Stories About Brothers Novels & Stories

“Seriously? Your sister is too feisty to be kidnapped. I am pretty sure that she would kick my balls. I am not making this up, she has threatened to do it before.” “Keano!” I exclaim. I can’t believe that he is telling my brother that. “Akela?” Kanye calls out. He must have heard me exclaim. I take the phone from Keano and let out a sigh. “Hi, Brother. I am fine.” “Really?” “Yes, really.” “You have been gone for hours,” he points out. “I know. Keano and I had a lot to talk about.” “On a first name bases now I see,” Kanye teases, making me blush.

That day, Mom had ruffled my hair and asked, “Harry, which one do you want to choose as your brother?” The day before, I had begged her nonstop to give me a big brother. So, the next day, she took me to the orphanage to pick one. Later on, the boy under the tree became my brother. I gave him his name, just as carefully as I used to name my teddy bear and toy soldiers. When I tore up my homework, he rewrote it for me. After I broke the neighbor’s antique vase, the punishment landed on his palms instead of mine.

All because my father brought home my mother’s best friend—pregnant, five months, with a child that wasn’t hers. Ethan. My throat closed. Emily’s room blurred with the image of Beatrice trying to pretend everything was fine, even while her mind was unraveling and her heart was already gone. And now Emily—sweet, stubborn Emily—was doing the same thing. Pretending. Hiding. Breaking. “Emily,” I said quietly. She sniffed, turning her face away. “I’m fine, Alex. It’s nothing.” It was the same lie my mother whispered every time she tried to shield me from her own suffering, until she finally went half senile, now I am left to clean up the mess.

“Made by you. Tonight.” Elara laughed, relief spilling out of her. “Deal.” “Okay,” Nyra said slowly. “Hear me out. What if he’s your long-lost brother or something?” Elara blinked. “What?” Nyra shrugged. “I’m just saying. Stranger things have happened.” Elara shook her head, stunned but considering it. “I’ve thought about that,” she admitted. “But it doesn’t make sense. He wasn’t born here. And my parents aren't one the type to hide a lost son, I'd have heard about it”.

Caleb of course ignored me and launched into a conversation as if I hadn't just clearly told him I wasn't interested in chitchat. "I'll tell you a little story of two brothers," he grunted when I stepped on him and bitch slapped him on the cheek. He returns the move and continues, "One is dark while one is fair. It so happens that these two brothers have been estranged for a while and happened to meet in the forest. They become fast friends and it grows into a deeper connection…almost like family. The fair-haired brother is calm and nice but unbeknown to him, his 'brother' makes destructive plans about him behind his back." Caleb paused to groan when I slashed him with my claws. But that was

he stared directly into my eyes for a moment as he stopped talking and I nodded my head in agreement. "I code, bro. It'll be done." What went through my mind was the betrayal amongst brothers, what could have gone wrong? And at what point does a man decide that killing his brother is the only way. The story of the Gloomy Brothers was an inspiring tale of brotherhood, their parents were beggars but they came up together and became the most powerful gang in Harmony City during their time. But that story that we heard while growing up, that story of brotherly love and mutual respect, it was coming to an end with the pull of a trigger, and we the Badurs were going to be a part of it. What concer

and then walk on like he hadn't. My brother, who had not wanted a single thing in three years, wanted something. It was the same something I wanted. Two brothers. One woman. There's a very old story about how that goes, and it does not end well for the brothers, and it does not end with them still brothers.

“No offense, bestie, you are the best.” “Oh girl, I know,” she smirked, shrugged her shoulders, raised her nails, examined them, and then aimed her gaze towards my brother. “You need to listen to what your sister is telling you before you lose her.” Damn alcohol really makes someone appear brave. I would have never been able to tell my brother all of that if I were sober. But I don't regret it. He needed to understand what he was doing to me and how his actions were causing me to feel about myself.

All of them with those flimsy lies were all destroyed by my brothers even before they could get to me. And that's how girls stopped coming to me because the ones that came never returned and nobody heard from them ever again, but today my brothers were talking with Achun they were even joking so much and she kept on laughing so hard enjoying there comfort until I came, I used my mindlink and called a meeting between my brothers and I. I just hope they come. Those brothers of mine are the craziest and weirdest set of brother’s ever. I walk downstairs and comfortably sat in the living room as I await their arrival

A pull towards my mate. My brother.I finished the story that took place within a week and a couple days, shocking Jasmine and Tate."That's a strange story." She laughed."It's funny, because we aren't brother and sister." I added, making sure she wouldn't despise us for being "brother and sister."I trailed my hand up Asher's forearm loving the Sparks that danced along our skin as I did so.