Little Brother Novels & Stories

"Before you jump into the 'why didn't you tell me sooner' spiel, I knew you'd run off to spend the night and day with Isla. That's why I dropped it on you now." She had a point. If given the choice, I'd rather chill at Isla's than go to this sudden family gathering. Like, seriously, what's the big deal? Coby and I already knew each other. This whole shebang seemed set up for that little demon—yeah, I'd nicknamed him that. Coby's kid, Damien or whatever, is around eleven or twelve, I guess. I was too busy on my phone when Mom mentioned him. But here's the problem —the new brother.

The one with the blue eyes leaned closer, intrigued. "Yup! Adrian is my brother." That came out wrongly. I didn't mean to say it like that, I could have added that he was my stepbrother. I was going to be in his bad book if he learned that I was using him to make friends. But that didn't matter as much as what Felicia, my new friend with charming blue eyes, said. "Please sit, Jane. And welcome to our little circle.”

"It started a long time ago. Years ago. I had a younger brother. We were in school. The same school as Laura and her sister, Star." He took a deep breath, and when he spoke again, his voice was thick with old pain. "My brother, he liked Star. He really liked her. But Star... she was cruel. She was popular, beautiful. She turned him down. Over and over. She laughed at him. She made him feel small."

I know that voice instantly. Lucas. My chest tightens painfully. “She needs you,” he continues, and I hear the slight shake in his voice now. “We love you. We would never hurt you or her. We are your brothers.” A weak, broken smile pulls at my mouth before I can stop it. Lucas. My little brother. I remember him small enough to fit against my chest while I carried him through the woods. I remember sitting beside his bed during storms because thunder terrified him when he was young. I remember rocking him back and forth when nightmares woke him crying in the middle of the night.

Telling me to let go? No, this is for an eight year old me. The little girl who walked in on her supposed big brother butchering her mother like a pig, without mercy. The audacity to turn back around and try to ‘raise’ us, be the best big brother ever. Hilarious!

she said, casting a look at her brother, who squinted his eyes. “I'm always cool,” Vincent defended. “You look beautiful too, Morty. I've missed you,” Nica said. Morticia careful carried Bran, Vincent’s youngest son, and greeted little Evan, holding and taking them in further. “So you did it, huh?” Vincent sighed as he approached Klaus, who was chatting with Ava. “This is weird, but congratulations,” he grinned and hugged his best friend. “I missed you, brother,” Klaus said. Vincent lowered his voice. “And yet you didn't invite me for the fight you had not too long ago.”

he said, the corners of his mouth twitching. Big brother? Wait, he can’t be? “I’m Xavier, Christopher’s younger brother.” Oh shit.

I finally looked up at him and smiled. “How little do you think of me, little brother.” “What?” I leaned forward slightly, resting my elbows on my knees. “Do you really think your big sister would believe the words of others?” Why would my amazing little brother ever do that? He knows too well that I’d beat his ass if he did.” For a moment, he just stared at me, his lips slowly curving as that familiar, boyish smile returned. “Right, I wouldn’t want to get my ass beaten.”

(Eleven years ago) Grayson I put a bullet through my brother's head and watch the life bleed out of his eyes. I wait, just to be sure he's not getting back up. Sixteen years old, and I've already learned not to take chances. Not to miss—even an inch. That was the last Reaper who betrayed us. The last snake in the clubhouse pretending to wear the same patch as me. Everyone else is gone. All that's left is my father.

Gideon wouldn't even be part of the equation. He said, "Gideon's only a month older than you. He's technically your older brother, but back then, he was always the smallest and skinniest among us. You could push him around however you wanted. Remember the first time you two met? He gave you that tiny kite he'd made himself.