Protective Older Brother Novels & Stories

“I will accept whoever my brother-in-law will be. But that will be on the note that he will be good to you. Most men in this pack are hideous.” “How can you talk bad about your gender?” My face wore a surprise look. “And why are you so hard on me? It’s almost like you hate me. My friends’ brothers don’t behave like you do.” “It’s because I love my baby sister and I know what’s best for her.” “How many times have I heard these lines?” I rolled my eyes. “The older you get, the more privy I am to protecting you,” Brady uttered and I kinda feel bad for not seeing that he cares. But he is so annoying with it.

But, even though he lost his powers, my brother survived. My only brother, who survived, was almost 200 years older than me. So he was literally an elder. One of the oldest vampires still alive. Making my brother and Alpha Maximus meet again. Was one in a million sight. They had no fear, no boundaries, nothing. They looked like longtime friends. That day Alpha Maximus mentioned to my brother the need to stop me. At first, I wanted to kick Alpha Maximus in his groin, but when my brother said he wouldn’t stop me, I felt relief. I finally had someone who agreed with me.

I say. " I will. I'm sorry if she upset you. I know that this is weird, Asher asked me to look out for you when you got here, which I did, but we went a little further than that. Even though everything is different now, I still feel very protective of you. It's weird, I know." He says. " It's not weird. It's protective in a different way. Because I feel it too. But it's more of a brother and sister thing then anything else." I say.

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.”

He had always protected his brother, so his father had always come for him. She had shuddered when he had told her about it. He had stopped really coming for Jesse when he had become a teenager, but Jesse still wouldn’t let him near his brother. He had taken many a beating to keep his father from touching Billy. Billy had been the only person that had cared about Jesse, but Jesse had never really let him be there for him because he was the older brother. He wasn’t supposed to tell him that everything would be alright. That was Jesse’s job as his older brother and only family.

His shoulders trembled. “I had a brother,” he whispered, voice cracking. “Elias. He was six years older. He tried to protect her. He tried to protect me. When our father would rage, Elias would hide me. He would take the beatings meant for me. He told me stories about running away one day. About finding a place where no one could hurt us.” A broken sound escaped his throat — half sob, half laugh. “And I believed him. I believed my big brother would save us.”

Jasper used to tell me as a kid, that you had to face your problems head on to be free of them, but then, he never lived to prove that was true. I miss my brother most of all, more than even my mom at times, even if he did used to tease me and call me names and pull my braids. He was a few years older than me and never let me forget it. My first real male protector in life, and he never let me down, until he left me.

Pinching Kate's chin, he frowned and said, "Aren't you going to let me get bullied?" Sharp eyes swept over the other two brothers, snorted, and resented, "Also called brother, you don't know how to protect your brother." "..." The second old man of the Howard family trembled at the same time, this person, was too arrogant!

He threw his head back and laughed. “I dare you to call him that to his face. I will pay to see that,” he said through his smile. He is really is more gorgeous when he smiles. “What?” he demanded when I stared at him. “Nothing,” I looked away, and then answered his words earlier. “I am not that crazy, you know,” I smirked at him. He laughed again. “He is a year older.” “How does it feel to have an older sibling?” I was curious about their sibling relationship. From what I have seen Dustin is overtly protective of his brother, and if you pay attention as well as I have been these past few weeks you will realize how much he cares about him.

Adding value to humanity, no matter where he went. " Little Isa? I am your elder brother, I will protect you from now on." He whispered, the elder brother's protective energy coming from him comforting me in ways I couldn't explain. So, that's how it felt to have an elder brother? So, that's how it truly felt to have someone to dote on you? I couldn't get over it and I felt spoiled. And the feeling was new and refreshing. " It feels good to have an elder brother." I whispered, smiling. " I am your second brother,..." " Orson?"