Brother Wedgie Novels & Stories

I pleaded. "He was. He was our brother until he ruined everything with his own hands," Matteo let out, firm and resolute. "Now, all he is to us is an enemy that needs to be killed before he causes any more damage to anyone else." "He did not do anything! Stop trying to make fucking excuses. If you want his properties, then just take it. No one's going to say anything to you," I was desperate to save my dad. "Just admit that you two are so fucking greedy that you're willing to kill your own brother!"

He mentioned some important names and Polly almost regretted it. She barely remembered a handful. His father’s name is Wade and his younger brother is called James. Jared has plenty to say about his father but didn’t say much about his brother. There were elders. He informed her what they’re usually on about, the things that matter to them, which don’t usually align with his.

My brother and I, we have a strictly professional relationship for the last year because I am to be his beta but we don’t act like brothers anymore. ‘’What do you mean check on Ciera’’ he asked socked. ‘’she is there with beta Harry, isn’t she?’’ I asked him worrying even more. ‘’No, she isn’t here and neither is Beta Harry. Why would she be here and why would she be with him?’’ he asked me without even masking his emotions as he always does. He was both angry and worried sick. The question is where is my best friend and why does my brother acts like that for a person that he is talking to for a year?

Five years ago, after the Horton was defeated by the Vaillant pack, Wade Horton was sitting next to his sister on her bed, begging her not to leave, “Please, Wendy, don't go!” It was almost sunset, but the sun shone brightly entering Wendy Horton’s bedroom, filling it with a crimson light. “I’ll be back, don't worry, Wade…” the 20 years old girl soothed her little brother to stop worrying. The fourteen years old boy then stared at his sister seriously, “promised?”

"Wendy, where's your brother?" ***************

“What do you mean your wife, hold on, is that—” “Mind your word, Vegas, she's still my wife.” I said calmly as he rolled his eyes to the back. “She's been circling the idea for a week now I guess, and I think that show the other day made it easy for her to decide” I said, pausing briefly. “But I was lucky.” “Lucky how?” Vegas asked, tilting his head. “My brother,” I said, “He suggested something else. Something that I'm really sure would distract her mind and shift her Focus elsewhere while I figure out how to clean up my mess.”

I kept my head low, hoping they do not recognize me. "Mum, don't worry. For our clan, I’ll become the strongest werewolf and earn us the respect we deserve," my sister declared. They laughed as they walked away, while I continued searching for some coats I could scavenge to keep warm. Only my brother didn’t laugh. He turned back and stared at me for a long time before walking away. I thought that was over and I would not see them again for a while. "But the very next day, just as I was crouching down to pick up a silver pendant from the trash heap, my brother stormed out of nowhere. He slammed his foot down on it with a violent crunch, shards flying, and roared—

I lowered my head and gave a faint reply, “Okay.” Soon, we arrived back at the Fraser family ancestral mansion. The living room was brightly lit. My brother and sister-in-law were busy playing video games, enjoying the time of their lives. My father's face turned pale for a moment. My father kicked over the coffee table in front of them, sending teacups shattering all over the floor. “You bastard! Have you lost your mind?! How dare you spread rumors that your sister is an illegitimate daughter!” Yet, the two of them acted as if it was none of their business. They just kept operating their phones with calmness.

And there he was, my brother, standing on his feet with his back to me. "Brother," I called out softly, my voice filled with emotion. "Angel," he responded, recognizing my voice before even turning around. He looked freshly bathed. His beard was no longer there and his wounds were not that deep. "Brother!" Without a second thought, I rushed towards him, placing the lunchbox on a nearby chair. I embraced him tightly, holding onto him as if I never wanted to let go. He hugged me back, his arms enveloping me, creating a sense of security I had longed for.