Jack Mercer Four Brothers Novels & Stories

When I came back from Silvermoon Training Camp, I saw my older brother, Zachary Barker, leaning back against the couch with fine beads of sweat sliding down his taut neck. He was wearing some gray sweatpants, and his eyes looked somewhat dazed. "Zachy? Why are you back so early today?" I went over to him, meaning to grab his hand, but instead, I touched a warm, sticky liquid on his hand. "Why's your hand all wet?" I asked, holding up my hand and sniffing it. "There's a strange smell to it too…"

Tonight was the night. The night my brothers had dreamed of. The Stanley Cup Finals. Ever since we were young, all three of my brothers have loved playing hockey. Growing up in New Hampshire where the winters are cold and long, there was not much to do but play on the ice. My brothers, Quinn, Jack, and my twin, Luke, were amazing skaters and even better puck handlers. It helped that our dad was a former player as well as an assistant coach for Boston. He got his love of hockey from his mother, our grandmother. To say hockey was our life was an understatement. When Quinn was drafted in 2018, it was incredible. Then, Jack was the first overall draft pick in the 2019 NHL draft. Next was Luke, w

“Very sure. This is Jeremy Carter we're talking about. The same Jeremy that played an entire football match with a fractured wrist because he didn't want to lose to Chicago.” I sniff and wipe under my eyes. “The same Jeremy," she continues, "that got tackled so badly during nationals that people thought he broke his spine, but this idiot stood up three minutes later and still scored the winning touchdown.” I let out a small laugh. She points at me immediately. “Exactly. You know what I mean. A man like that can't die easily. Death will probably see him coming and decide it doesn't want the stress.” Ok now I really laugh. She joins in immediately, and for a few seconds, the hospital around us

Jake was in agreement that it went a bit too far and shared his own story of Jonathan kicking him out of their shared bedroom when they went on vacation at 18 to bring a girl to the room. We talked for a few more minutes as Jordan finished up on the grill. Jake was easy to talk to. We talked mostly about family. I shared about growing up in Naperville, Illinois with a younger sister and parents who just celebrated their 35th wedding anniversary. Jake shared that he was the middle of four siblings. Jonathan and Jake were only 11 months apart, with Jonathan the older of the two. They have two younger sisters who also work for the family company. His mom died a few years ago from cancer and his

Jack Perez is Dante’s brother and he’d also gotten the title of the most powerful hunter, for years, Alexei had always looked up to and forward to being like him. The engine of the car revving outside brought the Perez’ out of their deep thoughts as they all lifted their gaze to see who it was when the door opened. His eyes brightened when he saw Jack walk in, its been years since they last saw each other and the only uncle he really saw around was his father’s immediate brother. “Uncle Jack?!” He called in shock and excitement when he walked in and Jace’s jaw only dropped as the old man made his way to where they were standing.

I hope the seasons magic don't skip me. *************************************** Complement of the season to you all and a happy new year in advance❤️. We have just two more chapter to complete "LIKE A BROTHER". I hope you are excited. I hope we have our own mantras we use to remind ourselves that life is worth living or something to always hold unto when things gets hard. Cause believe it or not, the hurdles will eventually pass. Thanks for reading and don't forget to drop a vote❤️.

The prophecy might have been unavoidable, but we had faced it together and come out stronger. Jackson opened his eyes, looking at Finn and me with a mix of gratitude and love. “Thank you,” he said, his voice barely a whisper. “We’re not losing you that easily,” I said, squeezing his hand. “We need you, Jackson.” Finn nodded. “We’re in this together, brother. Always.” Jackson’s eyes filled with tears. “I thought I had to face this alone. But I see now that I was wrong. I have my pack, my family. And with you two by my side, I know we can face anything.”

His hand fell back to the bed. I blinked at him. “There’s no need,” he managed to say. “I know what you are.” The words slammed into me like hard bricks landing against my chest. “You… know?” “I’ve seen feral at the brink of it…” he continued weakly. “My brother. It happened to him. He didn’t make it.” I felt worse and sorry for him. I couldn’t get myself to utter my condolences. I was lost, struggling with the reality of the situation and holding tears back.

Fred POV “It was a waste of my fucking time,” I let out as I bring the cold beer to my lips and Richard nods as Dylan and Jude look at me. My brothers are my best friends. They have always stuck around helping me, even when I didn’t want their help. As the younger of four, I grew up in their shadow, always wanting to be like them.

"Now tell me what's the matter." "Kevin came back to this city." Peter said, grabbing Aaron's attention. Aaron smiles devilishly. ________SCENE CHANGED_______ Kevin gives coffee to his brother. "Drink the coffee quickly and leave before anyone suspects you." "Kevin, you are worrying a lot." Kevin's brother drinks a sip of coffee while laughing. "I don't feel Aaron is a dangerous person, but I feel he is stupid and a fool." Kevin's brother laughs louder. "I’m working under him and even gained his trust, but he doesn’t have any idea about my identity that I am your brother and am giving you information.