Winry Fma Brotherhood Novels & Stories

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.

“And you’re hurting his _father_.” I walked forward. Every step was _heavy_. Air like syrup. But I walked. “Lyra is _Six_. Nero is _Five_. You’re _One_.” I stopped 10 feet away. “That makes you his _brother_.” Project 1 flinched. “Brothers don’t hurt brothers,” I said. “And they don’t hurt _Dad_.” Rylan reached for Project 1. _Ama. Up_. Project 1 looked at Rylan.

All I feel is the pain. My brother is a twin lycan as well. His name is Jevon. He is your brother's Lycan. I didn't know lycans had brothers. Yes. Now try to not focus on the pain. This is your first shift. The pain is great, but it will pass.

“Anyways, the link enables you to speak to anyone within the pack without having to go a distance to meet them. Gratefully, when I become your Beta we will converse more often.” “There was a Beta, if I am not mistaken.” Flynn sighed. “Aye. My brother. Too bad he had to go on an impromptu mission― so was I told.” I recalled the blunt-looking Wolf, who walked alongside Flynn the day I bumped in on them. Though they did not have any facial similarities, still could they be brothers? “Your brother?” I asked anyway.

Lynda scolded. Nelvan was surprised, a brother? How could Lynda have a brother who seemed more mature than her? Slowly, Nelvan's grip on Allexin's shirt loosened, his emotional gaze softened into a look of surprise. "A brother? He's your brother?" Nelvan asked, not entirely believing. Allexin possessively wrapped his arm around Lynda's waist, "Yes, I'm her brother, that's why I got angry when you treated Lynda like that, who are you to make my Lynda cry?" Allexin said, holding back his emotions.

So I better start getting ready to get the upper hand in our beef. I flip past his profile, looking through the profiles of my brothers. I check for their names and it's still the same in this world. Aston, Axel, Flit, Gunnar, Ryan, Zane, Leo, Idris, and my illegitimate brother in the other world, Thor.

She wondered why she never told Tilly about the way she felt for her brother. It was weird, because she and Tilly told each other everything. They kept nothing from each other. Tilly parents had even invested in her food truck business when she started it to show their support, but she'd kept her crush on Kaleb a secret. Maybe she was just scared of the way Tilly would react. What if Tilly didn't like the idea of her dating her brother? Would it leave a mark on their relationship?

Two years of warring with Narth, one of the strongest lycan kingdoms to ever exist and still we could not be subdued, we had no fancy uniforms, no fancy armory, just pure power and the will to live. Most importantly, we had my older brother Rivan. He led the northern faction into the war fearlessly at nineteen, winning many battles and always bringing peonies and pennies back home for me until one day. I was waiting at the city gates for him as usual and when I saw some of the warriors I knew from the northern faction, I was happy, the moon goddess had heard my prayers and my brother was home safe. The warriors walked in, one after the other, each one looking more devastated than the last an

That day, Mom had ruffled my hair and asked, “Harry, which one do you want to choose as your brother?” The day before, I had begged her nonstop to give me a big brother. So, the next day, she took me to the orphanage to pick one. Later on, the boy under the tree became my brother. I gave him his name, just as carefully as I used to name my teddy bear and toy soldiers. When I tore up my homework, he rewrote it for me. After I broke the neighbor’s antique vase, the punishment landed on his palms instead of mine.

that was what I was busy thinking at that moment cause I felt like rewinding time back the moment I stepped into the school gates with a time machine so I could stay clear from the path Brenna stayed waiting for me. "Not my so called brother, he is my brother okay" I had to at least make that known before commencing with any other thing, " sure he is but he did look way more than a brother yesterday" Brenna just always had a way of provoking me to defence mode and in the process I would always end up spilling out all the private knowledge I kept at bay.