Mas Bro Novels & Stories

“Plus someone’s gotta make sure you don’t do something stupid when it gets ugly.” George didn’t even open his mouth. Just crossed his arms and widened his stance. Message received. “I’ll stay, Alpha.” Marcus Jr. came out of the trees. Kid’s only twenty-two, but he fights like he’s got nothing to lose. “My dad’s back at the house. He’d want me here, keeping the Luna safe.” Elena stepped up next—tough as nails, more scars than skin some days. Then Kade, built like a damn tank, the kind of wolf who smiles when he’s outnumbered.

I said as we danced around the bonfires. This was so much fun or at least it would be if Mason wasn't trying to choke Carlos with his eyes. “You can aways transfer here. My sister did.” “No. I love Malibu, but it's a very distracting place. I need to focus if I'm going to come out as an Honor student.” “Mason mentioned you were smart. Hot.” “Indeed.” I smiled. Carlos looked over at Mason and his eyes were practically throwing daggers at him “Your brother seems oddly overprotective.”

“Tell your little brother I'm about to suck your cock right in front of him.” Little. Brother. Suck his cock? Mason exploded. “I said fuck off!” His hand shot out, grabbing the lady and shoving her away from Ste-phen. She gasped as she staggered. Mason glared at the second lady. “Let go of him!” he spat, but she didn't move. Mason marched forward, removing his hold from Ste-phen and standing in front of him as if protecting his property. “What the hell is wrong with you?” the first lady snapped.

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.”

"Do you want to see?" Liv sucked in a breath before a shy smile tugged at her own lips. She nodded. Brodi stood and whipped off his mossy green henley exposing his superhero-sized chest with a large howling wolf's head covering his right pec and shoulder. When his fingers undid the button of his jeans, Liv threw a hand over her eyes. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! Why are you going all Magic Mike on me?" Brodi stopped and cocked his head inquiringly at her. "Who is this Magic Mike?"

It was faint, but it was there, just like the moment I had noticed my hearing was improving that day at camp all those weeks ago. I furrowed my brow, still blinking at my brother. Could it be…? “Eric, you asshole!” a shrill voice suddenly cried out. “You stood me up!”

Laina went to sit with the girls at the registration table, while Mason made his way over to me and Benji. Mason pointed at my face. “So those assholes really did fuck you up, huh?” I rubbed my jaw absently. “It’s not as bad as it looks.” “I hear most of the damage is under your shirt,” Benji said quietly. Mason sighed. “Fucking bastards. We have your back, man. You don’t have to deal with this alone. You were there for me when I needed someone in my corner. The least I can do is repay the favor.” He wrapped an arm around my shoulders and jostled me around in an annoying, older brother fashion. It hurt my ribs, and I hid my grimace. “Besides, that’s what big brothers are for, isn’t it?”

Luthor’s POV “Fuck your sister is a little scary” says Brody next to me, “Is it wrong that it’s a little hot?” “She’s 18 and bonded man” I say smacking him around the back of his head. I will agree with the first part though. I realise how lucky my brothers and I were to escape the last week with all our limbs intact and body hair still in place.

Jamie peeked at her son’s room. "No Ma, we’re not fighting. We were just goofing around. You know, what brothers do the most with each other. As you see Ma you have two boys. Though the other one is not really a boy—not a straight boy. So you shouldn’t have to worry about us 'fighting'" Marcus secretly scoffs at his brother.

As my gaze focused on his face, I noticed the scar I had inflicted on him had already vanished, a clear indication that these bastards possessed formidable healing abilities. "Considering how you both advise me to give zero fucks about my dad's life, it seems like you've long abandoned your poor family to die all alone. Who knows, you might have even killed your own father," I chuckled, the bitterness seeping into my voice. "Fucking pieces of shit!" Matteo's jaw clenched tightly, his teeth grinding together in frustration. He appeared to be teetering on the edge of losing control.