Jalen Hurts Brother Novels & Stories

He didn't budge. "It was pack business," he said, his voice dropping into a register so rough it felt physical. "Gone catastrophically wrong. Not an accident, Camila. I won't insult your intelligence by calling it a simple accident. But not, directly, my doing either, though I have spent five years questioning how much of the blame still belongs to me regardless." "What does that mean," I snapped, the defensive spike of adrenaline hitting my bloodstream. "Did your people kill my brother or not!!?"

I had clutched him and bawled, swearing I would study hard and that I’d never cause him trouble again. Then, our parents died in the crash. Before the funeral was even over, Mom and Dad’s former business partners were already ready to tear the company apart. I still remember that night at the memorial. Rain mixed with tears, soaking Leon’s black suit. He wrapped me in his jacket at twenty-one, holding me close. Instead of crying, I clung to him until his clothes were stained. Without realizing it, I had bitten my lips raw. Leon had pried open my mouth with steady fingers, dabbing the wounds with a cotton swab patiently.

"I understand." "I hope you figure out your shit, Scarlett. I really do. Whatever's going on with your stepbrother, I hope you find a way to deal with it. Because of this..." he gestured between us "...this isn't sustainable. It's not even about me alone, but using people to avoid dealing with your actual problems." He was right, and it stung precisely because it was true. "I know," I said quietly. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for all of it."

Not knowing he was the one who killed his father and mother. Richard let out a broken laugh. “My own son killed his own brother and his brother's wife.” His eyes burned with tears. “ And fake it as an accident.” His frail fingers clenched so hard. “ All for a goddamn company!” He half-yelled. Then the room fell silent. His chest heaved. Years of grief, confusion, and unanswered questions suddenly had somewhere to go. And that realization hurt more than the deaths themselves. They had both trusted the wrong people. They had both mourned beside the very hands that had helped destroy the families.

I begged. He laughed sarcastically on the line. "Talk? There will be no talking happening, Jazzie. And I will never accept that bullsh*t as my brother! I only have one sibling, and that was the one he killed! So everyone’s involved, Jazzie. Family for a family. " I cried harder.

Joel aka Gamer best at games planning attacks. Brent, Jarret’s younger brother is still in the Army. After he gets out, he will be joining the club. His road name will be Army. Joel, Tracker’s younger brother is still in the Marines, when he retires, he’ll also join the club. His road name will be Rebel. CHAPTER 1 The Knights MC

“So what’s this big talk about?” Brady cleared his throat. “I’ve noticed some things lately. Between Alexander and Cassandra. They’ve been… really close.” Dad raised an eyebrow. “They’re stepsiblings living together for school. That’s good, right?” Alexander spoke up, voice steady. “We look out for each other. That’s all.” Brady’s eyes met mine. “It’s more than that. And if it keeps going, it could hurt the family.” Mom looked confused. “Hurt the family? What do you mean?”

I hushed her, ran my fingers through her hair, and kissed the top of her head. “You don’t have to tell me, Lee. I know how hard it is to share. It hurts no matter how long ago it was. It still reminds us of the people we lost. I’m so sorry. I’m sorry that you have to go through that.” “When he noticed Caleb was looking at him, he shot my brother instead of that man.” A gasp escaped my lips. Jesus Christ. I couldn’t even begin to imagine a ten-year-old girl watching her brother shot. I shut my eyes closed.

He spent another year preparing, but this time the result was even worse—his score didn’t even register. When Xerxes came back to the village, he sneered at my brother, pointing at him with mockery in his eyes. "Well, if it isn’t our golden boy! Two years and still can’t get in. What a joke!" Something inside my brother snapped. The kind, gentle boy who had been my pride turned into a shadow of himself. He became erratic and wild, even fighting pigs in the pen for scraps of food. My parents cried themselves to sleep every night. The family’s savings were drained in desperate attempts to treat him, leaving us buried in debt, but nothing helped.

”D-Damien, help me.” Intimidated by Joel’s twisted face, Nicola quickly hid behind Damien. Joel turned around to glare at his brother. “Damien, I really didn’t expect this from you. It’s heartbreaking. We’re brothers! I’ve given you everything you wanted since we were young, and this is how you repay me? You’re a monster!” “B*stard! How dare you do something disgraceful like this? Have you no shame?”