Joe Burrow Brothers の小説・ストーリー

“That’s the myth. Reality’s messier.” “You were using my pack as cover,” Rowan said. “Hunting. Hiding.” Joe didn’t deny it. “Your wolves are loud. Confident. Everyone knows about the upcoming mating. Your men are restless, desperate for their own bonds.” “Enough,” Rowan snapped. “What happened to your sleuth?” Joe finished taping his wound and reached for a bottle of whiskey, downing a mouthful before answering. “A few months ago,” he said, voice rough, “something tore through us. A bear but not like any I’ve ever seen. Bigger. Stronger. Savage beyond reason.” His grip tightened on the bottle. “He killed my brother in front of me.”

Jordan replied in a voice that sounded off as the product of laughter and sadness all in the same place. "They've got a Child together." I heard her say next and I had to take a couple steps backwards to process all I had just heard. What in the world? Jordan's Dad and Shelton's Mom? Together? Have a child? Why does this sound really wild? That means....... Shelton is also her... We're The stepbrothers! From either sides. No... This is crazy. To process all I had just learnt for myself, I had to retreat towards the living room to grab a seat.

"I dug the grave last week. It's empty, Jose. He's been hiding. He's scared. And he hates us both for letting it get that far. For letting her get that close to finishing it." Rainer stopped. His hands clenched at his sides, then slowly released. "I didn't want it to go like this. I didn't want any of this. But you left me no fucking choice. You always pick the thing that lets you sleep. The one that costs someone else instead of you." Jose grabbed the edge of the table. The metal was cold under his fingers. Alive. Elias was alive. The brother he had quietly stopped letting himself think about because the grief was more manageable than the guilt. The one he had failed long before any grave w

, Joe echoes weakly, as he closes the door in sorrow. Upon entering back into the main office, he closes the door slowly. "Hey, was that Porsha?.. What did she want?", Alice echoes at him while he rests slowly on the door. "Uhm.." He sighs. ".. She came to tell me that..", he winces in sorrow. Already becoming terrified about what could have happened, Alice walks up to him and places her hands warmly on his face, "Joe.. Look at me.. What happened?" Joe hesitates a bit, being aware that she has a close relationship with the family, and that this could possibly affect her greatly. But then he finally responds, "It's Wrestler.."

“Mr. Marcus, your innovation and vision are exactly the kind of forward thinking Delacroix-Valenci needs as we evolve into the future. I’m thrilled to welcome you onboard.” I tensed. Damien’s next words were smooth, casual, and absolutely soul-shattering. “And of course, most of our old board members and executives know this already, but for those who don’t, Luca isn’t just our new tech partner,” Damien said, “He’s also my younger brother.” “His full name is Luca Marcus Delacroix. But he chose to go by the name, Luca Marcus.” Luca gave a tight lipped smile. There was thick silence.

"Arlene Maxwell, you'd say anything to save your own skin, huh? Nicky went to Happyland today with her best friend, Yvette Myer. I just helped her look up guides last night. Next time, remember to get your story straight before you lie," said Scott Preston. Tricia Connell's voice came through the walkie-talkie. "Arlene, what goes around comes around. Just like how you killed my brother, Jimmy Connell, back then, now you can go die together with that little tramp next to you."

I say, taking the boxes from him and handing them to Julie before we hug, our cozy sweaters matching in color. "That's so thoughtful. The boys will love it," she says to both of us. "That's them, right? Twenty-three and twenty-one?" I ask, nodding toward two familiar-faced boys on the court, and she beams. "Cole's twenty-one, and Eric's twenty-three," she clarifies, and I take note. "We have to leave, though," I tell her, and she frowns, disappointed. Before she can say anything, Bryan leans to my ear, having heard me.

Kane leaned heavily against the wall, gripping my crystal so tightly it trembled in his hand. Suddenly, it lit up again. I glanced over—it was Karl. My third elder brother. Karl, the genius werewolf doctor with eyes as sharp as moonlit blades, could identify any herb by scent alone. Just four days ago, I had found him a rare moonwart, a plant he had searched tirelessly for—hoping to ease the suffering of pack members during the full moon.

Twins… Dean and Sean Covey. Kira’s heart stopped again. Covey brothers were Jared’s best friends. Though Covey brothers were of age now, they were still living in the dormitories because they loved Jared, and Jared loved them. Because the rules of dormitories is that any child of sixteen plus age has to move out, Covey brothers have taken job of cleaning and feeding the children, mainly to stay close to Jared… “Jared,” Kira gasped as she rushed to the rooms and saw Jayden fighting with Jared.