Right Time, Wrong Brother Novels & Stories

Then I opened the top drawer of my desk and dropped it inside. I closed the drawer. I turned the small brass key in the lock. I dropped the key into the breast pocket of my shirt, against my ribs, and I sat back in my chair and looked at the closed drawer for a long time. Outside the window, the morning had finished arriving. Somewhere inside this house, my brother was being washed for the ground. That alone was a terror I had never imagined would come. I closed my eyes. I did not let it out.

Let’s undo this wrong. Alessia’s heart skipped a beat. She was genuinely scared by Brayden’s persistence. He looked a little deranged right now. ‘You are my brother-in-law,’ she repeated. But Brayden didn’t back down. ‘I can’t forget you, Alessia. We both made mistakes, but it’s not too late to rectify them. I’m willing to leave Connie for you. I’m willing to take care of the boy too, even though he’s not my son. I want you back in my life. Can you give me another chance? Please. We used to be so good together.’

"Luna! Luna, Something's wrong!" My heart clenched.

But what exactly did she want from him, she asked herself…but she didn't know. By the time she reached her apartment, the sun had begun to dip lower, painting the sky in pale gold and muted pink. Elara kicked off her shoes and dropped her bag by the door, leaning back against it with a slow exhale. She pulled out her phone and saw she had missed her brother's call. Turning on the light in the living room, she dialed his number. “Hey Tiny”, Her brother’s voice was clear and steady and for some reason, made her feel much better, even though she couldn’t exactly place why she wasn’t feeling great initially.

He is right I'm not good brother for him, I felt alone till I feel so cold Few seconds and I zoned out To be continued...

Slowly, with his burned hands hanging at his sides and the candlelight catching the exhaustion he usually kept buried underneath everything else, and he looked at my brother with something stripped of all performance. "I was seventeen when I stopped having the luxury of being a good person," he said. "I'm not asking you to forgive that. I'm not asking you to understand it. But I need you to know that what I did before you existed and what I feel now are not the same thing and I have never in my life said that to anyone." The silence that followed was total.

"And about the fight we had, I'm really sorry. I know you're disappointed more than anyone else. I'm the older one but I'm not yet that much wiser. I make mistakes sometimes. I know you didn't mean any of the things you said to me and I forgive you already. Even if you plunge a tagger into my heart, Evy, I would always love you. If I make it out here alive I promise never to keep anything from you ever again, so please don't..." Abruptly, the sound of something crashing filled the atmosphere. A chill ran down Evelyn's spine as she heard her sister make a distorted groan and then the sound of a thud. That sent a shockwave of fear through her body. She could feel agitated energy building up in

"Oh, wait. That’s right. Your best friend who was supposed to be the best man ditched your ass. Because you fucked his little sister. The same little sister who’s getting married to some other guy on the same goddamn day you’re marrying your whore. Poetic, really." A ragged sigh tore out of me. I ran a hand through my hair, the clean, spa-smelling strands feeling alien. This was it. The pit I’d dug, so deep I couldn’t see the sky anymore. I looked at my little brother. The anger in his eyes was just the top layer but underneath was a hurt I’d put there. "Leo," I started, "Just… shut up for a second, okay?" "Why? Does the truth hurt, big brother? Does it—"

"You drew blood on your own brother, over a woman. It has never been done in this lineage, we don't let women have hold over men." "I shot him, not because of a woman but because he tried to steal my position through marriage." "She's nothing," Ethan spat, staring at me with pure hatred. "A street rat who was convenient." Adrian's grip tightened on my hand. "Watch your mouth." Enzo's voice rose. "Brothers don't turn on each other like this." "Then we were never really brothers," Adrian replied. "This girl is tearing our family apart." Ethan slammed the desk, bellowing with full force. I cowered at Adrian's back.

He walked toward his brother while everyone watched his every step and waited for what was going to happen. He stopped when he reached that seat next to the god of time. " He stared at his brother. “You’re the one who doesn’t belong in that seat, brother,” he said, with emphasis on the last word. “Move.” “You can’t make me,” his older brother said to him.