Touch My Brother And You Die Novels & Stories

“YOUR FATHER WANTED TO KILL MY BROTHER!” “YOUR BROTHER IS GETTING POSSESSED BY ZION OF COURSE HE SHOULD BE KILLED! TO END ZION AS WELL!”

I have the best brother in the world. End

"Poor Haha! Won't they die you'll be freed?" "It's... not... please, sir." Pain! Compared with the force of the second brother, the punches and kicks that hit him now seem to want to destroy everything. However, it still stupidly put its bare body on top of the older brother to protect it. Perhaps for it, death is liberation... this little protection is atonement, atonement for the troubles it causes. "Brother...sorry." "I'm not your brother..."

Ava said sarcastically while pointing at her eyes. Her retort only had Mason mouth slanting into a cheesy grin. Mason throws a hand on his chest and in a mocking tone said. "Ouch, moon, you hurt my feelings." Ava’s teeth slammed against each other as she grit them and sent the dagger Mason's way. "Okay you two, that's enough. It's getting tiring to hear you two bicker all the damn time. Mason , get out of my room, and Ava , stop plotting my brother's death - even though I'll help you with it.

Nyra stared at the screen blankly for a few seconds before raising an eyebrow, “Why am I looking at a picture of Professor Moore?” Elara turned her head sharply to her friend, tears pooling in her eyes, “That's my brother” Nyra inhaled loudly, the sound harsh in the quiet of the room, like she’d been punched in the chest. “What the fuck.”

Every eye in the clearing was on me now. I looked at Dane. “Open it?” “Your call. It’s yours.” I cracked the seal. One folded sheet inside. Handwriting rushed, shaky, like the person was writing fast or scared or both. I read it. And my hands started trembling. Freya and George... I don’t have long. They’re always watching. But you deserve the truth. Your brother is alive. I’m alive. We’re both still here. But we’re not safe. And you aren’t either.

'Why would you say that? 'I am beginning to find it difficult to call you my friend. I thought you got over your infatuation for him. Whose side are you on. His or mine?' I was shouting on top of my voice. 'You know I am on your side, always. I am not trying to take your brother's side. You both are siblings, you can't afford to be at logger heads.' 'He stopped being my brother the day he attempted to kill me.' 'He must have made a mistake. You need to...'

He just pulled out of the parking area and drove through the city. We eventually stopped at a quieter street and he cut the engine. A few people were walking and only one shop still had its lights on across the road. “Friday,” he said. “Yes,” I responded. He was quiet. “I’m not going to pretend it didn’t happen,” he said. I didn’t respond. “And I’m not going to behave as if it was a mistake,” he said. His words were quiet and measured. But his usual composure was missing underneath. “But I need you to know that I know what it means,” he said, finally looking at me. “Where we are. What this building is and what my brother and father are watching for.”

Fumbling with his phone, he scrolled for what felt like an eternity before finding my chat window at the very bottom. The last message was from me a month ago. "Brother, how is your eyes recovering?" He pounded on the screen as if that could release the fear building inside him. [Been playing dead for a month now? My patience has limits! Reply within three seconds!] [Don't think faking your death will work, I'll disown you if you push me!] [Answer me!] But brother, I'm really dead. My brother, however, thought I was provoking him.

Ederic had never experienced such profound sadness before; it felt like his entire world was crumbling. He stood before his mother's grave, releasing all his emotions, expressing how deeply he longed for her presence. He confessed the pain he was enduring due to the complex feelings he held for his own brother, the infatuation that seemed to be tearing him apart from the inside. "I feel like I'm losing everything, Mom," Ederic whispered to the wind, his voice laden with sorrow. Although Aaron had stopped teasing him, Ederic still grappled with a sense of loneliness and exclusion. Such feelings were natural to experience from time to time.