Wrong Brother, True Heart Novels & Stories

Their mockery would not deter me from proving my worth, for I knew deep within my heart that I was more than the sum of their judgments. In a luxurious wing of the mansion, Ethan, the younger son of the household, found himself drawn to the commotion that had unfolded in Alex's room. Curiosity piqued, he pushed open the door and entered, finding his brother deep in thought, his expression a mix of frustration and intrigue. Upon hearing Ethan's arrival, Alex looked up, his eyes reflecting a glimmer of mischief. "Ah, Ethan, you've arrived at the perfect time," he greeted, a sly smile playing on his lips. "You won't believe what just happened."

What his brother was thinking when he decided to give it to him? "Bro! I want a happy song. Something like I'm singing for someone I love. That song is not my style! It's too deep, it hurts my heart. I feel like I was being dumped by my girlfriend when I haven't experience having a girlfriend! Give me justice, bro"

This is my brother. "Pretty damn good then," he grins back over at me. "Now the part of me that is her brother is going to tell you this once, and that's it. You treat her like Stephen did, you break her heart, you make her cry? I'll break your face. You'll be wearing a lot more than the bruise you're sporting today. I don't even care how pretty that face is." He holds his hand out for a shake. I return the gesture. "You have my word. I'm not going to screw up something I've wanted my whole damn life."

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.

Peering at him as if searching his face for what happened. "I... I don't know what to do anymore Quinn" he buried his face in his arms sobbing softly "I feel like I'm dying slowly" he sobbed became loudly. Quinn patted his arm in comfort and she allowed him to let it all out "she's still sacred of me. I can't believe my actions had done much more horrible damage than I thought. I ruined her life Quinn. She'll never accept me as her brother"

“I can see that. You’re lucky to have each other.” “Do you have a brother or sister?” she asked. “Yes. A younger brother.” “Is he your best friend like Ethan is mine?” Her question caught me off guard. My brother Adrian and I had never been best friends. Competition, resentment—that was our bond. “We’re... different,” I said. She accepted that, but Ethan kept watching me closely. “You look familiar,” he said. “Have we met before?” My pulse quickened. “I don’t think so. Maybe I just have one of those faces.”

He wasn’t going to be the poisonous sick coward his brother had been. Because at the root of it all, despite the family being mean-spirited, despite Mindy’s mental illness, despite the secrets and the lies told all around, everything boiled down to one truth. His brother was a horrible human being for all the shit he had done and the people who were suffering now because of his cruelty were the two girls Royal loved more than life itself. It was up to Royal to make amends and he was going to do it. Come hell or highwater.

"You know that's impossible. Besides, Deborah is pregnant. You can't leave either." But that's my brother! Walter was a little annoyed. "When I was a child, I knew I had a younger brother. It was not my mother's, but the son of my father and his mistress. I hated him and even wished he would die so that his mother could feel what it was like to lose a son. But when I knew he was used by his mother to trick my father, I don't know why, but from then on, I felt that he was my brother! He has referred to me as his older brother for so many years, and it made me angry and annoyed. So why isn't he my younger brother all of a sudden? Why isn't he a member of the Song family? I'd rather if he did s

"And you can't choose whom I choose to love just because you're my brother." Vincent sucked in a huge breath. "I've been betrayed before, Morty! Do you know how hard that broke me? And for what reason? Because I was too good! Too good, Morty! There's no such thing as love-especially not from a fûck-ass guy like Klaus!" If there had been a wall beside him, Vincent would have punched it. "He's your best friend!" Morticia shouted. "That's the point! He was my best friend. My fucking brother, the one I trusted. He crossed the line. You both did!"

"Rose? She's so dumb it's almost cute. She still thinks the man holding her every night is me." What? My breath hitched. I peeked through the crack in the door. "But you and Marco don't sound the same..." another man asked, confused. "I just make up some excuse, and she buys it. Said I was drunk, or had a cold, whatever. Hahaha." Another sharp laugh. I saw his face through the crack—a face identical to the man I loved. But the expression on it was cruel and cold, something I'd never seen before. Marco. Dante’s twin brother.