older than me, still, he is still older. I looked at him. "Still a brother. You're years older than me."

Saying that Richard cut the biggest piece of cake for Renea and said, "Renea, this one is for you." "Thank you, Fifth Brother." "Where's mine?" Darren called out in dissatisfaction from the side. "Richard, now that you have Renea, do you not remember that you still have several of older brothers?" "That's right!" Kevin gave Richard a popping chestnut, "Still not quick enough to serve your four older brothers." Richard protested as he rubbed his head that had been knocked painfully, "You are the older brothers, shouldn't you take care of the younger ones? Still letting me, the little one, serve you guys, how can you be so mean?"

He squared up to me instantly and grinned. ‘Bring it on little brother’. He knew I hated it when he used that word. I was older than him in human years. I was 29 when I turned, he was only 21, but he was hundreds of years older than me in vampire years, making me his ‘’little’’ brother. I pushed him hard, sending him flying backwards to the floor, but just as quickly he was back on his feet and his fist connected with my face. It made me stumble slightly but I regained my composure.