Take My Brother Away Cast Novels & Stories

It was her brother, the infuriatingly handsome, rude brother and he had gotten more handsome, a fact that I could not ignore. Back then, he had been utterly intimidating. I was always scared of him but there he was holding me as if he was going to tear my dress and split me open. “You…” he hesitated finally recognising me. He scrutinized me from head to toe. We stared at each other as he gradually released his grip on me. “Call security, call the police! This is the witch who deceived me and had my womb taken out!” Kate sprang from the bed, lunging toward me, but the brother stepped in front of her.

I told him trying to pull my hand away from his grip but he wouldn't lesve my wrist. “Stop trying to pull away, I'm not letting you go." He said softly, it made a shiver run down my back. “How did you get this?." He asked “It's nothing." I told him but he just stared at me. " It was Shawn's brother." I told him but he still stood there, he needed more answers. “It's enough, you can move away from my sister now " Casper said looking up from his phone. Robert turned to him with a glare.

This one has brown hair, deep, chocolate brown hair that glints the way his eyes do. “No, I’m the one who’s leaving. I’ll leave with you just don’t…don’t hurt anyone. Don’t hurt anyone please” My sister appears out of nowhere whisking away our aunt back to the crowd. I stand in a throng of people, my dignity in the mud, my tears making me look pathetic. “Walk to us”, the third brother commands. I swallow the lump of shame in my throat and walk towards my doom. Every step is humiliating, every intake of breath splits my heart into two.

It pulled me down into the deep, quiet water, away from the pain, away from the blood, and away from the man who was currently holding my life and my lie in his hands. The last thing I heard was nothing. Not even my brother's name that I had been using. But a sound that was just a broken, jagged gasp of air. Then, everything went black.

“You think I don’t know you are his mate? The truth is out already, and he concealed it from us for years. He really tried hard. I wish I had prevented him from coming back here.’ And the next word that came out of my mouth. “Where is he, Mother? If you don’t provide him right this minute, I’m going to go find him. He is my mate. You have no right to take him away from me. He is all I have, and how could you take him away? Where did he go?” She yelled in my face. “He is your brother…” I stepped and yelled back, took a vase and smashed it to the floor, injuring my hand.

“I'm not afraid of you, little brother, you'll have a good time in jail” “That's not how you say it, just as you can pull your strings, so can I, don't think you're going to get away with it”. “You're the one who should be clear about that, you're the one, I'll get away with it, goodbye”. The agents take Bruno away in front of Edward and Angie, who finally came out of her burrow because of the scandal. “But what was all this Edward? Why did they take Bruno away? What did you do to our brother? “

As Roxanne exchanged a meaningful glance with me, silently urging me to apologize to Burgess, I felt a surge of conflicting emotions. "Oprah, Burgess is your brother. No matter what, he's doing it for your good. Don't always try to provoke him. Apologize to your brother and be more respectful from now on," Roxanne said softly, her tone pleading. Feeling torn between defiance and familial duty, I turned away, intending to distance myself from the tense atmosphere. However, Burgess's firm grip on my arm halted my retreat. "Oprah, don't walk away," Burgess said firmly, his voice cutting through the air with authority.

"I know you have questions. But I'm not asking for your opinion. I'm telling you what's going to happen." "I'll explain everything later. All I need from you now is to come home with me and help me get Oscar out." "This is Jason. Our real brother. Come say hello to your fifth sister. Good boy." "Oscar, so you're her boyfriend? Oh, a sworn sister. I see." "I'm sorry to inform you that your sworn sister has been dismissed for assaulting another person..." "Someone jumped! There's someone on the ledge!" … The images dissolved into a wash of red.

The searing pain of the sun still burned deep in my consciousness. I opened my eyes. I was floating in the grand hall of the castle, right beside my three brothers. "Clara, how are you feeling?" Damien's gentle voice drifted over. I looked down, and my soul fractured. My cold, stoic eldest brother was gently helping Clara onto the sofa. Those eyes once held a tenderness saved only for me. Now, they were filled with anguish for another girl.

But after the way I died last time, beaten down by his own hands, I stopped caring. My brother who loved me was already gone. All I needed to remember was that Joe was only Felicity's brother now. I brushed Sarah's question off with a few vague answers. Another half hour passed. Ben still hadn't come back. Instead, the hospital room door was kicked open. The one who walked in was my father, William Castro. He frowned when he saw me lying in the bed, irritation written all over his face.