Bash Brothers From Mighty Ducks Novels & Stories

Bastards. He stepped into the hallway silently, like a shadow peeling off the wall. The moment one of the thugs turned, it was too late. A flash of silver, a stun baton to the neck. A roundhouse kick to the second thug’s temple, he dropped like a sack of rocks. The third reached into his coat, fumbling for a switchblade. Duke flicked his wrist, sent a pen-sized dart straight into the man’s neck. The thug’s eyes rolled back. All three were down in less than twelve seconds. Not even a sound escaped the hallway.

“They’re just the lowest Omegas from some other pack. I wouldn’t let them lick my shoes on the street—so why are they in my house? Why is she my mom, and she my sister? My friends are going to laugh at me!” His face is crimson, his voice climbing toward a scream. Plates rattle. My mom flinches. And something inside me snaps. Same as his brothers—cowards when it comes to their father, but brave enough to spit on my mom. Just because we’re Omegas doesn’t mean we don’t have hearts. I grab his knife, slam it into the table—right between his small fingers, close enough to graze skin. I may not have a wolf, but I grew up fighting with the worst boys in the pack. I’m not easy prey.

She murmured, pushing her bag one side and grabbed the headset Axel got for her. Axel walked in and kept his eyes on her. “What do you want, Axel?” She asked. “You just need to understand, Mouse. We're your step brothers and we need to protect you. Three for one, remember?” He said, grabbing the headset from her hands. She folded her arms, pretending not to see him or hear him talking. “I'll set your playlist for you.” He smiled and watched her grumble. Axel placed the headset on his hands, trying to set her playlist. He froze, and let out a chuckle.

I muttered and rubbed my eyes as memories of the evil brothers began flooding my brain. I knew them from my old pack house school… Nathan and Nolan Sparks were famous bad boys in my school. They are handsome of course and they never slept with the same girl twice, all the girls at my old school wished to date them at least once. I didn’t have much interest in the popular brothers, and neither did I feel they would have any interest in me since I was a typical nerd due to having my nose always buried in my textbooks. Until that fateful day when Rose asked me to help her take revenge on them both.

King growls menacingly before yanking his shirt over his head, settling into the chair and pouring himself a glass of whiskey. "Understood," Buster responds, his voice low. My question of what the hell is going on answers itself when Buster sets the case on the dresser, flipping it open. The unmistakable tools for tattooing. Mason hands him a piece of paper, and Buster studies it briefly before nodding, the tattoo gun buzzing to life.

I swung at him again and ended up pounding him into the ground until several people had to pull me off of him. “What is the meaning of this?!” My father yelled when he walked in. I turned to him and said, “he just fucked my sister, and she didn’t want it. She’s really upset. He deserves to fucking die.” My father looked shocked; he had never heard me talk like that. He went up to Finn and said, “you and your family from this day forward are banished from our pack. Get out now.” Finn slowly stood up and took off running out of the room.

Brittany questioned in response and I chuckled internally. That could only mean she has just as much distate in that name choice as I do. "No matter how you fit it in.... It doesn't make any sense either ways" Brandon explained in response and I found myself actually trying to form a word with their initials but gave up as quickly as I started when I realized Brandon is probably right. "Oh? Cool. Soo..... When are y'all gonna hit us with the groove??" Brittany questioned next. "It's my Dad's club so we saved the best for last" Mason replied with a proud expression seated solid on his face as he let his fingers brush through his hair.

he stared directly into my eyes for a moment as he stopped talking and I nodded my head in agreement. "I code, bro. It'll be done." What went through my mind was the betrayal amongst brothers, what could have gone wrong? And at what point does a man decide that killing his brother is the only way. The story of the Gloomy Brothers was an inspiring tale of brotherhood, their parents were beggars but they came up together and became the most powerful gang in Harmony City during their time. But that story that we heard while growing up, that story of brotherly love and mutual respect, it was coming to an end with the pull of a trigger, and we the Badurs were going to be a part of it. What concer

the duck says chuckling. "You have a big family?" I ask him, I wished I had siblings, but my father was a jerk, so maybe not having any sibling was saving them from his cruel ways. "Three sisters and a younger brother," the duck says. "They all live here?" Milo asks him. "Only my younger brother, the sisters are all mated and off living their lives," he says. "Do you miss them," Milo asks him. "We chat all the time, I can't wait to tell them about you, good thing two out of three are gay, I don't have to be jealous over you two," he says making me chuckle, he's cute.

They both chuckled together as Finn slapped Jackson on the back, “I think she’s ready for The Voice - Supernatural Creatures edition, what do you think?” “Definitely, might need to work on her ‘I’m a big bad bitch’ act though or they’ll eat her alive, literally!” They both burst into fits of laughter again. I didn’t realise how much I loved this, they were together, joking around and acting like brothers. It was a perfect moment that I couldn’t see myself forgetting anytime soon.