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

Her eyes landed on mine. "Are you tired or what?" "I'm tired." I complained and she blinked. "Why didn't you say anything? These stairs are very murderous. My legs sometimes feel like they are about to be dislodged from my body. Its a lot. Sometimes, I feel like dying but I know that it's impossible, right?" "Yeah, right..." "Why are you so cold? Don't tell me it's because of my brother." "I wouldn't blame the Alpha for my misfortune, sir." I protested.

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.

He stepped closer to me, his face morphed into a look that looked like he wanted me to run or something. “Leo, leo,” I said in a sing song manner, my lips curved into a smile that looked nowhere near real. “You didn’t possibly expect someone without eyesight to cheat on you.” I stood up at that, looking straight into his eyes as I said the next few words. “Or rather, let me rephrase that…” I trailed off and the tension in the room rose even more. “You don’t expect someone — your mate— who you took away her corneas and gave them to your girlfriend who’s her sister…” I stopped talking to take a better look at his awestruck face.