What Is Brother Complex Novels & Stories

“Yes, of course I have. I’ve read every word a hundred times over, but that’s your version of reality, it’s not taking into account illness, or mental health problems, or how they are most likely a hell of a lot more impactful than you wanting to fuck your students. Alcoholism is a great thing to admit to, it really is. We always struggled to get you to see that, but in the other areas, the sexual deviances… you’re still under an illusion. You clearly don’t have the capacity for restraint, but we can help with that. Professionals can help with that.” My brother was trying to be kind. It was nice to see. His eyes were the same colour as mine and I could read his expressions like my own. He se

Even though he tried to hide his pain, I wasn't so dumb not to see it. "Am I really weak because of my disability? Will you stay away from me if he asks you to?" He further asked with desperation in his eyes, and my teeth found their way to my bottom lip. I didn't have an answer to that question, and as much as I loved him and wouldn't ever think of leaving him, I was scared of my brother. I was scared of losing my brother. We haven't been together for years, and aside from that, I was the only one he has left, and he was also the only one I have left, and this is so fucking complicated.

Although I already decided to move on, I can't help but feel bitter. ' Pathetic, aren't you?' I can hear someone inwardly mocking me. I must be the most pathetic being to ever exist. I force my mind off him, deciding that he isn't worth my tears. My brother has no title in the pack. Although he is of Beta blood and had a high chance of becoming the beta, he chose to follow our father's footsteps and took over the family company. He is the CEO of a multi-billionaire company.

I'd always wondered privately to myself if they'd actually planned me or had gotten me from a 'whoops' situation—that theory only solidified more as I grew up and was forced to become a breadwinner for the house while my brother conveniently sat on his ass demanding things like the prince he was. Strangely enough, since I'd moved out of that house and into my own space—whether that be the dorms or my townhouse—I'd come to feel sorry for my brother, in a way. He had no real life skills and was angry at whatever was in front of him. Never really delving deep into why he felt the way that he did. I guess that in the grand scheme of things, my parents forcing me to grow up so early on is what sa

So I left it there. I remembered the rule Anabel and I made seven years ago. The promise Anabel and I made years ago was during our final year in college. Anabel's older cousin who was living with them had started dating our third friend Rebecca. At first, it seemed fine. But when things went bad between them, it became messy. Really bad for both our friend group and Anabel’s family. Family dinners became uncomfortable and awkward. Anabel’s cousin drifted away slowly. He even moved out of Anabel’s house. Our friend group split because Rebecca stopped coming around. The cousin blamed Anabel for everything. Anabel's family took sides. It was just a disaster. Anabel still feels like she was the

“That we meant something!” He pinches the bridge of his nose, breathing like I was giving him a headache, “Stop making this harder than it is, Sara.” “Why?!” I yell between sobs, “why shouldn't I make this harder?!” “Because you're not enough!” He barks, something wicked flashing in his eyes. It softens. “Because you’re not enough,” he repeats, calm, “Mira has what I need. Power, resources , connections. With her by my side , father would see I am capable of leading the company. The Denvers backing guarantees I'll outrank my brother. It's that simple.”

It was only then, with him turned away, that I could see the tension radiating off him—like a coiled animal suppressing years of primal instincts that he barely had a grip on. “I had a brother once,” he said slowly, the words like stones carefully laid down on fragile ice. “Caleb.” That name, when spoken, was clipped with an accent I hadn’tcaught from him before. Something more raw. More real than what Lachlan typically allowed to bleed into his polished demeanor. The name hung in the air like the last wisp of smoke from a gunshot—dangerous, unsettling, and final. My breath caught in my throat. Brother? He had never mentioned this, never once in all the research I had done, had ever mentione

"Well, Happy seventeenth Apple. And it is not your day that has been ruined. My brother made me come down here to bring you to him and be the first person to wish you. I had a hot breakfast date and now I have to come and look at that ugly mug of yours. "You are the ugly one. And why has your brother sent for me? Doesn't he have any more rogues to kill?" "Hey! Don't jinx it!" In the last six months, his brother seemed to have contracted some kind of disease or insanity. He had been going around tracking rogue wolves who attacked other wolves and humans and killing the said wolves. It was almost as if his brother had a personal vendetta against them. Thankfully, news of his brother's impendin

And everything about her was amusing me inside and out. *This woman is my mate! I could feel it... the mate bond... it is too strong, I know it was not a mistake, it's her. My brother's girlfriend is my mate? Is that even possible? She is not even a she-wolf, I could scent no wolf blood in her, she was just an ordinary woman, a human!* I thought.

She nodded and began filling Elfreda in with all the secret information regarding her second brother. "Brother Chester had been suffering from the 'Magic Backfired' ever since he was born. Besides my parents, King Brother Oswin and Alessa, no one knew about this. After all, it is a disgrace to a royal family if this is to leak out. You know that King Brother inherits both my parents' powers, don't you? He is half a fighter and half a healer. As for me, I only take after my mother's power, making me a healer. This is why my body will get exhausted quickly if I use magic that involves fighting or attacking. I'll be fine, though, if I use healing magic. But for Brother Chester, he doesn't take