Right Time, Wrong Brother Novels & Stories

"The buses are about to leave. Why are you only noticing this now? Let me see the test center schedule." His eyes started to redden. "I forgot it at home." "You forgot something that important?" I stared at him, my voice rising despite myself. "If you forgot the schedule, then how did you figure out my test center was different from everyone else's?" Lewis took two steps back and bit down stubbornly on his lip. Then, all of a sudden, he raised his voice, "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! This is all my fault! You'd be right to yell at me or hit me!"

"That’s right! I remember now! Last Thanksgiving, you came to our house with two boxes of discounted apples. You said you were one of Scott’s subordinates, that girl Amanda. "Back then, Scott even said your family was struggling, that you couldn’t even afford decent fruit, and told us to be mindful of your pride. So what are you doing at my grandson’s school party?" His words landed like a slap across Amanda’s carefully constructed image. A ripple of low laughter spread through the crowd. The admiration in people’s eyes instantly turned to disdain. Amanda’s face flushed in blotchy shades, her fingers clutching tightly at Scott’s sleeve. Scott tried to smooth things over, forcing a smile. "Da

Marcus took the report casually. The next second, his pupils shrank. He crushed the paternity test in his fist. Damien's face turned pale, and he kept backing away. "Marcus, listen to me. Seraphine and I only did it once…" Marcus snarled under his breath and swung his fist at him. "You bastard. You're my own brother, and you slept with my mate?" Good, I thought. Hit him harder. Raven was already ten years old. Who knew how many years those two had been sleeping together?

“You switched places.” “Yes.” “You committed fraud.” “No,” he said. “I executed a plan.” Her nails dug into her palm. “Why?” That was the first time his expression changed. Something dark passed through his eyes, gone almost as quickly as it appeared. “Because,” he said quietly, “my brother wanted something he didn’t understand.” Her chest tightened. “And you think you do?” “I think,” he replied, rising from the bed with deliberate ease, “that you were never meant for him.”

“I said no rooms alone.” “I heard you.” “Do not make me enforce it.” Damian looks at me. No softness reaches his face. Only the thing beneath it, held down hard. “You do not owe him this because I bought the time.” “I know.” “Do you?” No. Yes. Both answers are useless. Leo’s timer holds steady at 01:29:42. For the first time all day, my brother’s clock is still. The stillness is a hook through my ribs.

“You don’t see it, but I do. He’s buying his way into your life.” “That’s not true!” I said, almost raising my voice. “You don’t know that.” Adrian spat back. He was ruining everything. This was supposed to be good news. The evening was supposed to be merry. But Adrian just had to go and ruin everything. I didn’t know who this person was. I didn’t recognize my own brother. I pushed my chair back slightly, anger and exhaustion colliding inside me. “I didn’t ask for your approval.” “I’m your brother,” he said. “I don’t trust him.”

He raked his hand through his dark hair in frustration. 'My brother loves her. He plays innocent in front of her. I was thinking that she was taking away my brother. I was f****** wrong. He can't get better than her. They've forgotten my mistakes, forgive me. But I haven't. And I can bet, brother hasn't either. I will never see Liam smiling at another one. He has kept his special smile only for us and his beloved wife. But he kept his soft side only for her. We all face consequences if we make mistakes. These rules aren't for his wife. I respect her. She never mentioned my mistakes. I also tried not to repeat them, particularly when it's about her. After all, my brother loves her. And I love

All the evidence pointed to one undeniable truth—Holden had wronged Anria from the very beginning. He had pushed his sister, who depended on him completely, into a bottomless abyss. He had allowed Anria to suffer in that prison. He had used forbidden drugs to strip away the last of her life force. He had sent her back to hell because of another pathetic lie after her awakening. Holden spat blood onto the snow-white report. The crimson hue in his eyes faded, replaced by an overwhelming sense of despair. He had been wrong in the most disastrous way possible. He stood up, swaying unsteadily as he walked toward the door, like a Rogue whose spine had been ripped away. "Anria…"

They just locked eyes and that was it, love at first site like a fairy tale but in this story the ending wasn’t a happy one. They had a beautiful mating ceremony and after 8 months you were born. After a few months the brother of your father was back from his travels. He and your father didn’t get along so he wasn’t there at the mating ceremony. When he arrived, he founded his mate only to discover that she already had a mate and a child and as if this wasn’t enough his mate had the child of his brother. We witches don’t have mate connections and for your mother he was a stranger, your father was the love of her life. She just rejected him and continue to leave with your father. Your father’

Leaving me alone with Ethan. The silence between us grows heavy. “You’re not going,” Ethan says. “That wasn’t a question.” “I know.” I sigh. “You don’t get to control my life.” “I’m not trying to.” “It sounds like you are.” His gaze softens slightly. “No.” “Then what are you doing?” For a moment he doesn’t answer. Then he steps closer. His voice lowers. “I’m trying to stop my brother from making a mistake.” “And I’m the mistake?” His eyes meet mine.