The Brother From Big Hero 6 Mga Nobela at Kwento

"I was a blind, arrogant fool who thought he knew everything about strength. I spent weeks trying to break you, trying to make you quit, and you just kept getting back up. You did things in that forest that half the guys in my dorm couldn't dream of." He looked back at me, his hand coming up to cup my cheek. His thumb brushed away a tear, his touch so light it made my skin tingle. "You’re not a failure," he whispered. "You’re the bravest person I’ve ever met. You took on an entire Academy, a Council of Alphas, and a nest of rogues just to protect your brother. That’s more Alpha than anything I’ve ever done." I stared at him, my heart doing a strange, fluttering dance. "You mean that?"

he said, the corners of his mouth twitching. Big brother? Wait, he can’t be? “I’m Xavier, Christopher’s younger brother.” Oh shit.

Eighteen years ago….. Kaleb Luthor hurried on. He was on an errand for his father, walking down the gravel path that cut from his house when his eyes caught something. He stopped and stared for a moment. It was his sister's friend, Sasha. Sasha Sullivan. She was hanging upside down from an old tree, her skinned knees hooked over a low thick branch. She was swinging back and forth, so her long braids dangled like ropes. The whole time she hummed while she blew the biggest pink bubble he had ever seen. He didn't know you could hum and blow bubble gum at the same time. As he walked past her, there was a loud pop.

He played nice opening the car door for me to enter before turning around to enter through the other side. He stretched his hand to the backseat and landed a huge sum of money on my laps. I beamed with surprise. “What for?” I raised my brows on a high level. “This is a compensation for the email you sent to me,” he snarled . “ You’re paying me for sabotaging your brother. He’s your brother for Christ sake,” I snapped furiously. “ Half-brother. Besides, I don’t care,” he hissed, “the only thing important to me is that I’m the rightful owner of the inheritance . Period.”

Adrian's hand finds my elbow, steadying me. "What are you so afraid of?" Your best friend's name… his face, his reaction and the conversation I've been dreading for seven years. I look at Marcus, my brother, my blood, the person who knew me before anyone else, and I see the hurt in his eyes. The confusion. The desperate need for answers I'm not ready to give. "I'm sorry." It's all I can manage. "I'm so sorry, Marcus. But you have to go. You have to go now."

"I'm sure you would have already figured it out but we aren't brothers." He didn't say anything more and simply got up- back to me. "From now on, you'll do as I say without any further questions." It was none of my business whether they hated each other but there was something I didn't understand. "If you wanted him dead, why didn't you hire an assassin." He glanced over his shoulder, a sinister smile curving across his face as he ran his tongue against his teeth. "It would take more than an assassin or knives to kill a beast like my brother."

Right in front of me stood the man from the night, the one who took his time to ruin me in and out even if I could barely recall his name. I thought my heart had already gone through its strain this week, but nothing could have prepared me for what I heard next. “Please meet Ezekiel– my brother,”

Those unmistakable hazel green eyes piercing at me with dead pan expression. Those unmistakable hazel green eyes of… The man from the pool. “Yo.. You?” I stammer. “You?” the man grunts. “Wait, you two know each other?” Jason ask, frowning deeply. “Yes,” I snap, “What’s it to you?” His expression darkens, “That’s my brother.” “Y… Yo.. Your brother?” My world tilts, my heart skips multiple beats and I stagger back, almost collapsing to the floor.

After my sister-in-law Lydia had my brother Caleb's kidney removed and spent three years draining his blood, he escaped back to our hometown barely alive. He lay on a bed at the clinic, holding my hand tight as he said, "Noah, don't go after them. You can't afford to cross Lydia's family." Three days later, he died in my arms. I buried him on the hillside behind the town, under the old oak tree he had loved to climb as a child. On the seventh day after I buried him, a black Maybach stopped at the edge of town. Lydia got out with a frail man who looked like he could fall over at any time. She stood outside my house's door and looked at me. "Noah, where's your brother? Tell him to come o