Young Brother Novels & Stories

What the fuck happened to him? Behind him stand some burly men in black suits with stern expressions, surely Bryan Tatum’s bodyguards. They appear rather frustrated, likely having struggled to prevent Caden from barging in—but he managed it anyway. That’s just how much of a pain in the ass he is. As Bryan’s eyes scrutinize Caden, he inquires, “Him?” “Yup. He’s the bully stepbrother I mentioned.” Bryan rises from his seat, extending his hand in a mature handshake. “Hey, man.”

He whined like a five-year-old, he was thirteen years old, and he was devastated at the news that his X-men boxers have gone missing. Not that his sister is now living in another territory and that he was ringing to tell me he was missing me. "Yeah, love and miss you too Maxwell." I replied, before pushing my phone back into my pocket and looking toward Bryan, who looked down at me with a frown. "That was my younger brother," I confirmed not that he had asked. He smirked, "I know, I wouldn't let you speak to another male like that if they weren't family." I smirked back, wanting to see how far I could tease him.

I start to eat, because I am starving. “So, about this younger sibling,” Finley changes the subject completely. “Can you two start on that? Anderson and Carter love to pick on me as the ‘youngest’ so I want to not be that anymore. I promise not one will ever pick on my baby brother. I will protect him with my life.” Juliet- I want his pup. I burst out laughing. “My next shot is supposed to be next week,” I look at Finch with raised eyebrows. “That is my cue as big brother to say,

There is a saying that says, if you can not with the enemy join them and on second thought, I have never been disobedient, I have always known to obey the laws so reluctantly accept. Something did not fit something I needed and exclaim. —Where my little Yin is. Yin is the name of my younger brother who is only eight years old, he is my accomplice and my best company, with him we invented all the mischief and for having against my father is in a few words the little successor of all mischief, he is my little angel. My mother as she stared at me said. —He's at the house finishing his homework.

I’ve been wanting to throw a can of food at my younger brother all day while he’s fooling around with his girlfriend. What a nuisance! I’m the eldest. He’s the youngest—but he’s the one who found his mate first. Life really is unfair because he’s only 18 and he has already found someone special. My brother is always so lucky, while I’m 23 and still haven’t found the man who’s meant for me—my soulmate. I don’t even know what I did wrong to not deserve one. I try to be nice. I don’t hurt anyone unless they try to harm me first.

“Look brother! He is angry at me without even knowing that I was just trying to help both of you guys!” “Don’t be a baby, Dos. You made me hit on a girl overnight and think it is still funny to protest against Dad in this kind of situation.” My big brother calmly spoke. “But I was just making an easy solution for the three of us! You are about to turn thirty years old yet I still don’t have a nephew. A niece will also do but unfortunately you do not want to date. Are you even a man?” I criticized Diez before taking a deep breath.

My brother, Graham Hart, was the villainous second male lead in a romance novel. After the female lead, Celeste Rodgers, faked her death, he spent every day thinking of ways to die for her. But before he could follow through, he got a call from my kindergarten teacher, Carly Rocha. "Are you Mila Hart's brother? Please come to the school. She keeps climbing into the aquarium and pretending to be a goldfish. She says she learned it from you. What exactly is going on?" After that, Graham didn't dare try to kill himself anymore. He had to set a good example for me. Then one day, years later, the school called him in because I had been caught dating a boy with bleached hair. As it turned o

The boy's older brother immediately ran towards us. "Kaloy, what are you doing, you kid?! Are you going to kill yourself!?" he snapped at his brother. The Older brother is stupid, I think the brother is only 3yrs old and I will tell you. I was surprised when he appeared. "YOU!?" we're still together. He is the one who does not have a gentle body. Tsk. My foot hurt so I folded. Tsk. Why now!? "Ouch. tsk!" I bit my lip a lot. I tried to stand up. I'm holding Yoko now.

“Where have you been all night, Alessia?” Marco stepped out from the hallway that connected to the kitchen. My second oldest brother, twenty-nine years old, quiet and aggressive as always. He stood there in a dark blue shirt and pants, arms crossed, eyes sharp even in the dim morning light. He had always been the observant one. The brother who noticed when things were off.

Her voice grew closer, footsteps approached as I zipped my bag shut, ready to leave. The door swung open, and there they were—Aaron just standing there and Rhoda behind him, looking exasperated. Their gazes flicked to my packed bag, Rhoda’s eyes turned glassy as she took a step forward. “Jo...” she whispered, her voice breaking. I looked at her, ignoring Aaron completely. “Just so you know,” I said calmly, “your brother is an asshole. And yeah, I’ll text you my address in the morning.” I stepped forward, waiting for them to move out of my way.