Brother By Gerard Way Novels & Stories

I frowned and said, "No! How could I like Osborne! I don’t like him at all. He is my brother. I will never love him." The man who was above me suddenly stopped. His body stiffed and he looked at me angrily, saying, "Why? Why can't you fall in love with him? Didn't you call his name just now?" I didn't understand why he was so angry. But now I was in a dream, and the person in front of me was not real Osborn, so I could boldly tell the truth, "I have told you, he is my brother. How can I fall in love with my brother? And even if he is not my brother, I will not like him. I want a mate as devoted as my father and Sanford, not a man as promiscuous as Osborn."

he said in a frustrated tone. Ouch! That was an indirect way of saying he was sorry about the whole thing! Of course! What kind of sane brother would feel right about making his sister cum all over his fingers? “I know what you’re thinking. Nasty, right?” I said, almost glaring at him. He stared at me crossly. “You have no idea what’s going on in my mind right now.” His voice was low, but his tone was sober, thick with emotions.

Damn, I've been a shitty brother. I knock on his office door once before pushing it open, "Oh look, if it isn't the father and mate," He smiles sarcastically towards his new beta, Gerald. I grab a bottle of vodka and drink. This is going to be one of those discussions. "Congrats man, I heard," Gerald's mocking tone comes. I roll my eyes and ignore the beta, turning to my brother "I apologize for not telling you sooner, I didn't intend to keep it all from you," I start, he is

To get back at him a bit, though, I dug into the muscle with my fingers. But he showed no reaction whatsoever. “Your shoulder is fine,” I said, stepping back. “You can get down now.” He thought for a moment, then smirked at me. “It actually wasn’t my shoulder that I hurt. It was my leg.” “Seriously, Eric?” “Just humor me, alright?” he asked. For a few moments, I just stared at my brother. But his blue eyes seemed sincere; even if he really wasn’t hurt, I couldn’t deny him service. And besides, maybe if others saw him in here getting a check-up, they’d come and try it out as well.

I looked over at Javier who still hasn't noticed anything then back at Gemma who as gone back in. Thank goodness. "It is not to much to ask and I am truly sorry if I never made you feel unloved as my brother." Ace is stalling him which is a good thing. The police will be here any minute from now. "I was selfish, I know but we can still fix things, fix our relationship, I love you and so does mum. Please brother, drop the gun and I'll help you." Ace said slowly and lowly. "Help? Help, why do all of you fucking say that? I don't need help. I am not crazy and that's what why your emotional approach won't work on me, Brother." The said that brother with so much spite.

Look at the wonders it is doing for my brother. Now, I’m in competition with Gerard, which is something I have actively avoided all these years because I was hoping to have a relationship with him. But this turn of events has put me even further at odds with him. “I bet you are enjoying this, aren’t you?” I heard behind me and of course, it’s Gerard. I sighed, “On the contrary brother, I take no pleasure in this. I meant it when I wished you luck. Being alpha is a dream of mine, but I wanted it to be because I proved myself. Not because you failed.”

Wonder if the illegitimate Vale brother will be invited to the wedding lol. My brows drew together.. Illegitimate Vale brother. Dorian only ever said he had one sibling. A sister who lived in Italy. I got up from the bed and walked to the kitchen with my phone in my hand. I placed a kettle on cooker and opened my browser. I typed: Vale family illegitimate son. The first page was filled with results. Old interviews. Poor quality photographs. Lawsuit. SECRET CHILD? VALE FAMILY SCANDAL. BILLIONAIRE HEIR DISPUTE.

After my sister-in-law Lydia had my brother Caleb's kidney removed and spent three years draining his blood, he escaped back to our hometown barely alive. He lay on a bed at the clinic, holding my hand tight as he said, "Noah, don't go after them. You can't afford to cross Lydia's family." Three days later, he died in my arms. I buried him on the hillside behind the town, under the old oak tree he had loved to climb as a child. On the seventh day after I buried him, a black Maybach stopped at the edge of town. Lydia got out with a frail man who looked like he could fall over at any time. She stood outside my house's door and looked at me. "Noah, where's your brother? Tell him to come o

he asked, purely baffled. Brook coughed softly. He did not want to say anything, but he was acquainted with Gerald, and he had treated him nicely. They would only be further embarrassed if this continued, thus Brook cleared his throat and explained, though awkwardly so, “Just moments ago… Senior Brother Fane had already fought with Senior Brother Wesley, and Senior Brother Wesley had lost the fight. Senior Brother Wesley has been carried away in a stretcher.”

Aveline greeted as she answered, smiling faintly. "Hey, baby sister," Gernard replied, his voice full of mock exasperation. "Missed me yet? I finally got the base station set up, so I have internet again. Honestly, what Gavin did to me feels like exile—like being banished to Siberia. Am I even his real brother?" Aveline stifled a laugh. "That’s not important right now. I have something way more urgent to tell you." Gernard raised a skeptical brow. "Baby sister, my living conditions are like some sort of trial-by-fire survival course, and you think it’s not important? Do you even care about your brother anymore?"