Surrounded By My Brothers Novel Novels & Stories

Just wanted to be close enough that if something happened, it wouldn't take me twenty minutes to get there. Something ridiculous was happening in my chest. I pressed my palm flat against my sternum as if that would help. Another message popped in. I click on it open. I'm glad you're alright. Then another: For what it's worth. The complication you're worried about. My brother is currently inside your best friend's family home working on something that was probably inevitable anyway. The borders between our worlds were already dissolving before either of us had anything to do with it. I read that twice.

If my brothers wanted blood, they would find mine steeped in steel. I mounted my horse in the early morning haze, the cold biting through the fabric of my gloves. Fayne rode beside me. Silent. Steady. A living promise that no matter what awaited, I wouldn’t face it alone. We arrived at the grove by midday. My heart leapt at the sight of them: Both of my brothers were waiting under the great moonstone tree. No warriors. No wolves at their backs. Just them. My first brother was taller than I remembered, his face leaner with loss. Elias looked the same—gentle-eyed, always watching the world like it might fall apart. And now, it had.

His question landed wrong, ignoring mine. I tightened my fingers around the glass. “What?” “My brother,” he said. “Is he… what you wanted?” I swallowed. “Yes, he's kind, lovely and softhearted.” He tilted his head, barely. “Really? If what you say is true then my brother has really changed a lot.” The space between us shrank. He stepped closer. I stayed frozen on the spot. “You think he saved you,” he murmured. “Pulled you out of whatever hole you were in.”

In the meantime, Benji dashes past, his arms burdened with vibrant fruit bowls, their bright hues contrasting beautifully against the bustling backdrop of the kitchen, alive with the clatter of utensils and the soft murmur of conversation. He leads me to a cozy corner of the room, where his brothers are occupying a sturdy wooden table. Each of them scrutinizes me with a combination of curiosity and mischief before Benji pulls me to sit beside him. The warmth of his presence is both comforting and overwhelming in the cold stares of the men he gets to call his brothers.

I reached out, gripped her chin, and smiled until my eyes curved. “I want all of them buried with my brother.” “No. I won’t allow it.” I kicked Vivian away. She clutched her chest and collapsed to the floor. Sitting on the bed, I looked down at her. “What the hell are you to give me orders?” “Throw her out.” I brought my brother home. There were scars all over his wrists. Every time he saw me, he was always smiling. But behind my back, he had suffered so much. I held his cold hand and pressed it against my face.

After we got home Jackson came to our room and asked me to have a chat with him and his brother Finn. Mates. They were my mates. Both of them. Brothers. But my mates. How did that even make any sense? I don’t know what to do now, I’m laying in bed worried about having to choose and break one of these men. But not only breaking one of them but breaking their bonds as brothers! How was I supposed to do something like that? I couldn’t believe that a few weeks ago I was alone just worrying about keeping myself safe and now I had to worry about who to give my heart and soul to. It seemed surreal, I never pictured myself in a problem like this, I was great at running and hiding but I knew I couldn

I spent the whole weekend in New York drinking alone. I was surprised, depressed and lost, after knowing Fai and Damian are brothers. I feel like there's no way to turn back and start from the beginning again. All my plans fell apart. I can say Damian is a good man and I am sure he won’t go back to me when he knows I am with his brother, Fai. Now, I don’t know what I should do? End my game with Fai and pursue Damian or continue the plan since I need more information about Damian, Anna and others.

And yet she couldn’t stop. The resemblance unsettled her more than she wanted to admit. His face, his hands, the way he stood, the ease of him. It made no sense, just like the way her body reacted every time he was near her. The quiet flutter low in her stomach. The way her heart seemed to skip, her thoughts tangling into something unfocused and unfamiliar. She had never felt that way around her brother. Of course she hadn’t. So maybe that was it! Maybe her mind was confusing familiarity with attraction, mistaking something safe for something else entirely. Maybe it was because they looked so alike that her brain didn’t know where to place him, didn’t know which box he belonged in.

he says without turning around. How generous. The door opens. Then he steps out, shutting it with a soft click. I stand there long after he’s gone. My legs finally give out, and I sink onto the edge of the bed, clutching the fabric tighter around myself like it can stitch me back together. Used. That’s the word that rings in my head. Used... and left to clean up the wreckage alone. Just like his brother did.

None giving up. When my brother saw that we were almost matched in strength. He signalled for his guards to step in. ‘they surrounded me quickly forming a circle around my brother and I. they were too many to take down alone. “Come on, little bro. show us what you have got.” He said voice full of mockery and amusement.