Fred Savage Siblings Novels & Stories

“Obviously, I love my brother — but he must think we are all idiots if we are to bKaisereve he sired a son and had ‘no idea’. He was in love with Fiona Moor. We can all remember that, can’t we?” As he glanced around the table, several of the older members of the council murmured again, nodding their heads. Even Uncle Sam nodded, looking as if he were pained by the memory. “It was a shock that she ran off to America — but now they’ve reconnected. Why would you reconnect with someone if you hid their child from them?”

He looked at her with deep regret. “Now imagine if I had treated you like a monster at work,” he said quietly. “How would I face you today… my dear sister?” He shook his head. “It’s a shame I didn’t recognize you sooner.” His voice softened. “I’m sorry… my dear.” Then he pulled her into a warm embrace, both of them crying. Zara slowly turned to look at Mrs. Ashford. The older woman was crying silently, tears slipping down her pale face. “For them, it’s understandable,” Mrs. Ashford whispered weakly. “They are my children… just like you.”

Sage stood by the side, waiting for Garret to successfully persuade her parents. Jamie poured himself a cup of water and gulped it down. He then wiped his mouth and said, "I'll forget ever having a daughter who's chosen to take such an extreme path when she could have a happy life. I don't want her anymore, so she's free to do whatever she wants. From now on, I only have a son." A young boy around sixteen years old was standing in the field as well. His name was Trent Hall, Sage's little brother. Trent knew that his parents disliked the idea of his sister going to Wyvern Peak, but he had his own thoughts on the matter.

There was no way they were brothers. Silvio was never around to see his brothers. After his mother died, his father married Eve quickly, and Silvio was shipped away to begin his training from a very young age. Silvio didn’t witness the birth of any of his brothers. All he knew was that one day, he came home and saw a baby that his father introduced as his younger brother. He left again for five years and returned as a teenager to see a boy who was introduced as his brother again. There was no way Nicolas came from his birth mother.

Eva’s mind went to a mate. “He got rid of a bunch of mean wolves before they could attack me, but I was angry when he got hurt.” Now Eva popped open her notepad app. “I’m going to help you remember the details. Let’s start a journal of these dreams.” Eva wanted to record this. These weren’t dreams a child this old should have. “Your father and I do, mate. You get a younger brother named Trevor. This other boy we don’t know his name, but he saves you from bad wolves. Is he a friend of Trevor? Or a stranger?”

Jack poured us both a cup of tea and was hesitant to continue. "Zayn was Griffin's older brother but Griffin was unaware of his existence due to a messy divorce of his parents. He also has a younger sister named Echo," she told me point-blank. I cocked my brow and told her Zayn had blonde hair. Jack laughed and told me he had pink, green, and blue too because he was forever coloring his hair. I took a sip of the tea and Aisha growled softly that I had noticed the two men's similarities. "Is it normal to be mates with two siblings?" I asked curiously and she grinned.

Dakoda "Do you feel prepared for today?" I inquire of my 3-year-old. Today marks his debut as a competitive surfer. "Yes, mommy, I was born to do this," Derek confidently responds. He resembles his fathers so much, it's uncanny. Despite only sharing DNA with Korey, he acts just like the other two in numerous ways.

How something could shift him just because of who he was, what he was made of, and what had happened to him, something so awful that the impact could ignite his soul-spark into an explosion that would change his life forever. For all to see and some to hate, the evidence that he was different was always on his face. Wolves can’t have blue eyes. Look it up. If you see a wolf whose eyes are pale ice blue or Darius’s color–deep sapphire, or something in between, then that beast is either mixed with something else, or in Darius’s case not mixed at all…something far more miraculous. He was born at the unusual age of thirteen.

My mom and brother cried tears of joy when they saw me sitting up and came up and hugged me tightly. Ethan exiled both Nathan and Sarah to the wilderness beyond pack territories. By then, Sarah had completely lost her grip on sanity. She would alternate between begging Nathan for forgiveness and screaming accusations at shadows. For a year, they wandered as outcasts. Nathan would appear at pack borders, begging to see me, while Sarah's madness grew worse with each passing moon. Sometimes she would laugh about my death. "She looked so surprised when the water took her! Like she really thought you'd choose her!"

“Yeah, me too! I want something wild. Something completely out of character. Sex in public, maybe? I've been a good girl for too long. Oh, how I want my Alpha crush would appear out of nowhere and have his way with me.” “Alpha crush?” I asked hastily, knowing they'd have to face me shortly. How the hell was I supposed to know what I wanted when I haven't even experienced sex itself? “Alpha Leon. Have you guys heard of him?” Layla nodded. “The pure-blood? I heard he is dangerous. People get scared shitless just from the mention of his name. They call him Savage Alpha, the bringer of death because that's what he does. He kills.” I leaned in closer, my curiosity in the story unexpectedly piqued