روايات وقصص ضمن Touch My Brother And You Die

Meanwhile, my dear brother was out bathing with his mistress! What a laughable family we were! What a pathetic man Castiel was! Even in her final moments, June believed Castiel would come back to save her. I suppressed my emotions and said calmly, “June mattered more to me than you ever could. The decent thing you can do is die and join her in her grave, Castiel.” Castiel angrily pounded on the warehouse door. “Eira! Is this how you treat your own brother?! “You ungrateful brat!” Castiel’s words grew harsher and harsher, and his voice became increasingly hoarse.

I gave him the half-eaten candy I had been nibbling on earlier. “I thought of buying some for Art. He’s always chewing on those lollipop sticks,” I said out of nowhere. I was worried he’d ruin his teeth if he kept doing that. “You're such a thoughtful sister. You care about your brother a lot,” Aron said. I gave a sheepish laugh and clarified that Art was my older brother. That kind of concern was normal. Aron said maybe Art used to smoke, and that could explain his habit. There was no need to worry too much.

With my toxin wherever I touch he will be infected immediately. He turned to me about to throw the matchet at me but his arm held up and he dropped to his knees. I could see some fluid coming out of his mouth then he dropped dead. The flying of the bullet made me move my position. They came from everywhere and I could see my brothers charging towards them including Scott. I felt fangs on my back and I used my elbow to hit the person's nose. “You just killed my brother.” He said. “And you are going to join him.” I smirked at him.

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.

“You were never worth it." My brother pulls the trigger.

I ask them. "die.." Matei says, followed by Elissa and Zoey who mutter,"Live", then Evie yells, "Die' followed up with another "live" from Chester, and another two "dies' from Cole and Jamie, after some of us are surprised at this, Jamie mumbles, "I couldn't live without my brother" and I laugh, "Well then don't" I reply to him and shoot him in the chest. Similar to where I killed Marcus

“Then be rest assured that your brother is dead.” **********

No, he is lying. “Not funny Nic. Where is Britany?” Mom whimpers and I look at her and she shakes her head at me. Nothing is registering. This is got to be some sick joke. “SHE IS DEAD. She is dead.” I feel my knees go from underneath me as I crash to the floor. Clutching my stomach as I’m consumed by grief as I sob with my hand over my mouth. I look up at him through the tears when I push myself up to stand, but I stagger again only for Calista to catch me. I don’t take my eyes off my brother as I move out of Calista’s hold and move in front of my brother.

Couldn’t think. I turned back to my brother. His lips moved faintly, and I dropped to my knees beside him, placing a hand on his cheek. His skin was cold. Too cold. I leaned in closer. "Cel... don’t," he croaked. His voice was broken glass scraping down my spine. "Don’t you dare give in." Tears pricked my eyes. "You’re dying. He’ll kill you." He tried to shake his head. "Then let him. Don’t let him win. Not like this."

"When Mom and Dad died, you were the one who held everything together. You were only 19. Other young ladies your age were off at university, dating, and living their lives. "But you were already working in a factory. I've never forgotten all the money you lent me over the years. It's not that I didn't want to pay you back. I just wanted to give you even more." At that point, Oliver's voice cracked. "30% of the company is the best I can give you right now. Take it. Once the quarterly dividends start coming in, you and Emma won't have to struggle anymore." My eyes stung, and I almost cried. This was my little brother. The boy I basically raised. How could he ever hurt me?