Melanie Martinez Brother Novels & Stories

“I don’t want to see him.” McKenzie rolled her eyes, waving me off. “Go home, curl up in your cotton panties, and hide under a blanket then.” She smirked, clearly thinking this was all a joke. My patience snapped. “That man you saw is Byron’s brother.” Her face shifted into surprise. “Wait, Byron has a brother? Why are you acting like he’s the devil or something?” “He’s worse,” I said, the words slipping out before I could stop them. She frowned, clearly caught off guard.

“Then you don't need to ask how I could marry Axel. Our relationship is over. Let’s just mind our own business. You have a wife now, don't you? Why bother coming to my house and asking questions that are no longer your right to ask?” “He is my brother, Adeline!” Julian’s voice rose. “Are you insane? The mirror in your room is large enough—take a good look at yourself. You aren't worthy... you’re a wild woman who frequented clubs and drank, and yet you want to stand beside my brother?” Adeline offered a bitter smile, though her heart ached being reminded of her troubled past.

Right in front of me stood the man from the night, the one who took his time to ruin me in and out even if I could barely recall his name. I thought my heart had already gone through its strain this week, but nothing could have prepared me for what I heard next. “Please meet Ezekiel– my brother,”

“Will do Ink.” I hung up the phone and decided to call work, I needed to ask for a few weeks. They didn’t know of our situation, that it was just us. I scrolled through my contacts until I got to ‘work’. I pressed call and waited for somebody to pick up. It was still early, but some of the office started at 6, so I still should be able to get someone. “Mr. Bradford’s office, Melanie speaking, how can I help?” “Melanie, it is Julia. My brother was hurt yesterday and is in hospital. I won’t be in for the next for weeks because he hasn’t got anyone else to look after him. He was shot.”

"This is my wife Taryn and our son, Tyler. Taryn honey, this is my little brother Mario." Mario hugged her in greeting, admiring at what his bigger brother had accomplished. He then turned towards his younger sister, Melanie, who was alone. "Hi there, Mario." She said heartedly, hugging him close. "It's been so long since we last saw you, how have you been?" Mario nodded, agreeing with his sister. "I've been pretty good, I suppose. I see you grew up real nicely, Mel." He looked down on her. "You were only 11 when I left, and I'm proud you've become a young woman."

I appeared on top of my little sister's bed. “This room is familiar to you right?". Melanie asked with a whisper in my ears. I held Melanie's neck and pressed on it. Instead of Melanie screaming for pain she was busy laughing like a maniac. “Do you think you can hurt me? Well my powers are beyond you, so you better behave yourself or else, I will take you back to my brother and he will teach you a proper lesson”. Melanie said in an irritated tone. “What did you and your brother do to my Jade?". I asked Melanie who smiled at me.

Gemma said. Melanie’s eyes slightly narrowed. No wonder. Grant wasn’t someone this romantic. Could it be that an “expert” had been giving him hints? “Alright, thanks. I’ll keep an eye out,” Melanie said. “There’s something else. My brother is asthmatic. Since there are no other family members around, can you keep an eye on him?” Gemma also had her own little plans. Melanie agreed to it, telling Gemma not to worry.

"I know that and trust me, mel feels the same way and she's going to do the right thing" "She's a good girl and you better treat her well. I promised to be her brother, remember? " he inquires raising his brows Brother. Of course, I remember when I sent him to check on her and he was so delighted when he came back. He has no family left and if the idea of being her brother makes him happy, it's okay with me. Plus it will be good to have someone watching out for her too. My mate can use a brother. What he says is true though, but I want Melanie all to myself.

“Just watching you sleep. Making sure you’re really here. That yesterday really happened.” “It did,” I said, drawing little circles on his chest. “All of it. Selene. George. Everything.” His arm got tighter around me. “How are you feeling? That’s a lot to take in one day.” How was I feeling? I didn’t even know where to start. “Mixed up. Thankful. Scared. Happy.” I stopped for a second. “I have a brother, Dane. A real twin. He was out there my whole life and I never knew.”

“We’ve received complaints that your involvement has incited unrest. There’s concern your personal history is influencing the youth under your care.” “I hope so,” I said. “I hope they see that even if you’re trapped in a gilded cage, you can still break the lock.” A murmur went through the room. “You’re provoking,” the first man snapped. “I’m existing,” I snapped back. That’s when Jaxon stood. And the room froze. “If I may,” he said, voice deep and steady. The board chair narrowed his eyes. “And you are?” “Jaxon Black. Registered Alpha. Business owner. Protective guardian of Elara Sloane.” He looked around. “And the brother of the man you’re all too afraid to name.”