Mas Bro Novels & Stories

Why was everyone harsh today? “I hope you understand. We were hurt and had to go let off some steam. We’re better now and back home. Isn’t that all that matters?” Dad said. He seemed to be more calm and collected than Mom. I shrugged. “I guess,” “Is your brother still here?” Mom asked. I nodded and walked back to the kitchen. Gena was almost done with cooking. “I heard voices. Are your parents back?” She asked. “Yeah,” I replied. ***

I have never worn anything so revealing in my life and I can already tell, just by holding the dress out that my boobs will be showing and most of my thighs. “I thought I was going to have to talk you into this a little more,” Megan laughed. “Don't be afraid. I'm sure your brother will be there and even though he's a jerk, he won't let any else that isn't him or Sean mess with you and I'll have your back. I guess she is right. My brother may like to make stupid remarks about me, but he only allows Sean to go along with it. If anyone else tries, he shuts them down hard. Last year he broke a boy's nose for calling me a tease.

The Beckham Brothers POV Rio entered the dimly lit room, his presence commanding attention as he addressed his six brothers, the notorious Beckham siblings who ruled over the underworld with an iron fist. Nick, Zion, Leo, Theo, Luca, and Dave, each as formidable as the next, turned their attention to Rio as he delivered his news. "I've found the snitch," Rio declared, his voice cutting through the silence like a knife. His brothers leaned in closer, anticipation crackling in the air as they awaited his revelation.

Third Person Point of View Gerald and Gary thought they'd misheard. Murder? Before they could react, Zachary punched them. "You monsters! I'll kill you today!" Fueled by rage, he slammed Gerald to the floor, raining blows with unrestrained fury. Gary rushed forward to intervene, but Zachary's kick sent him crashing into the corner. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. Eventually, the police stepped in and dragged Zachary away. Only then did the brothers exhale in relief.

My brother, Graham Hart, was the villainous second male lead in a romance novel. After the female lead, Celeste Rodgers, faked her death, he spent every day thinking of ways to die for her. But before he could follow through, he got a call from my kindergarten teacher, Carly Rocha. "Are you Mila Hart's brother? Please come to the school. She keeps climbing into the aquarium and pretending to be a goldfish. She says she learned it from you. What exactly is going on?" After that, Graham didn't dare try to kill himself anymore. He had to set a good example for me. Then one day, years later, the school called him in because I had been caught dating a boy with bleached hair. As it turned o

I shake my head hard, fingers clutching the front of his shirt like I might fall if I let go. The sobs keep coming, messy and uncontrolled. The more he tries to soothe me, the heavier the truth becomes. He has no idea. He has absolutely no idea what I’ve done with his brother. "I thought—I thought something happened to you while I was here—" I choke out between sobs. "When I saw the sling—" "It’s nothing serious," Marco murmurs, his hand moving slowly up and down my back. "A clean wound. I’ll heal. You’re safe. That’s all that matters."

“Are you moving in?” “Something like that.” I walk inside and leave the suitcase at the door but inside as I walk to the couch to sit down. Mbuso is watching The Boys. It's a series on Prime Video and it's insane. Don't watch it with your kids just because it has superheros, well more like super villains. “You have a luggage Ave. That sounds like moving in.” He sits down on the couch next to me. I sigh. “Where are your brothers?” I look around but don't spot anyone.

For a few seconds, I froze, my eyes darting from the video to my brother's cock. I finally got over the initial shock, and turned to the side, hoping to ease out the door. But as I did, part of me couldn't help thinking, Mason had pretty big dick. He was a big guy, around 6'2" and an easy 210 pounds with not an ounce of fat on him. His hands were exceptionally large, easily able to palm a basketball, and there was a lot of hard flesh protruding from his big fist. Why the hell I would think that?

“She’ll end up with the meat in the walk-in.” “Fuck you.” He turned away and closed his eyes. “Awww,” he heard Brody, smelling like Axe body spray and sweaty feet, whispering in his ear. “Bro here’s gonna cry. Big ol’ pussy just like his pop-pop.” Wrong again, asshole, he thought. “You know what we do to big ol’ pussies, right, bro?”

V, he was drinking beer and eating hot Cheetos, I grabbed the beer from his hand and gulped it down, “ You good bro?” He said while staring at me with a smirk, “ Never been better.” I said and threw the can on the table, “ I’m gonna do the project at my partners house.” Mas said and I rolled my eyes, “ Why the fu•k are you telling me this?” I asked, “ Just like that.” He said with a smirk, I rolled my eyes again, this fucker is so into s•• and shit, I can’t with him,