Michael Afton Brother Novels & Stories

He hides it to his chest and rushes with it to his shelves. " Whose photo is that ?", I ask Michael confused. " My brother's.", he says from his shelves. " Oh..you have a brother ?", I ask him. He told me he only has an elder sister. " Yeah..his brother died three years ago.", Grace answers my question. What !? He had a brother and he died ? But Michael didn't tell me that. And he told it to Grace whom he only met yesterday. I look at Michael and see him biting down on his bottom lip whilst closing the shelves. I feel really bad for him. It's really terrible to lose a sibling. Michael has suffered way more than I expected. I want to protect this boy at any cost.

“That was my elder brother and his wife.” Mike’s eyes widened. He never knew they had an extended family. His father hardly talked about their family. He held Mike’s hand. “I lost them to an accident years ago. I really missed my brother a lot. He was the owner of Afonso’s group of companies. But, they were not just my family, Mike. They were your family too. They were your real parents.”

It had to be. “What is it, dear?” my mother asked, seeing the shift in him. “Brian was Michael’s younger brother,” he said slowly, thinking aloud. “There’s a four-year age gap between them if I remember correctly.” I could see the conclusion forming in his mind. And it wasn’t good. “There’s no way Natalie is the first daughter of the Pierce family,” he said, voice rising with barely checked anger. “She’s not Michael’s. She’s Brian’s.” He stared ahead like the pieces were slotting together, the betrayal taking form.

A condition that Michael would always remember him as his brother and not just the second son of his father that he wants to kill. Since he had been a kid, he spent almost all of his childhood in California, where he had no friends. His teenage life got wasted in Spain where he was also not allowed to have any other person except his brother. An accident occurred and it lead to the mysterious death of his beloved brother. He lost all hope because his mother died few months before his brother. Bringing Michael Into his life had been like a pinch of salt, added into his injury. Michael would bully him, beat him up, and end up acting like it was nothing to apologize for. It took him an extra fe

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.”

Ronan glanced at him briefly, like he was checking whether the alcohol had finally dissolved the man’s brain. Then he turned away again without responding. “And now,” Micheal went on. “Your brother’s in the city and he’s going after Atlas’s baby mama. AKA,your wife’s sister.” Ronan’s jaw tightened as Micheal burst into laughter. “Fuck, dude.” He lifted the glass again. “Your life is cinema right now.” He laughed again. “Look, I’m not here to gossip with you.” Ronan finally muttered, sitting forward. “I let you come here so we can talk.”

"I've been waiting a long time." Adrian stared at him. "Who are you?" "Michael Blackwood. Your father's firstborn." The man stood up. "Your half-brother." My mind reeled. Adrian had a brother? A family member he'd never mentioned? Never known about? "That's impossible," Adrian said. "My father never—" "Your father had many secrets, Adrian. I was one of them." Michael walked around the desk. "Born five years before you. Different mother. Inconvenient timing for a man building his empire."

“You told me she had no one that would be looking to avenge her, but she had a brother.” The older man stared at me with his mouth half-open, and for the first time in as long as we had known each other, I could read the emotion that fluttered across his face. It was regret, and a beat passed before he finally responded. “Foster brother,” he corrected weakly. Michael’s eyes flickered up to mine briefly before sliding away, and he swallowed before continuing. “Jasper was her foster brother. At the time of her death, they hadn’t spoken in years… and I assumed that he would want nothing to do with her after the last argument they had. I—”

"Half-brother? I've never had a half-brother. Are you sure you heard that right?" Brianna nodded, her voice choked with emotion. "He mentioned Derek Foster, the owner of Reverie Entertainment. Apparently, Michael is Derek's step-brother, and he doesn't want his illegitimate status revealed." Jack's mind raced as he processed the intricate web of deceit surrounding Michael Foster's claim. Derek Foster, the owner of Reverie Entertainment, was an Alpha, and Michael was his step-brother? The pieces didn't fit together in Jack's understanding of his father's affairs.

he asked next. "Then, one day a 25 year old boy appeared saying he's your brother. Or shall I say half brother. He claimed you as his brother and brought you home. Then, after a month he leave you in your house. After that he didn't come back anymore. And you used to live in your house alone. You continued schooling and we became friends until now," Michael recounted. "Brother Regor, he took me and put me in the house and then didn't come back. He's bad," he whispered then clapped his hands in rage.