Tsukishima Brother Novels & Stories

he gave Ricardo a handshake. His Mother led me to the dining room and gestured for me to sit on the chair next to the one Ricardo sat on. His grandmother was now sitting too and I was between both Ricardo and her. “Welcome” it was a calm voice this time. I looked to the direction it came from and saw a young man with dark blonde curly hair. “This is my brother Luca. Luca, this is Odessa” He looked awfully familiar, but I couldn't remember where I'd seen him before.

I said softly, playing with my food. He barely glanced up. “It was expected. Luca’s proposal has a lot of potential.” Luca. Even his name on Damien’s lips stirred something I didn’t want to feel. It tasted of betrayal and shame all at once. I wonder what happened between the both of them. Damien was focused on cutting into his salmon when I asked, “Why didn’t you ever tell me you have a younger brother?” His hand paused mid-cut for a second. Then he resumed slicing his food, slowly. “Because it isn’t relevant.”

"Truce, for now." A truce with my brother's conniving, manipulative bitch of a wife. What could go wrong?

Xu Mingchen pinched his precious sister's shoulder with an apologetic smile, but he had already scolded them dozens of times in his heart! "You still have the nerve to talk about Sixth Brother. If it weren't for Sixth Brother, I would have been beaten to death by Big Brother!" "Okay! Alice is not angry anymore. Fourth Brother will take you to your favorite Japanese cuisine later, okay?" He wanted to get rid of her with a meal of Japanese cuisine. Her fourth brother really regarded her as a child. Seeing that she didn't speak, Xu Mingchen suddenly remembered the two forces that had been looking for her before. Each group was not simple. He couldn't help frowning and said, "Alice, you've been

"Thank you, Brucer." Brucer has light yellow hair, big round eyes that often sparkle blue light, smooth white skin, wet red lips, and an intelligent high forehead. I like Brucer sunny smile, and sometimes I wish I could make this smile forever impossible to turn off. "Misa, my brother will be back tomorrow. And I will tell him about wanting to marry you then."

Or was it long ago? Who knows. "What's delicious? I often get poisoned when I eat Mizuki's cooking." Yamada said. He didn't accept it because Kenkyo said that his sister's cooking was delicious. Mizuki was very angry with Yamada's chatter from earlier, she stuffed her brother's mouth with three dimsum at once. "Watch your mouth, Yamada! I can do more cruel things than this!" Mizuki threatened her brother. Yamada glared as he continued to chew on the dimsum that his older sister stuffed him with. Yes, if you throw it away, right, dear, Yamada thought.

But who would have thought the person who gave me that drink was a man who cared about me. "Eh, miss. If you disgust me, I can accompany you here until your friend returns. Just think of it as an apology for my first brother. Sorry, I'm a little stubborn. Anyway, my name is Kazexian. He is the first brother's name is Kim, this is his second brother's name is Kanzuka, this is his third brother's name is Kazame. I am the last brother, Kazexian. What is your name?" said Kazexian introducing himself.

“I'm seven. My brother told me about you, and he was right when he said that you're pretty.” “Aw. You look a lot like your brother except cuter.” “Do you have to roast me like that in front of him?” Takumi asked. “Yeah, because you didn't tell me that you had such a cute little brother. Toshi, do you get along with your brother?” She asked. “Yeah, he likes playing with me whenever he's home. We have a lot of fun together.” “That's good. If he's ever mean to you, tell me and I'll beat him up, ok?” He nodded. “You’re such a cinnamon roll.”

Nitta let out a short, humorless laugh. "I never actually planned on making a move on you, you know," he admitted, tilting his head. "I was just being an asshole. Trying to get under Ryuu’s skin. I knew he was home that day. It was stupid. And, well… our family's completely fucked up." My expression darkened, my mind struggling to process everything at once. Nitta Morunaga—the youngest of the brothers—was a Carbone by blood. My half-brother. But that part didn’t matter as much as the man who tied us together.

“Pinky swear?” I laughed. “Seriously?” “It’s official. Can’t break a pinky swear.” “You’re silly.” “I’m your brother. It’s my job.” I hooked my pinky with his. “Okay. Pinky swear. We protect each other.” “Always.” We sat there as the pack woke up around us. Warriors came to train. People went to breakfast. Life went on. But everything was different now. I had a brother. A twin who understood me like nobody else could.