You're My Brother But Your Eyes Are Cold Novels & Stories

His dark hair was streaked with white and his stare was as cold as ice, as if he were gazing upon a bitter enemy. “It’s been so long since you came home and you’re making trouble the minute you step into the house. Has your sickness rotted your brain? He’s your brother, are you trying to murder him?”

" Jeremy's eyes blurted out as he spoke, his breathing became louder than ever. With the rope tied around my wrist, I looked up at him, more blood oozing out of my mouth non stop. Immediately, I spat out blood and raised my gaze up at him, my eyes drugged deeply into his. "Yes, my brother will come for me, I am sure about this. '' I smirk watching his face.I know that I have ruined everything but that will never break our family bond, that will never quench the fire of love between siblings. This is something you can never experience or talk about, this is what they call pure Infinite love and I am sure about one thing, my brother won't give a shit neither will be think twice of slaying your

His eyes stayed on mine. “And I’ve always had yours, even after all this time, even after all this bullshit.” I felt the burn in my eyes, but I didn’t let the tears fall. My fingers dug into his arm, and I felt his heat and his pulse, felt the blood that was the same as my own. “You’re my brother—and I love you.”

“I will not tolerate just a friend. Brother, I can tolerate, but a friend, no!” “Fine, he is my brother.” “The hell he is,” he snapped, his eyes still a bright blue light. “What now, you want to burn my soul too?” she asked stubbornly, unfazed by his obvious anger. Hearing her words, Edward finally calmed down, his eyes returning to the icy blue color. “Of course not,” he said, grumpily.

His midnight dark hair could not go unnoticed not to mention those dark stormy eyes that I find myself lost deep in. I'm starting to acknowledge the fact that the Almighty was partial when creating humans. “Yuck, stop ogling my brother,“ the blonde said from beside me as he made a gagging noise before gliding towards his brother. Wait a minute! Brothers? As in, these three ghosts are brothers? “Yes, we are. Got any problem with that?" Stormy Eyes asked. Oh, come on. I didn't just say that out loud. "You did Just like you're doing right now," Stormy Eyes said again.

But my Edward now, in his eyes filled with only hatred, is entirely devoid of me. When my mother is not here, my brother also takes off his mask of friendliness; he looks at me with cold eyes. "Tell me, what step are you and him on?" I was startled by his question, then awkwardly said. "I don't understand what you're talking about...." My brother smiled faintly, his eyes sharp as knives. "Vincent, him, and you. Don't think you can fool me; tell the truth." I trembled like a child who made a mistake, then got caught in a battle with no way to escape.

My entire body stiffened as he forced my face upward slowly. His fingers were large against my skin. Warm. Dangerously steady. For a long moment, he simply stared at me silently. Studying me. My heartbeat became uneven beneath that gaze. Then finally….A cold smirk appeared on his lips. “So,” he murmured deeply, “you’re the little princess who decided to leave my stupid brat brother behind.” My breath caught instantly. What? My eyes widened as panic flooded through me. Brother? No… No. That couldn’t—

But somehow his coldness overshadowed even his height. As he slowly approached me, the sweater only reminded me how cold the morning truly was. His bright blue eyes settled on me calmly. Eyes I never inherited. Mine were green like Father’s. But according to old stories, our late mother possessed brilliant blue eyes. Perhaps Lucien inherited them from her. “Good morning, brother,” I greeted. Lucien reached for a glass of water before responding. “Don’t call me that.” His voice remained deep, smooth, and emotionless. I never understood why he hated hearing the word brother. It always angered me because it felt like he constantly rejected my existence altogether. As if he truly believed he had

Her eyes, when they met mine, held no warmth, only a cold, distant acknowledgment. Zane watched from the periphery, his face a mask of thinly veiled resentment. He barely hid his hate for me. Zye, bless her innocent heart, was excited. She danced around me, tugging at my suit jacket. "Now you’re officially my brother, Cole! We can play all the time now, can’t we?" Her optimism was a painful contrast to the darkness that clouded my world. I could only offer her a weak smile, knowing the truth of her father's rules.

My smile dropped when I noticed the never-fading coldness in his eyes. The words I wanted to say to him evaporated as I stood rooted at the spot, staring into his cold eyes. “Arlene!” A gasp escaped my lips, and my head snapped to the side to face Lucas, Miles's elder brother. His eyes, full of lust, narrowed over my body, and his lips tilted. "You look beautiful as always,” he commented.