Kath Melendez Brother Novels & Stories

“Seriously? Your sister is too feisty to be kidnapped. I am pretty sure that she would kick my balls. I am not making this up, she has threatened to do it before.” “Keano!” I exclaim. I can’t believe that he is telling my brother that. “Akela?” Kanye calls out. He must have heard me exclaim. I take the phone from Keano and let out a sigh. “Hi, Brother. I am fine.” “Really?” “Yes, really.” “You have been gone for hours,” he points out. “I know. Keano and I had a lot to talk about.” “On a first name bases now I see,” Kanye teases, making me blush.

And as she lay down, staring at the ceiling, she realized something else: this wasn’t over. It was just the beginning. Her best friend's brother was prohibited.

I said slowly, “that we just broke into your old roommate’s million-dollar beach house?” “Not broke in,” Ethan corrected, voice calm. Too calm. “Borrowed. Temporarily. He’s in Spain for the next three months shooting that documentary. House sits empty. We’re just… house-sitting.” “Without telling him,” I pointed out. Noah shrugged. “He’d say yes if he was around to ask. Probably. Anyway, we’re here now. No point crying over un-sent texts.” I stared at my brother like he’d grown a second head. Noah had always been reckless—jumping off roofs into pools, sneaking into concerts, the whole cliché—but this felt different. This felt like actual trespassing. With consequences.

"You owe me an apology and forty-seven new crystals." She heard him crouch beside her. She did not look at him. "I know who you are," she said when the silence stretched too long. "Cool." "Adrian Hale. Julian's brother. You play quarterback, you've been suspended twice, and your grandmother runs the family's business interests, which some people call "creative accounting" and others call "organised crime." I know exactly who you are, and I'm not afraid of you." A pause. "You should be," he said. His voice had dropped, not louder but more present. It was taking up more room. "A bookworm like you stays out of my way. Clear?"

I could tell they had all put on their best outfits to come here, but we still looked so out of place. Even the cum-stained gown I wore yesterday suddenly felt better than the woolen kirtle my mom made me change into. “Beta.” I heard Kai’s father’s voice, and my head snapped toward him so fast. His wife was beside him, her eyes bloodshot and swollen from crying, while our head warrior marched toward my father. But there was still no Kai. ”Where’s Kai—” I started to say, but my brother shoved me toward my mate. ”Just go with him, Nyx. You’ve done enough harm,” my older brother, Ares, said, shaking his head in pure disappointment.

At the mention of his brother, tears gathered in his eyes. I didn't know he had a brother as a matter of fact I have never heard of Jaylen's brother apart from Vegas. "I'm so sorry," my voice held sympathy for him. "I know someone who can do it, "Jaylen whispered, as if afraid to talk. "Who?" I asked because I didn't understand why he was telling me from the start. "Marissa's daughter, Vegas' biological sister and my step-sister," Jaylen found it hard to get out of his mouth.

“It’s good to let it out. Don’t keep it all in, or it’ll drive you nuts. There’s one more thing you may not know, but Ethan… His surname was supposed to be Tremont. He’s a Tremont. He’s Mark’s half-brother. Their lives are wildly different, which is how Ethan ended up on the wrong path. It’s not entirely his fault. It’s best to pretend that Ethan Connor is dead and see him as Alejandro Smith instead. Don’t mention these sensitive issues to him.” Melanie was shocked. “What? Are you saying… that Alejandro… is Mark Tremont’s half-brother? You must be exaggerating. How much did he have to go through to turn into Alejandro Smith?” Tiffany sighed. “Too much. I’ll never be able to summarize it clea

Sarah: "Where's he? Where's my big brother? I miss him. Do you know where my big brother is?" She touched my hand and held it tight. "Please.." "Hey, calm down Melissa." Hayden said, but she didn't listen to him. I didn't know what to say. I was starting to regret what happened to Clark. He deserves death, but what about his sister? Will she ever be the same again? How hard would it be when she finds out that Clark's gone for good.

We were one of those peaceful packs, though we had alliances but we tried to stay neutral. Walking into the packhouse, we were greeted by my father's beta, Alex. He smiled at us and gave Mel a hug, ooh I forgot to mention that my best friend is the Beta's daughter. Unlike me who is an only child, she has an older brother named Kyle 23 and he was the future beta. 'Where are you headed, Pops?’ Mel asked her father. 'Pack business, take care of yourself sweetie, see you later at home’ her father replied waving goodbye to the both of us.

A pretty brown-skinned woman opens the door saying, "I'm Kendra, how may I help you?" Melanie stutters, "H-Hello. I'm Melanie Knight, and my father is Zebedee Lowry. Are you my mother?" Momentarily, Kendra stood motionless and wide-eyed. Clearing her throat, she asks, "Melanie? Is that really you?" Wiping away a tear, Melanie nods. Kendra's tears flow as she looks at me. I greet, "Hi, Ms. Wane. I'm Melanie's friend, Ajay." Kendra welcomed us inside and introduced her son. "Liam, this is your sister, Melanie."