Dave Franco Brother Novels & Stories

"Yeah, who do we have? We can't use any of the squad members cause we're all married, and our wives are not exactly the sanest in the bunch, and I'm not dealing with any of their shit. Davey's going to be gone for a while, can't call him in, so we need new blood because we don't have time to waste. It has to be someone we can trust." "My little brother might work." "I didn't know you had a little brother Flanagan." "Well, he's… I don't know what the fuck he is. Poppy brought him home when I was a teen, and he's been there ever since." "Tell us more. Who is he? What's his name? What's he like?" "Who Jimmy, Jimmy's a fuck-up, but he'd do in a pinch." "Where is he right now?" "Mouth would know;

Denny seemed to remind Franco. “They’re your second cousins because their dad was a cousin of mine who died in a car accident. They were all inside the vehicle, but the sibling survived while the parents died on the spot,” Franco explained. Denny nodded, then he asked. “Okay, so we are not siblings. But what about him? Where is he now?”

Both men possessed sharp, distinctive features, and it was evident that they shared a resemblance, hinting that they were somewhat related. "Long time no see, brother," the man on the right spoke. My breath caught in my throat, struggling to stifle the gasp that threatened to escape. Brother? These two were my father's brothers?! What the fuck?! They bore no resemblance to my father, neither in their features nor in their apparent age. "Dante," The name fell off of my dad's lips, his wide eyes betraying a deep recognition that spanned years. "Ah, so you do recognize us," Matteo, the man on the left, chimed in, a note of amusement lacing his words. "Impressive."

Why won’t I be able to date him. That was what I thought until he left again, it was like I had to go through the pain all over again and it scared me a lot but snapped me back to reality. With Charles I can dream of perfection and maybe I could even have it but how would I bare it if things don’t work out. How would I cope if he disappeared again. What would I do if my brother becomes my Ex. How would I act when he brings home the girl he finally found forever with. How would I survive if I run out of love for him at all areas, even as a brother.

I laugh softly. “That’s not the first time I’ve heard that.” “But your proposal was impressive,” he continues. “You clearly know what you’re doing.” “I try.” Lunch arrives quickly. For a while we talk about business. Department restructuring. Leadership efficiency. Corporate growth strategies. Daniel is intelligent and engaged, asking thoughtful questions about every part of my proposal. Then suddenly he leans back slightly in his chair. “So,” he says casually, “how do you like working with my brother?” My fork pauses halfway to my mouth.

“He wasn’t there! His secretary said he’d stepped out.” I nodded slowly. “Oh really?” “Yes!” she continued, “So I called him. And do you know what he said?” My palms were sweating, and my heartbeat slammed in my ears. “He said he was on a date.” She dragged out the last word dramatically. “A date Lin! My brother went on a date! Ethan! A date! I’m still surprised.” I forced a smile. “Wow… that’s nice.” I took a long sip of the wine to hide my expression.

So, my demon of a boss comes from a family of angels, and his older brother is a stone-cold hottie! "Hi, Jake Monsato," the final man chimed in, adding his own introduction. Another handsome face! Wait a minute... he's the one who caught me when I almost slipped the other day. So, he was also a friend of Francis. The guy's got an embarrassment of riches when it comes to attractive friends. Especially that older brother...

"About his mother's brother." Freddy's expression sharpened. "What did he say?" "He said his mother only had one brother. A man named David, not Marco. And he described him completely differently from the man you met. He said this David was big, had a messy beard, smelled like cleaning chemicals. And that his mother was afraid of him, that he was dangerous and always asking her for money." Freddy went very still. "Are you certain?" "That's what he said. Word for word."

Luca, the smooth-talker, ran a hand through his perfectly styled hair, his mind preoccupied with thoughts of vengeance and retribution. Dave, the wildcard, was the only one who seemed unaffected by the tension that hung heavy in the air. With a devil-may-care grin, he leaned back in his chair, his eyes dancing with mischief as he surveyed the scene before him. And then there was Rio, the youngest of the brothers, his youthful energy and enthusiasm a stark contrast to the brooding intensity of his siblings.

I've still got bills to pay—my brother—! Franco raised a hand to quiet her. "*He* bought it." For a moment, she didn't understand. The world tilted slightly to one side of her, the club's pounding music fading to a distant roar. "Who?" she gasped, even though she already knew. Franco wiped a palm across his perspiring face. "Valerio De Luca." The words were a punch to the chest. She took a step back. "No. No, he can't—he can't *own* me—!"