Touch My Brother And You Die Novels & Stories

“Shoot me before I shoot her.” Blade’s voice roared across the room. “Back off!” He raised his blade, fury radiating off him. “Stay out of it!” the brother barked. “This ends one way. One of us dies tonight.” “No,” I whispered. “No, there has to be another way—” “There isn’t!” the brother shouted, his eyes wild. “There’s only blood.” Cruz’s voice broke. “You’re my brother…” “Were,” he snapped.

I was pulled into a tight hug and I plastered a fake smile on my face. "Oh my gosh, Liv!" Paige screamed into my ears. "Paige," I said before looking at her. How did I get myself into this? "Your brother is so hot." She gushed. How many times do I have to hear people say that? As if I don't know that he's hot. "Not my brother," I said lazily before pouring myself a glass of vodka and Sprite. Paige started making her own drink while I leaned against the sink, watching everyone else dancing wildly to the music.

I sit down, watching as he makes himself comfortable on top of a conveyor belt, and takes out his cell phone. After several silent minutes, he glances up at me. "I’m calling your Dad. I'll ask for my money, and you'll confirm I have you with me, and if you try anything, I'll not only kill you, but I'll knock off that goofy brother of yours. He should be here, not you, but that's not how it happened." Speaking of brothers. I wanted to choke Adam. He caused all of this. Doing drugs? Going into debt? All because of a jealousy issue. What are we three-years-old?

And my brother was about to stab me in the back. Perfect. Absolutely perfect. I smiled. Not happiness. Madness. "If I die today I am taking you with me." I lunged. She blocked. And the world exploded into violence.

April listened as Iver whispered to her with wide eyes that Orion might be dead, like he just discovered a long-hidden secret. "You have lost it." April shook her head. "Think April. He might really be dead, we won't even know." Iver said seriously. "And who killed him? You?" April snapped. "Happy twenty second birthday brother, but you need to get out of my room," April said. April stood up and grabbed Iver by the arm. She dragged him out of her room and locked her door, walking back to her bed.

In the mysterious workings of fate, was there a hidden message? "Brother, you must not die..." A small hand held onto his fingertip. Kevin lowered his gaze, speaking in a somewhat melancholic tone, "In this world, you are my only family, so, brother, I don't want you to die." The small hand felt warm, different from the chilly temperature of his body, conveying a touch of warmth through his fingertips, reaching his heart. Yosef turned his gaze, reached out, and gently ruffled Kevin's soft hair.

When the sulfuric acid hit my face, I spent my last ounce of strength calling my brother, the Don. He dismissed it as just another one of my tantrums. "Grace, if you dare miss Betty's book launch tomorrow, I'll make you regret it." The moment the call was disconnected, the burning pain stole my last breath. You don't have to bother this time, my brother. I'll disappear for you. Forever. Death is not the end, at least not for me.

Jace, walking past on his way back from somewhere, his eyes taking in the scene, me soaked in coffee, Mina and Joy standing over me like victorious bullies, and the crowd of silent witnesses. “Brother,” I called out, my voice breaking. Surely now. Surely this was too far even for him. “Please—” He stopped and looked at me for one long moment. But when he spoke, his words crushed whatever fragile hope I’d been clinging to. “Deal with whatever you’ve done,” he said coldly, then turned and walked away.

I dug the hammer in deeper until I could see muscle hanging down the open wound, his screams only sweetening the deal. My brother stormed into the room, turning his gaze from the gory sight. He wasn't a stranger to death but his torturing methods involved a lot less blood, "Ace," he warned, "don't kill him." "What the fuck do you even need him for, brother?" I quizzed, prying the hammer out of Diego's shoulder — not without giving it a few turns to inflict the most amount of pain possible.

Third Person Point of View Gerald and Gary thought they'd misheard. Murder? Before they could react, Zachary punched them. "You monsters! I'll kill you today!" Fueled by rage, he slammed Gerald to the floor, raining blows with unrestrained fury. Gary rushed forward to intervene, but Zachary's kick sent him crashing into the corner. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. Eventually, the police stepped in and dragged Zachary away. Only then did the brothers exhale in relief.