Take My Brother Away Cast Novels & Stories

Armand's cold ice-blue eyes are the last things my brother and I saw before we were dragged away and brought back to a home that would kick us out a week later. Keith pulls me back into his arms, and I drop my face against his chest, sobbing uncontrollably. I can feel my brother struggling to keep his feelings locked in. His chest heaves against me, struggling to hide his feelings, but a few tears slip free when he squeezes his eyes closed, trying to force the image of our father's last moments away. ~§~ Tristan's POV

"Stop it, Maura." "Accept it or not he just took advantage of you, Camille Davidson. Scott will never ever love you. He got what he always wanted, wrapping you around his finger. He fucked up your life, now he fucked up your mind, soul, and body." "Shut up!" I growled, clenching my hands into fists. Angry tears gathered in my eyes. "Well, I called you here to inform you that your brother died yesterday and his body will be kept in the hospital until you arrange for his funeral…"

I've been granted early release from prison for good behavior. My three brothers come to pick me up, and they bring a dog chain with them. Ashton Scott, my eldest brother, hands it over and says coolly, "Put it on. You're not allowed to take it off until we reach the house. This is the final test. Once you pass, you'll officially be a daughter of the Scott family." Dalton Scott, my second brother, pats me on the shoulder and sighs. "You must've had a rough seven years. But that smell coming off you… You'd better shower three times before you join us at the dining table later." Preston Scott looks me up and down, his brows furrowed. "Why have you lost so much weight? But I guess it works o

My younger brother Edith, who was the culprit behind this escape plan, spoke proudly. “My nephew and niece woke up sharply when you left. They felt your absence and got worried, I heard their panicked murmurs from my room. Ashton and Scarlett were about to cry when I met them.” Ashton grabbed my hand with his cute one and batted his eyelashes exquisitely. “Only Scarlett was crying, mommy. You know I’m your brave son.” This baseless accusation offended my little princess, she cried out. “Mommy, brother said that you’ve left us alone again.

But her younger brother was still missing, so she could not be arrested like this! No, she could not! Tammy clenched her teeth and stated word by word, “I didn’t kill anyone! It was Kevin and his brother who came to me that day. They were laughing playfully when they said that they helped me to solve my burden which was my younger brother. I asked him where my younger brother was, and he said that he had already sent him away to be sold…

Eleanor had never seen him so angry. "We were having a nice conversation, thanks for ruining it. She's going with me tonight and there's absolutely nothing you can do about it. You can try. Brother." Brother? They were brothers? How? Why? When? How was that possible? "I called you, I warned you. I told you not to go anywhere near her and I told you she was mine. Mine and mine alone. You took her away from me thirteen years ago, I won't let you take her away from me now. You'll have to kill me first."

As much as I want to be there with Kylie, protecting her, I know that my place is here and I trust Chef, he'll keep our family safe and I pity anyone who stands in his way. “Ok then, let's go greet my brother.” I say to them and all three of us walk out of the house and we use our speed to get to where the blast originated from. My guards surround my brother, who just came here with about ten men. The guards clear a path for us and when he sees me he gets that psychotic smile of his.

Jack rushed to help him, and the kids crowded around us, their faces filled with panic, fearing that something very bad might happen to their older brother. "Guys, Ryan needs space to breathe," I said, hoping they'd move away a bit, but it was utterly futile. If it hadn't been for our mother, who called them to gather with her on the other side of the field, they wouldn't have moved away from us. Leaving Jack to do his work without interference, his lips had sealed completely, his eyes scanning Ryan's thigh, where he had to tear the pants a bit to examine the cut thoroughly. "Will Brother Ryan be okay?" asked Brooke, her eyes teary, on the verge of crying. She was the only one who stayed by

On his deathbed, he handed over the Maxwell Corporation and me, twelve years old at the time, into Leon’s care. Everyone said my brother was the perfect heir. However, I knew better. Behind that polite, gentlemanly mask was a ruthless lone wolf. I stood outside Leon’s study, my hand hovering over the door handle, hesitating to push it. Finally, I sucked in a breath and twisted the knob. The familiar scent of cedarwood hit me immediately. The air felt chill and restrained, just like him. “Huh? He’s not here?” Seriously? He told me to come back, and then he wasn’t even home.

I climbed the stairs slowly, every step felt heavier than the last and now I was halfway down the hallway when I heard her voice— soft at first but I wasn’t mistaking, she was crying. It wasn't the restrained quiet type if tears, but the heart breaking one. I stopped outside her door as my hand hovered uselessly in the air. This wasn't my place and it wasn't my room either— and a vast reminder, she was married to my brother. I told myself to walk away, but I couldn't. I knocked once. “Lauren,” I whispered quietly. “Go away,” she cried from inside, her voice was thick and cracked. “Please. Just—just leave me alone.”