Mas Bro Novels & Stories

BROOKS When we left the hospital, Jonah looked at me and said, “What in the hell did you do to my friend Brooks? What happened before you called me and told me to go to her window? Don't say nothing, because your hand is fractured and she is in the hospital with bandages on her wrist and talking about anti-depressants, and before you say it, YES I know what they are." I looked at my 14-year-old brother and said when in the hell did you become so grown? He said,

When she found them, she gave them a wave in which only Bryce returned (Trevor and Chase were too busy chatting to notice Brooke's vigorous waving), "there." "That means we'll be able to leave soon," I nodded, mentally noting that we were now only waiting for Maybelle and Grace, and whoever Clayton convinced to come. "I better get back to the boys," Brooke said, looking back at Trevor, Chase, and Bryce, who were all currently in some sort of battle between who had bigger muscles. Bryce had his shirt sleeve rolled back, and was flexing his arm right in Chase's face, who glowered at him, impatiently waiting for his own turn to show off his muscles. Brooke rolled her eyes and turned to me, an e

Heartbroken, I stared at my door when I heard a knock. I looked at the monitor and saw Lucas standing in front of the door. "Come in, Lucas," I said and he slowly opened the door, he peeked inside, before he came in, weird! "Sir, your brother is here," Lucas said, one of my betas, a devoted man I ever met. He was older than me and he was the one with me in my entire existence here, on human territory. I respected him a lot and will always be. I'm thankful that I had someone who was the same as me here, a werewolf.

There are at least fifty people crammed into our apartment. Probably more. Will wraps his arm around my waist, guiding me toward the kitchen. My brother is standing in front of the keg, helping hold a guy upside down. They’re all shouting Chug! Chug! Chug! When Adam drops him, he stumbles against the cabinet and laughs hysterically. It's straight out of some lame college movie.

He mocked “Don’t forget, to get one like Anna,” He teased me “I will! Or maybe I’ll ask Anna to take me as her second husband,” I replied him back “Fuck you! Well, I will pay people to throw you to Alcatraz,” His expression turned cold “Ohhhh!!! Seriously, chill, duh!” I hit his upper arm and he laughed “I’m happy! I’m happy right now! I like it, seeing both of you survive in the end. That bitch is a curse!” Brian turned to me

“Do you know how insane this is? I had sex with my brothers.” “No, you didn’t,” I smile softly, lifting myself from Kane and wrapping the towel around me. “Technically, you didn’t even have sex. You went to third base with me. You didn’t touch anything or anyone but me.” “I don’t care how you spin it, it’s weird,” Mason frowns, pushing his fingers through his long hair.

But the moment the door shut behind me, I bolted through the halls toward the hotel rooms upstairs. - I had just done something incredibly stupid. I'd handed my brother, Ryan Cobbett, that glass of drugged wine myself. His eyes were already red when he looked at me, asking if he really had to drink it. I was cruel enough to smile and say, "Of course. If you don't drink it, I'll drink it for you." He couldn't fight me when I was risking myself. He'd always been helpless against my stubbornness. So he took the glass and downed it in one go.

That’s ridiculous. “Why? I still don’t get why you hate your stepbrother that much. I mean, come on, he’s actually hot. He’s got total daddy vibes.” He smirked naughtily. I rolled my eyes at him. This damn gay guy. Franco and I have always been open about our sexual orientations. We’re both into men and women. But given how close we are, I still haven’t told him about Kayden and my little dirty secret. I don’t think I’ll ever tell him, though.

My blood boiled. I remembered his moans. How tight he was around me. The way he bit my throat. The way he called me "brother" in that voice....not innocent, not cruel, but something sinful in between. Like he wanted me to feel every inch of that word, even as I ruined him from the inside. I wanted to forget. I did. But the more I fought it, the more my body betrayed me. My cock hardened with memory, even now, even in pain, even soaked in shame.

Does my own brother not pick up his phone for anyone but his little gang members? I glance at Mason, who's engrossed in his book. "Hey, Mason. Do you know where my brother is?" I ask, trying to sound like I'm inquiring innocently. Maybe since he's talking to me, he's willing to give up information that the others won't. He glances up from his book, his eyes narrowed. "I'm not inclined to say," he replies stoically. Fuck.