Brother By Gerard Way Novels & Stories

Gerard and Laurence, so they are my big brother’s most trusted sidekicks. Gerard walked across my big brother and went directly to his co-assistant. “I think it is the best idea. Or we could improvise it a little. Laurence will stay here alone, and I will be the one to go outside. I will stay by the phone line so that from time after time, when you request something to be delivered, I will be the one to send it to you here. In that way, we can simply dodge speculations and suspicions without risking too much,” Gerard said.

His lips trembled, and his eyes were filled with confusion and helplessness. "Father, has something really happened to my second brother?" Gerald asked in a hushed voice. "Why… Why must fate be so cruel to me?" Grove suddenly stood up, shouting hoarsely. "Father, please, calm down. Though second brother is gone, I’m here, and there’s still third brother and fourth sister. You must take care of yourself!" Gerald quickly stood up, patting Grove gently on the back. But Grove raised his hand and slapped him across the face, roaring, "Calm down? Your brother’s not dead! Not only is he not dead, but he also awakened abilities! He’s an ability user now! And an A-grade potential one!"

The image filled the display: Ava and Mason, locked in a kiss, the soft glow of her bedroom lamp illuminating their intertwined forms. It was clear, undeniable. Her heart plummeted. Below the picture, stark white text burned into her vision: “So our good girl Ava isn’t really who she is. Does this mean she’s having a secret affair with Mason, her best friend’s brother, or is it just the influence of the alcohol from this party?” The words twisted in her gut, venomous and cruel. “Best friend’s brother.”The anonymous sender knew. Knew everything.

I don't know if the feeling was mutual, since I didn't remember ever hearing Noah even mention Garrett's son's name before. But I think it was likely that Wayne hadn't taken well to the defeats he'd suffered while Noah commanded his mother's armies. And, from what little I knew about my biological brother, I think he wouldn't miss the chance to settle the score right there, on the border between the two territories. “Wayne…!” I gasped, the sight of his sword pointed at Noah’s chest deeply disturbing me “Stop…!” “Shut up.” my brother growled at me, his eyes fixed on Noah as if he were a snake that could strike at any moment “And run to the pack the instant I let you go, Estelle. That’s not a

“I know—we do look alike. I hope he told you about me?” “Yeah, he did. But he didn’t mention the resemblance,” I answered. “Oh, alright then! He showed me your pictures, though you look a bit… weaker than I expected. Are you alright?” I felt a small flush of embarrassment. “I’m fine, thank you.” I recalled John had mentioned he had an elder brother and an elder sister—he said Robert was two years older than their sister and their sister was three years older than him. I’d always been painfully shy, yet somehow, speaking with him had felt easier than with most strangers.

Gerald shot back calmly, “but I do know when something’s wrong for me. I never should’ve been part of this in the first place. I have a decent life now. That world, your world, isn’t mine anymore.” Salvatore smirked, exhaling a plume of smoke. “A decent life?” He scoffed. “Decent doesn’t buy loyalty when you’re bleeding on the floor. Decent didn’t stand by you when you had no feeling. When you had no one to comfort you, we did. The brotherhood did. We were there when no one else was.” Gerald’s gaze flickered, hardening. “And I acknowledge that. I’ll always acknowledge it. But I’m not yours to command anymore.”

I have the best brother in the world. End

Iver and April had decided to have a talk with him when he comes back and Iver wanted to properly give him a genuine apology for all he had said to him. When he arrived however, he was being supported by Knox. They thought he was hurt at first but then, they realized he was just drunk, really drunk. The last time the two saw their brother drunk was when he was seventeen and had lost to an opponent in a wrestling match. He already had a few injuries before the match and so, he believed it wasn't fair and had asked for a re-match but he was thrown out. He had branched by a bar and gotten drunk, he was so drunk that he collapsed and slept off on the side of the road until a neighbour saw him an

“This is my girlfriend. Nova and I are together.” The words landed heavy, final, deliberate. My pulse skipped at hearing them out loud, even though I knew it was all performance. Bruno barked out a laugh, bitter and harsh. “You’ve got to be joking. You’re dating my ex?” He turned to his mother, searching for backup. “Tell me you don’t approve of this.” Margaret set her teacup down with delicate precision. “I didn’t say I approved. But your brother is free to bring home whoever he chooses.”

I gave Gerardo a level stare, "You said my brother is missing, then who is it that I have been calling brother all my life?" Gerardo sighs, "Dwayne was a friend of your brother's. Your parents didn't know of him until one night he came and knocked on their door. You were just a baby then. He was eight years old then; homeless, poor. Gi used to take food to him every night and he'd moved him into your father's tool shed that he didn't use anymore. Aniva was proud that your brother had been doing something so noble so she took him in."