Lab Rats Brothers Novels & Stories

Lorenzo POV Waking into the basement were we kept our cells for our enemies, rats and people who try’s to cross me. As soon as I walked in I was hit with the smell of blood one of my favorite smells. Walking to cell number 208 I opened the cell door in there was a man that was badly beaten. My men had fun with I can tell. Walking in I saw that my brothers were already there. I have two brothers Angelo and Luca. I was the oldest out of the marchetti brothers. Then there was Luca the middle child and then Angelo the youngest.

A risk to the family reputation. Adrian noticed my reaction. His jaw tightened. His hand tightened around mine. "The Vance name isn't more important than a human being." Silence fell over the room. Nobody moved. Nobody spoke. The weight of what Adrian had just said hung in the air between us. I stared at him. For the first time since this nightmare began—since Liam's betrayal, the pregnancy revelation, the threat, and now this humiliation—Adrian was the only person in that room who didn't look at me like I was something shameful. Something to be hidden away.

“Nothing. Don’t mind me. And yeah, maybe I’m slowly accepting him into our lives. After all, I can’t do anything about what’s already done, like you said before, right?” Phew! I thought he meant something else. “That’s good. I really think you two would make good brothers if you grew closer.” Brothers, my ass. That’s literally my boyfriend. We spent the morning golfing before heading to a restaurant for lunch afterward. Franco turned out to be surprisingly competitive, and by the end of the game, he wouldn’t stop bragging about beating me on one hole. “It was literally one shot,” I reminded him while cutting into my steak. “A win is a win,” he said proudly.

"Be careful. You never know what might happen tomorrow." Boaz laughs. "Well, I know what happens today. Both you and I, we’re out of the night shifters." I look away and rub my temple. "What do you have?" He drops a file onto the table. "A picture, yearbook and a record from the St. Louis hospital of an abortion performed that shows your girl and your brother go way back." He leans forward, his eyes gleaming."Since High school." I take the envelope and start flipping through it. My frown deepens when I see the familiar yearbook photo. "And?"

Nelson was Benjamin's younger brother who loved and married Catherine's younger sister. "Mr. Stark, it cannot be a mistake. The DNA match between Ms. Catherine and Ms. Iris was matched 25%. That rate of matching DNA imprints can only be possible between siblings or close family members. We don't have the real DNA sample of your brother or his wife to perform a paternity test. So only the Jones can tell us the truth now. It was clear that Ms. Iris is not their real daughter. Its all over the internet. I strongly suspect that Ms. Iris is a Stark. Your brothers daughter" the doctor believed strongly.

They are indeed SIBLINGS but their love is not a FORBIDDEN LOVE. THE END. Hello everyone, thank you so much for reading this book. I hope you enjoyed it. I will like you to know that I have other stories here, I hope you can try them out to see if you love them. Thank you again :)

"Mum I really don't understand what is going on here. Doctor Rivera never told me I had a brother" "What do you mean?" Patricia asked. "I mean after my treatment I had amnesia for a few days and during those days, doctor Rivera helped me get my memories back by talking about you two and showing me pictures of the two of you and gradually, my memories return. not once did doctor Rivera mention a brother to me. This is my first time hearing about this" her eyes met Andrew's and they were filled with curiosity. The parents ran out of things to say. They wondered why the doctor didn't tell them about this "let's get home first then we can talk about it properly" Dan suggested.

The experiments are getting more extreme as we get older. Last month was the last straw; we can no longer stay in this lab. We are used to the experiments, it’s why they bred us here but last month, they gave us a drug that made us all turn on each other. We are best friends, more like family. We aren’t allowed to talk to any other wolf here and we don’t have parents. The drug forced us to try to tear each other apart; all just for their sick games. Colt is already weak from what they give him and he almost died.

JASON I was in the midst of an engaging discussion with my brothers Jake, Ethan, and Mason, when I suddenly heard an uproar in the hallway. Without hesitation, I excused myself from the conversation, my curiosity piqued by the commotion. As I approached the source of the noise, my heart pounded in my chest, uncertain of what to expect.

My four stepbrothers. And for the first time in two years, my wolf surged to the surface, howling.