Dave Franco Brother Novels & Stories

You could ask me if I’m in love with my brother’s best friend and I would tell you with a straight face absolutely fucking not. Kane Wilder is my brother Landon’s best friend, a.k.a a pain in my fucking ass. I met him for the first time when I was six.

“Miss Fraser, may I ask what Chairman Fraser’s current condition is, actually? Is he really in critical condition as rumored online?” Instead of answering the reporter's question, I looked directly at Daniel. “Brother, are you sure you want to force my hand like this?” He shoved me aside and barged straight into the ward, his eyes instantly locking onto the documents resting on the bedside table. He reached out to grab them. “What do you think you're doing?” I barked to stop him. Daniel retracted his hand and turned around with his face masked in coldness. “Lyra Fraser, let’s stop acting. With Dad looking like this, someone has to run the company.

Franco chuckled as he said it. "Nicola was not just a woman," I disagreed with him and he looked me straight in the eyes, slowly having his expression turned serious. "I'm not talking about Nicola. I'm talking about Carina..." he explained. That just made me stunned, I didn't think that he would have thought there was something wrong with Carina too. "Do you think Carina's brother is missing or dead?" Franco asked out of the blue. "I... I don't know..." My hands just slowly trembling for no reason. I was not fearing Franco, but rather his words that intrigued me and shook my core.

The Lawrence I know will not say this, especially in the state of his brother Franco. Franco chuckled lightly, then shook his head. “Yes! I’m nothing compared to you. You are a Saavedra! And I’m lucky I haven’t had that name,” he said, and then a smirk lifted to his lips. The siblings looked at each other for a moment before he violently released Franco. He then stared at me with his eyes completely blank. It was as if his heart was crushed because of the kind of look he gave. “Get off your hands of her,” he ordered in a sharp tone.

In less than no time, Dorothy was with her brother in his office, sitting on one of the chairs in front of Franck. “Hey kid sis, I just wanted to thank you for the assistance in every domain. You really kept my back while I was away. Since day one of Anthony`s accident you`ve been very supportive in every way. I am just short of words” In an appreciative mood Franck opened his mind to his most loved kid sister. Who understood the family bond better than Jessica. Despite being the last born of the family. She was comprehensive and more passionate than her elder sister who was more of playgirl than homemade.

Gregory knew absolutely nothing about my mom’s family or my real father. “Susan Lombardi was daughter of Harold Lombardi, capo for Benny Santini. Her brother, Tilly’s uncle, is Vinny Lombardi, current capo for Lorenzo Santini.” Danny paused, nodding towards the man standing next to him. “In case you didn’t realize it, Gregory, the man standing next to me is Vinny Lombardi.”

He believed in teaching his boys that they should take responsibility for their actions. Dave was sitting in his chamber when his brothers all barged into his room and he knew exactly why they were there. The throne was empty, and the people needed a king. “I know,” Dave said before anyone could say anything. Dewayne was standing with his mouth open when he heard Dave talk and he growled a bit in frustration. “Every time! Every time I want to say something you do this. Why can you not just give me one time to say what I want to say before you say it?” Dave smirked and looked at his brother. “You’re not quick enough, but I will keep that in mind” They all laughed but then turned silent. Dave

my sister. "I could accept when Franco chose you over me while I was carrying his child, but how could Chris also end up being yours? Even my own brother, Dexon, sides with you!" As if the previous revelation wasn’t enough to make my head explode, Rebecca threw in one—no, two more shocking facts. Franco... and Rebecca? Oh God, this world must be going crazy. If I hadn’t waited for Chris to get through his critical condition, I would have walked away from this place, unable to handle any more insane revelations.

At all. Franco. Oh, Franco. The love of her life. Or so she thought. She wondered if being her brother’s right-hand man had profited him in any way. The man who whispered sweet nothings in her ear at night but couldn’t find the courage to speak a full sentence to Don Pedro—her very own brother—about them, their love, and their relationship. The same Don Pedro he took orders from every single day. He took bullets for him, but somehow talking to him about wanting to marry her was where he drew the line? She meant, what kind of man was he, really?

“I’m Zandra.” “I know, Ms. Franco." “How long have you worked for the Boss, Damien?” He sighs, lowering the spoon. “I don’t work for my brother, I work with him.” My eyes widen slightly at the revelation. “I knew you guys were brothers!” Damien takes a step back, setting aside the food he’d prepared for me. There’s a shifty quality to him, like he’s always on his toes, ready to flee at a moment’s notice. The only question is what’s he so afraid of?