Brotherhood Outcasts Novels & Stories

No matter what hurdle we go through we would swim back to out shore of our safety, companionship and love, cause just like a magnet finds it way back to iron, we would always find our way back to each other. So we may never have a happy ending or a cliche "happily ever after" but what we do have is continity. We would continue in happiness, sadness, hard times and good times. We would always continue, so our story is a happy continuation not a happy ending. ************************************* Finally we are done with LIKE A BROTHER. Thank you all for an amazing journey❤️. This is my first finished prose and I know I must have made alot of errors. I promise to do better next time.

The Brother's Bet 6. The Rules of The Game. The Brother's sat down for a while, Alex grabbed a bottle of whiskey, With a smirk on his face, He poured the wine for his brother. " Why do you seem excited???"Ethan scoffed, Ethan didn't like the idea but growing up his brother's actions has always influenced him. " I mean, She disrespected me so I should be excited at least, Not only but she's also in our home," Alex said but Ethan wasn't buying it.

Or maybe the reason for the removal was the respect they had for my psychological during all these years and my habit of paying attention to those who care little about me. "You were talking about a Brotherhood..." my father begins, drawing my attention to the knife with which he opens a can of candy for Gabby. He lifts the knife and casts a curious look at Hunter. "What did they refer to?” Hunter is pale and tries at all costs not to look at my father's hands. When he doesn't answer, I roll my eyes. “We were talking about the Brotherhood that Jonathan leads. A group that profits from kidnappings and believes that it can create a new religion. Does the name Saltuk Mohament say anything to yo

If she hasn’t heard the noise already, she’ll be in for a big surprise, and that’s probably not going to go any sort of distance for our cause. Uh, Granny made breakfast. Before you come down, I just wanted you to know that there’s going to be a table full of burly, somewhat scary-looking guys. Granny didn’t want you to be alarmed. You asked for proof, and they’re your proof.” I know I should stop there, but I can’t help myself. The thought that Sharon might lord her white picket fence I’m a smarty pants PA over my brothers makes my blood boil. While she stands there giving me death stares, I launch into a low grumbly, rock-chewing sort of monologue. “Those guys at the table are my brothers.

He bowed before Aeson with his words. “I guess I was too focused to care less about any drink or a meal around here. The killer of Alpha Philips is all I’m worried about” I muttered to myself, I climbed my horse just like my brothers. We rode out of the pack with the praises of the people ringing in our ears. We have good outcasts, ones that were thrown out of their pack by wicked leaders so they form a pack of their own. They’re all rogues but they can be our friends but can never be trusted.

Zion winces with each word, the effort causing him pain as he relays his garbled warning. "The brotherhood is...using rogues. Twisting them...They...working with...enemy who wants what we want...wolves...separate...from ...humans and witches. Wolves close to...your alpha." "Who?!" Fear for my mate races through my heart and I fight the urge to reach down and shake Zion until he tells me the rest. "What do you mean? Tell me!" He opens his mouth like a gutted fish, his lips wide and puckered as he stutters..."More than one..."

I grab a beer out of the fridge and drink away whatever the hell I am feeling right now. I sit on my sofa, I watch the hockey game, I bite my lip thinking about my life. I have two brothers. We are three boys, out of the three of us, I have always felt like an outcast. Axel is the fuckboy; Damon has met the love of his life. what have I ever had? I am not a fuck boy; I am not madly in love with an ex like Damon.

Word spread like wildfire through my family, through my own pack, and no one said a fucking thing. I’m treated like a headcase, like something people have to be careful around. My brother is the worst offender, which is why when Ryatt came to me and asked if I wanted to leave, if I wanted to claim this territory as my own and be as far away from everyone, and everything, I accepted. He understands what it’s like to be the outcast, the cursed one, the enemy. The last thing I ever wanted was for anyone to worry about me. Now my friends were staging an intervention.

“You think I'm stupid, Enzo? Do you think I'm a dunce! We both know that I'm not leaving this place alive!! Let's assume that I tell you and you set me, what happens when my brotherhood finds out I snitched on them?” “Brotherhood?” “Yes, Enzo! Brotherhood! Your father put in bondage for years! He made me a white-collar slave and you thought that was alright? You think I wouldn't want out of one point in my life? You think I wouldn't find people who treat me like a human?!” “My father took you like his younger brother, you bastard. That was not humane enough? The same brotherhood exposed you by getting that disclaimer policy attached to the document. Why the fuck are you still protecting peop

So he is tough when he needs to be. On the other hand, in Italy, Adil is panicking, and so are Bosco and Natasha. Sylvester Russo is Bosco's elder brother and Tasha's father. The Russos are not the top-tier family, but they are still well off. It's only Bosco who is good for nothing. "If my brother finds out about this, he will skin me alive," Bosco muttered, fearing the inevitable. Natasha is scared, too. She knows the reputation of Xavier. So she knows that he wouldn't hesitate to kill them all.