Michael Afton Little Brother Name Novels & Stories

I sit up slowly. Samuel Thomas. Michael’s younger brother. The black sheep. The one who walked out of this family three years ago after a fight so ugly it left scorch marks on everything, walked straight out the front door of this penthouse into a December night without his coat and got on a plane to Paris and did not look back.

“How did you find it? Meeting my family?” “I like your mom. Adam and Carter are pleasant, so I’m not surprised you’re such a gentleman. You have a wonderful family, Jules.” His mouth curls up. “Jules?” “That’s what they call you.” “Well, that’s not everything.” He smirks, shaking his head. “Wait till you meet Rafe.” I raise my gaze at him. “Why?” “He’s... uptight.” “Really?” “I suppose I haven’t told you yet. Rafe had a twin brother. Mikhail.”

He was already exhibiting the signs of leadership. Dayton Junior. He felt his heart twist again, guilt rushing through him in a strong wave. Aaron had named his oldest son after him. His brother had mentioned he had three children but had never given any real information about them, just that he had two boys and a girl. He'd known why Aaron had held back. His brother had hoped curiosity would be the key to making Dayton respond to one of his emails. It hadn't, so now he felt that he was discovering them for the very first time.

“That is good.” “I want to become a warrior, a fighter,” Michael says. “That is good.” “The alpha says you have other siblings.“ He says. “Yes, I have another brother, Noah, and two sisters Nadia and Nora,” I tell him. “I always thought about how it would be to have siblings,” he says, and I laugh a little.

Gina said, bending slightly, “I’m Auntie Gina.” “I don’t know you so I can't call you Auntie,” Michael said, perfectly polite. “But welcome.” Mex stuck out a hand at grown up height. “I’m Mex,” he said. “Short for… Mex.” He smiled. “This is my brother, Michael. Short for Michael.” Gina blinked, then laughed, “You’re adorable,” she said. Michael looked at me. “We can’t control that,” he said gravely. “It’s genetic.”

Elara liked that more than she wanted to admit. She took notes carefully, though she couldn’t have said later what exactly she was writing. Her attention kept drifting, not to his mouth, not to his hands, but to his face. The lines of it. The structure. The way his expressions moved like he was used to being observed. And then, without warning, a thought slipped into her mind so cleanly it startled her. He looks like my brother. The realization didn’t land like a shock. It settled…heavy, uneasy. She blinked and pushed it away immediately.

"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."

Of course, he was much taller than me. I was just 5’7” while he was likely 6’3” or more. “I didn't catch your name yesterday,” I mentioned. “Hmm. It's Jaxon… Jaxon West, Liam is my younger brother.” He announced. My jaw dropped. “What? Liam never told me he had a brother,” I blurted. “Ah, of course. I didn't imagine he had a lot to say about me. Liam and I don't have the best of relationships,” he replied.

Nick said as a matter of fact. Gasping my eyes shot up to meet his, I just stood there with my mouth gaping, confusion spread all over my face, “Sister?” nodding Nick smirked, “Yip, Len is Rafe’s little sister,” I turned my head back in astonishment to stare at Rafe who merely shrugged with a smile, “As I said, the start of a beautiful friendship,” He said grinning at me. I was about to give Rafe a piece of my mind when Nick again grabbed my wrist as he started pulling me in a direction away from everyone else,

“Rafe,” Victor says, putting out a hand to shake his brothers. “I’d like you to meet Evelyn Ortega, and, of course, my boys, Alvin and Ian Ortega.” Ian boldy steps forward and holds out his hand. “Nice to meet you, sir.” Rafe takes Ian’s hand and laughs, charmed. “Well, very nice to meet you too, sir. And which one are you?” “I am Ian,” Ian says firmly, and then puts an arm around his brother’s shoulders, pulling him forward a step. “This is my brother Alvin. He’s a little shy.”