Brother Scan Novels & Stories

I shook hands with her and took my seat as Scott did the same. “Is he your husband?” “No, my brother,” I said but the expression on her face didn’t waver. She took out her notepad and wrote something down. “Okay. We will run some tests and then we can do a scan. Hope it is okay with you.” She asked as she gathered her things. “No problem at all.” A nurse came and took me to run several tests and then took me back to the scan room. Scott sat silently at the corner scrolling through his phone.

Yes, Saint go ahead I am with you. Ok master, the saint scanning is normally to show you the detail analysis of what you want to know. Master you were busily looking and reading all unnecessary post on the internet when you were looking for the location of Brother Bantus. Don’t worry, after I have finished addressing your question don’t rush out of this car I would scan Brother Bantus for you. OK? I hear.

I snapped, losing my patience with his almost intentional misunderstanding. "Watch it." His low voice warned as his eyebrow lifted at me in amusement. "The difference is that you're going around telling people we were step-siblings before this. That's not something to tell people Jack. I don't want people knowing that." I pushed as I stared up at him. His eyes narrowed at me as he lifted his lips into a slight smirk before speaking. "Why'd you fuck your stepbrother then?" He questioned as his eyebrows furrowed together. I stayed silent not really knowing what to say to that.

he said, sounding confused. "It's not for me; it's for my younger brother, Anthony. If you could stop by to discuss what I need to know about his divorce from that woman, I want to make sure she doesn't get anything from our family," I stated forcefully, and after ending the call, I tried to focus on the documents and files in front of me. I lost myself in everything on my desk, not even thinking about lunch until Andres patted my shoulder to say it was time. Even yet, since he isn't my biological father, I couldn't picture myself calling him dad.

By the time the stepbrother arrived, the place was already humming with tension. Madison whispered from her perch: “Visual on him. East entrance.” I crouched low behind a container, pulse hammering. Ian’s eyes glinted in the dark, his hand tight on the hilt of his knife though he knew tonight wasn’t about blades. The stepbrother moved slowly, scanning. His posture was relaxed—too relaxed, like a predator who already knew the kill was his. He passed the first spiral without pause. Good. At the second, he tilted his head, studying. Then he smirked—just faintly—and moved on.

“You can’t drink your problems away.” “I can, actually. Well, for the time being at least.” He moves at vamp speed and looks over my shoulder. “Who is Scott?” “My brother.” “And a text from your brother is upsetting? You haven’t read it yet.” I swallow another mouthful of wine. “I know it will be.” I heavily exhale and unlock my phone. “See for yourself.” I open the text and hold the phone up so Lucas can see.

he asked, and I could could hear the macho Alpha King crumble slightly. "I'm sorry." I breathed."She needed me, and it all just happened." He was silent now as I took out the scan from my wallet and snapped a picture with my phone, sending the message to him. "I sent you the picture from the scan." I said softly as I heard the phone rustle as he opened the message. "That's my pup?" he asked, his voice now tinged with awe and tears. The emotion of my hardened stoic brother caught me off guard and was unsettling.

It would look like just another bit of random trash on the ground, hopefully. Zane stepped into the closet, and tossed a brown paper bag at him. Leo opened it to see several sandwiches, an apple, and a bottle of juice. “Thanks,” Leo said. Zane shrugged. “Rory’s orders. I’d’ve let you starve.” “Your brotherly affection knows no bounds,” Leo said. Zane shook his head. “Brothers? You wouldn’t even make me your beta.” “And you’re doing better with the Rogues?” Leo asked.

“But seriously, your brother couldn’t be the greatest guy in your life.” “You don’t know the things my brother did for me,” I said in a serious tone. I touched the scar on my right forearm. It reminded me of the time I ran away once, desperate to catch my parents’ attention. I hid in an old shed a mile away from home. Nobody came. Not even for hours. Only my brother, who knew exactly what I was thinking. He convinced me to come home. On our way out, a metal bar fell from the ceiling, slicing my arm and the skin on his back. We were both rushed to the emergency room and got stitches afterward. My parents never left his room. I had nannies looking out for me in mine.

When I came back from Silvermoon Training Camp, I saw my older brother, Zachary Barker, leaning back against the couch with fine beads of sweat sliding down his taut neck. He was wearing some gray sweatpants, and his eyes looked somewhat dazed. "Zachy? Why are you back so early today?" I went over to him, meaning to grab his hand, but instead, I touched a warm, sticky liquid on his hand. "Why's your hand all wet?" I asked, holding up my hand and sniffing it. "There's a strange smell to it too…"