Surrounded By My Brothers Novel Novels & Stories

I could be honest. “She’s really not,” I said. “I honestly don’t think she ever reads for pleasure.” “Wow. What’s she do when it rains?” Ethan asked. I shrugged. Mostly she bullied me. I didn’t want to think about Eva anymore. “Your siblings are really very nice,” I said, trying to hide a tiniy burn of envy. My only sibling hated me. “They’re great,” Ethan said. “When Mom and Dad died and I realized I had to be their caretaker and their alpha, I thought it was too much. But Estelle stepped up and helped. And, um. Leo. Leo was there for us, too.”

I stared blankly out the window, watching the world blur past like I was trapped in someone else’s story. When we arrived, his mansion rose in front of us like something out of a dream, too big, too perfect, too cold. The flowers lining the driveway mocked me with their brightness. This was my new home. And I already hated it. The butler opened the door. Alexander stepped in first, unbuttoning his jacket like he’d just closed a deal, not married his brother’s fiancée. I hovered at the doorway, drowning in the weight of my gown and the suffocating air of indifference.

"You traitor!" Marco grabbed one too. "This is all on you! You ruined everyone!" CRASH! The bottles shattered, and blood streamed down both their faces. They staggered, then collapsed in a heap on the floor. The two brothers lay in a pool of their own blood, unconscious. They had finally destroyed each other over the woman they had both lost.

Hello everyone! I am back with book 2 and to save you and myself some trouble I have decided to publish book 2 right here under book 1. At first, I wanted to call the second book "My Brother's Keeper" and I wanted to make it a separate book from this one but it's literally just a continuation of Not My Brother so I decided to just post the new chapters under this story. This way you guys don't have to go search for it and go through unnecessary trouble to find it.

The rain continued its steady rhythm outside, echoing the growing pulse of desire low in my body. This was merely the beginning. The first night in a place that already felt alive with secrets and temptation. I told myself firmly that I did not need any man, certainly not three enigmatic brothers who moved with such primal grace. But as they surrounded me with quiet protectiveness, I wondered how long my resolve would hold against the storm brewing within these walls.

The werewolf’s breath against her neck was taxing. She could feel her strength leaving her body as the brothers surrounded her with their toppling physiques. The more she tried to resist, the more they held her against her will. Their almond-shaped eyes narrowly pierced through her. Her breath slowly dissipated in the cold midnight breeze. The moon rose above them brightly— the only source of light. “Ajax.” the brothers’ father said. “Give the girl some space.”

I spat in the dirt near his foot. “You broke me years ago.” He looked surprised maybe for the first time. He crossed the space in two strides. “Then break me all the way.” The world narrowed to us. Two brothers. Two empires. One flame she holds between them. I stepped forward, but he grasped my wrist: “Enough.” We parted, enemies breathing the same air. He spoke again, quiet, dangerous: “Soon.” I returned alone. No dead bodies. No triumphant cheers. Just empty corridors and the echo of my pulse.

The timber of male voices floats through the door, three of them. I had totally forgotten about my brothers. I was so carried away by how smooth and good the evening was that I forgot that I have three brothers who relish the art of being menaces, and a cousin who's as terrible as them. Charles looks at me with calm curiosity. "You're expecting company?" he asks.

I loved my brothers but they were unaware of the stress they occasionally put me under. I tucked my fists into the pockets of my jeans and clenched them until pain shot up my arms from my nails digging into my palms, "I'm not sure if it's useful but I did find something in the book." Ace glanced over his shoulder from where he stood at the window—the view over the city from my brother's office was aesthetically pleasing but I doubted he ever had the time to properly appreciate it, "Care to share, cub? If you've forgotten, I'm meant to be somewhere."

“They’re indifferent to everything around them, emotionally distant, and often have no memory of past events.” The man who came to see me—a man I later came to know as my brother—pulled the corners of his lips into a small, tired smile and sighed. “What a pity. Autistic yet blessed with such beauty. Still, I won’t give up on her.” At the time, I didn’t understand the complexity of his expression. Later, when I grew older, I realized that it was a mix of fondness and twisted pleasure. My brother was wealthy, and he upgraded my hospital room without hesitation.