We're Like Brothers But Closer Novels & Stories

He could just live off Phoebe's protection for the rest of his life. Naturally, Alexandra had never intended to actually mock him. She kept a straight face and went on, "Of course, being able to argue like that actually shows how close they are. When siblings grow distant, they barely talk at all. Even blood relatives can end up like enemies. So, you and your brother still have a good relationship, Ms. Shaw." Brooke caught Phoebe's subtle glance and was now convinced that between the two women, she was the one calling the shots. And Alexandra's words were a classic backhanded compliment. Brooke felt that she had to find a way to smooth things over.

"My sister" "Your sister?", I frowned. "Now don't tell me you're not another long lost brother of them" "No", he chuckled. "God! Shabbir's sister means my sister, no? We always shared everything. Then why not sister?" "Seriously? Now you both will share a sister?", I pressed my lips to control the laugh. "What's wrong with that? This is called brotherhood between brothers from another mother. You girls won't understand. We can share everything in brotherhood"

That was the night they became my brothers in heart. It was from that moment on that the seven of us just clicked into place for me. That was a lifetime ago now and we'd come very far and had faced some serious shit together over the years that had only made us closer, stronger.

In the future, I aspire to become a renowned designer and not be a burden to you all. Hearing these heartfelt words, Liam's eyes welled up with tears. Initially, they had hoped Mia would rely on them, but her dedication and ambition caught them by surprise. It was deeply touching. How could Mia be so hardworking and endearing? As evening fell, Dominic, Nathan, and Connor returned home, and Mia personally prepared a celebratory meal for her brothers. Lifting her cup, Mia joyfully declared, "Today, I raise a toast to my brothers with a cup of tea instead of wine, wishing everyone a swift and prosperous journey to success. Cheers!"

They are indeed SIBLINGS but their love is not a FORBIDDEN LOVE. THE END. Hello everyone, thank you so much for reading this book. I hope you enjoyed it. I will like you to know that I have other stories here, I hope you can try them out to see if you love them. Thank you again :)

Because he knows this is the one thing we got right. We let her go. And maybe that's the most love we'll ever be capable of. Letting her have the life we can't give her. Even if it means slipping back into the shadows. Where we always belonged. King's voice cuts through the silence, low and steady. "Just know you'll always have a place with us, brother. You've earned it." I nod once. "Appreciate it, brother." More than they know. I clear my throat, forcing the lump down like it never existed.

Richard says, and Fred nods his head. “Yeah, you’re a fucking dinosaur,” he says and I can’t help but laugh as I watch my older brother trying to scold my younger brother. They are ridiculous when they start to pick on each other. But it’s times like these that make me realize I wouldn’t have it any other way. My brothers are the closest friends I have. Besides Benny and Parker, they are the people I know I can count on whenever.

Vaemond proclaimed, his voice filled with conviction and determination. “To brotherhood,” I echoed, my voice resonating with the same resolve. In that moment, as our hands clasped together, I felt a deep connection forming, a bond forged by our shared stories and the common thread of resilience that ran through our veins. We had become more than allies; we were brothers, united in our pursuit of justice and the dream of a world where every soul could find solace and purpose.

Same face, but a different personality. “And you?” I jerk my head toward the perfect actress who cosplayed as my admin. “What are you? Some henchwoman who does her bidding?” “Not a henchwoman!” Isabelle huffs. “A sister. We might not be related by blood, but our mission makes our bond stronger than anything else.” She says it like it’s the greatest thing to ever happen. I scoff. “Is this some cult or what? Do you all gather wearing hoods, reciting some stupid chant?”

My sister’s husband. “Ian?” His eyes widened in recognition. “Felicia? Wow. I didn’t even—damn, I’m so sorry. I didn’t see you there.” I bent to gather my things, flustered. “You practically attacked me.” He laughed under his breath and crouched beside me. “Yeah. Not my proudest moment. Let me help.” We both reached for the same jar of peanut butter, our fingers brushing. My heart thudded loudly in my chest as heat crept up my skin.