Brothers Wilson Novels & Stories

She was outrageously beautiful, and he stood there staring intently, forgetting even to step forward and take his seat. Everyone was already settled around the dining table except him. Wilson raised his head and saw West. A smile spread across his face. Although he hadn’t seen him for months, he had found out that West moved out of the house after leaving the school team. Even though West had refused to answer his calls or reply to his messages, Wilson still saw him as his only brother and missed him. “Big bro!” he called out excitedly. He got to his feet, walked over, and pulled him into a bear hug.

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

ACE'S POINT OF VIEW "What now, you had your men..." I was rudely interrupted. "I had my men do what's necessary." I rolled my eyes at my brother. "So what I lied, big whoop." He's asking because he knows nothing, so I'm not bothered. He is suspicious and obviously bothered with my presence in his house. "You are not answering my question, little brother." He chewed on his bacon. "You are delirious, if I had plans against you, you'd be in jail by now." I pushed my food aside.

Carlson answered making Roland and Henry step forward, but they don't get too close while the warning eyes of Brandon stare deep into their souls. “Baby, this is my brother, this is Roland the eldest, who killed me before, and Henry the second who is no better ass than the first” Carlson introduced. “Hello,” Cassandra smiled back. “And brothers, meet my wife, Cassandra Willaims,” Carlson announced. Henry and Roland exchanged puzzled glances at each other.

“I-I’m okay.” My eyes are wide with shock but not for the reason they think. My thoughts are still tangled around what Wilson whispered to me a moment ago. I meet his gaze for a brief second and the fear I saw earlier flashes there again before it disappears. He turns back to Reed and that irritating grin slides back into place like a mask he knows how to wear too well. “Eh, don’t get too worked up. It’s just a graze, man.” Wilson shrugs. If he’s trying to purposely provoke the brothers, it’s working because Reed grits his teeth and grabs Wilson by the collar.

"Could you at least give me an idea? Besides disseminating someone's privacy, has my brother committed any other offenses? He's still young; we can't ruin his life like this." The man said, "Let me give you a clue." "Please." The man looked around, leaned in closer, and whispered two words—the Wilsons. "Your brother only disseminated someone else's privacy today, but there must be something else on his record that's more serious. If the Wilsons don't back down and they investigate further, it won't be a minor matter anymore. If you've offended them, go beg them. Don't let the child get caught up in this."

"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."

“Don’t make me do this. I only planned on killing one of you. For goodness sake, don’t make me commit carnage.” “Even though I just found out about you and don’t know much about you, one thing’s for sure. You’re my brother. You’re my family and you’re a Wilson. Blood is thicker than water. No matter the situation, we Wilsons stand by each other. We protect our kind and don’t kill one another,” he said intensely like one clinging to the last thread of hope, his eyes boring into mine, pleading, searching for even a speck of humanity left in me.

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.

Olivia seemed excited “I told you me and Brian are best friends, right! So we’re growing up together and among five of us, me, Brian, Kevin, Mark and Ryan, Brian is the only one who didn’t play, but just dated one person, she is Rosie. They’re in a long term relationship until she felt bored and cheated on him with me.” “No way!” Olivia was surprised