Brother Wedgie Novels & Stories

"These don't work. At all. My days of starting brawls and winning them is over." "Chill, dude." Stu raised his hands. "Before you get all mightily offended, first off, I wasn't talking about you getting into a fight. Check out what we brought." His brother grabbed a folded wheelchair that leaned against the wall, its bars spray painted a bright metallic blue. He snapped it open, and Derrick gaped for a moment at the backrest. "Speedy Stu?" His brother plopped into the seat and gripped the wheels, bouncing himself around and spinning in tight circles. "While you've been bulking up, we've been practicing."

Anna answered shortly and Brian smiled widely hearing it The three of us chatted for a while and I saw Damian walk toward us. I got up from my chair and gave him a hug. “Once again, congrats brother!” I patted his shoulder “Thanks Fai! I won’t be here without you! Brian and Anna too, thanks!”

he says before bringing the mug to his lips. "Oh, no. What'd wifey do today?" Nina asks, raising her eyebrows. "Took away his drugs," I answer for him. Then, I turn back to my brother. "Does she have a reason why, or does she just have a thing for you being dangerous and unstable?" "A week ago, my doctor told me it was fucking up my libido and sperm count, so I needed to wean off them. Christine found me taking some last night, and flushed every bottle down the toilet. Even the ones I thought I hid well."

She didn’t look pleased. I could tell by the way she shifted her weight from foot to foot, and the expression she displayed. The irritation was clear on her face. I regretted putting her through this. She had been standing for hours. Before I could say anything, I heard the sound of a voice. It was Alpha Bruce. Bruce was from the Westbrook Pack, and if there was one thing I despised, it was him. The man had a reputation for being ruthless, cruel, and careless. He had a Luna, yet he paraded his illegitimate children like trophies.

My brother, Alder Moore, inquired, "Willow, the wedding's about to start. Why did that dickhead leave?" My heart trembled upon hearing his familiar voice, and I instinctively dashed to him, embracing him tightly. In my last life, my brother, who wanted to help drive Cassius—the eldest scion of the Wrights and my initial fiancé—away, chose to fully support Miles in the fight for Wright Group's inheritance. But Miles orchestrated a car accident and caused my brother to suffer a broken leg. Later, he became deeply traumatized by our parents' passing and eventually had a mental breakdown. My brother had been the most promising scion in Dorei. Yet, he was sent to the mental asylum to be tormented

she muttered to no one in particular. Jax barreled past me next, cooler in one hand, six-pack swinging from the other. “Dibs on the biggest bedroom!” he yelled, disappearing up the floating staircase like a man on a mission. And then there was Ethan. He came in last, slower, quieter. He set his bag down beside mine—deliberate, like he wanted them touching—and leaned one shoulder against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching me take it all in. “You okay there, squirt?” His voice was low, amused, the nickname he’d used since I was twelve and still wore braces.

Evan's expression remained unreadable. "What about him?" He asked and the man replied. "He was attacked three nights ago.... He sustained a gunshot wound." Evan slowly set the whiskey glass down. "And?" "He survived... The doctors say he'll recover." Evan chuckled. A low... Almost amused sound. "Lucky him." The man remained silent because he knew that tone, it never meant anything good. Evan walked toward the large window. "So..." "My dear brother is finally bleeding." His reflection smiled. "Who did it?"

I commanded and he obeyed immediately, then after a few minutes, my brother came in from the front of the door, thumbs in his pockets, wearing a long mischievous smile and staring at me as he closed the door behind him using his feet, kicking it from behind him. "What do you need?" I asked immediately, I sounded cold as I possibly could. "Woah! Woah! Woah! What a manner? I just came here, are you not going to at least give your brother some welcome hug?" he teased as he sat on the chair across mine and fix his hair as always, trying to look cool as ever. He looked funny, he never changed but I suppress my smile.

come in "I say my stepbrother Zach steps in his unruly jet black waves come to his eyes which are framed by thick black glasses hiding the true colour of his eyes sometimes they green or blue I am not sure. "Zack Hi "uhmm i just wanted to give you this and say Happy birthday " ah thank you baby brother "he winces as I say that looking down at his shoes he gives me a small matte blue Milton's box I open I see diamonds earrings they look expensive "oh my God Thank you they beautiful "Alison comes up to take a look at them "yeah they pretty you going to make a good boyfriend when you grow up how old are you again sixteen ?" Leave him alone " I stand up I have to stand on the tip my toes to r

“Yeah, real close. My brother couldn’t make it, he’s playing in Vegas.” “Wait your brother is a musician?” “Yes, well he’s been trying to break into the music arena for a while now, but he has a gig there and is backing up a group called GenWired.” “Hey, I’ve heard of them. They’re pretty good. In fact, I know the lead guitarist. His brother played hockey when I was in college. We’re still in contact. You know I could get your brother some introductions and connections.” She swivels her head round so fast she must be giving herself whiplash.