Brother Wedgie Novels & Stories

“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.

That brother of mine has always gotten away with it- he laughed. Brother… the word echoed over and over in Jade's head. -Bro ... th ... er?- She could barely speak of the shock. The wolf bowed his head. -You didn't know?- He leaned his head in his hand. -Well, yes, I'm Vladek's brother.- I guess you don't even know that. My brother is such a liar. I was sure he was going to take advantage of you and look what he did. Take back what is mine- he shook his head feigning disbelief.

"I'm sorry, I didn't bump into you, did I?" "I'm sturdy, you can't break me. But you should be careful not to hurt yourself," said the person who helped me, Willam Rodriguez, Bryce's younger brother. He was a playboy who flirted with any woman, from eight-year-olds to eighty-year-olds. I was used to it by now. Just as I was about to speak, I heard a cold snort from behind me. "Hmph, a hen that can't lay eggs, and yet my second brother is groveling at your feet. If my eldest brother finds out, he'll teach you a lesson."

That day, Mom had ruffled my hair and asked, “Harry, which one do you want to choose as your brother?” The day before, I had begged her nonstop to give me a big brother. So, the next day, she took me to the orphanage to pick one. Later on, the boy under the tree became my brother. I gave him his name, just as carefully as I used to name my teddy bear and toy soldiers. When I tore up my homework, he rewrote it for me. After I broke the neighbor’s antique vase, the punishment landed on his palms instead of mine.

I automatically asked when he was finally settled in his wheelchair. He still couldn't walk because of the accident, but the doctor said that he should be able to walk once he goes into therapy. "She's ok, I guess, she could be worse," he answered with a nonchalant attitude as if it was nothing, but to me, it was so important that my heart was about to burst from my chest while dying to know about the woman who owns my heart. "What's that supposed to mean?" I asked, I couldn't help but snarled at the shitty attitude that my brother is giving me, and if he weren't disabled right now, I probably beat him already.

"Get some rest. The wedding is in two days." He still had no idea that the bride wouldn't be showing up. After he left, my phone buzzed. A video from Isabella. What I saw made my hands tremble, a sharp pain twisting in my gut. The video showed a man standing over my grandmother's hospital bed. He was holding up photos—pictures of me being bullied, the humiliating moments I’d tried so hard to bury. One by one, he shoved them in her face. I recognized the crest on his jacket. He was one of Isabella’s men.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude. I’m Luca, Damien’s brother.” My mother blinked. “Damien’s brother?” Luca nodded politely. “Yes. I heard about Mr. Valenci, and I just came to check on him. I didn’t want to disturb your rest, so Selena and I spoke out here.” Her brows lifted slightly in surprise. I could see the questions swirling behind her eyes. “Damien never mentioned a brother.” “I’ve been away for quite some time,” Luca said smoothly, not missing a beat. “Business overseas. I recently came back.”

I didn’t know how else she could keep up such a constant stream of friendly chatter. Ernie was the other brother, and at eighteen the youngest member of the pack to have a pup. He excitedly showed me photos of a little girl with ribbons in her pigtails and a smiling woman who must be her mate. I smiled and told him they were beautiful and fought not to cry. I didn’t even have a photo.

Brother dearest was the last person I expected to see in the tiny cubicle of my office when I rush in this morning. It is a most hilarious sight I have ever seen, my big brother, literally–– his shoulders are touching both sides of the walls, he looks uncomfortable, yet composed somehow. I almost forgot that when a Vega wanted to find you, you could run, but not for long. He brings his Cartier wristwatch to his eye level, without so much as a crease in his brows, the eyes he inherited from our father, or his father, since I have been disowned, flick to my face, I am standing but he looks down on me.

Jean revered this big brother of his but was rather disgusted by his own scumbag of a father. Thus, he immediately retorted James and said, "Big Brother is truly in his prime. He had also practiced martial arts since he was a child, so he won’t be in a wheelchair forever like you. In my opinion, in three months at most, Big Brother will be able to stand up again."