Michael Afton Little Brother Name Novels & Stories

“I know this is completely unexpected, but we can take our time. September is still seven months away.” “When did you plan to tell your parents?” he asked. “My brothers both live here, so I guess it depends on Wyatt’s schedule.” He scrunched his brow. “Wyatt?” “My little brother. He’s the baseball player.” He nodded. “How many brothers again?” While I’d mentioned the two heathens, I hadn’t gone much into depth besides telling him one was a baseball player. “One more—Carson. He’s two years older than me.” He contemplated my brother situation. “So one experienced bat handler and an older brother to contend with.”

I turn around and walk back to his room, only to find my brother hopelessly flirting with my mate. "Well most people call me Michael, but you can call me tonight," He says, wriggling his eyebrows. Grayson scoffs. "Aren't you like, 8?" She asks. "I'm 12, almost 13. What about you babe?" He replies. "Well, let's just say that I'm too old for you," She smirks. "Wouldn't you want to be with someone like me? Alpha blood, good looks, and money?" He continues to flirt.

Something about his expression - the smile, maybe, or the arch of his eyebrows - strikes me as familiar, and I realize why. "Oh," I say. "You're Rafe's brother." Before I came here, Cynthia gave me a rundown of the rest of the Fontaines - not only Rafe's famous parents, but his three famous brothers. She flipped through her old issues of Celebrity Spark to find me pictures of all of them. I should have recognized Luca immediately - especially when I heard his unusual name. To be fair, the picture in Cynthia's magazine didn't even begin to do him justice.

“But Michael hasn’t returned yet. I expect he’ll be back after dinner if that’s not too—” Alexander waved off her concern before she could finish. “It’s fine. I know he’s busy. Please let Mother know we’re here.” “Of course, sir,” Hazel said with a nod. “Please, make yourselves at home in the meantime.” As Hazel departed, I looked at Alexander curiously. “Michael?” “My younger brother,” he said, leading me further into the house. “Oh, of course,” I said, shaking my head at my own oversight. I’d only ever seen Alexander’s brother referred to as Mikey Black in old news reports. Of course he wouldn’t use the childish nickname now.

My heart clenches with envy and pride at the new addition. "Everyone I would like for you to meet, Michael Matthews. Named after his late Uncle Mike," Scott says, passing the bundle to his sister's arms who is openly crying. A knife twists in my stomach. Happiness and grief pushes through the room. Mike. We all pass Little Mike around. Each one of us shed a few tears of pure happiness. Another Mike in the world. Another Mike that will grow up to love Moira.

He then clears his throat like he is preparing me for what is to come, “My name is Micheal. Micheal Hanson. But since we are siblings, you can call me Mike.”

The spirit threw his head back and laughed, the handful of spirits echoing him. "Kill... you? No, of course not." he said, and his form shifted. He now looked alive, and she was right that he resembled a much younger version of Michael. "Pardon my manners and I apologize for giving you such a fright. My name... is Lucas de Almeida Royston." "Lucas..." she muttered. Then it her. "You're Michael's younger brother?" He nodded. "Yes indeed." he said. "Sadly no one knows about me too much, so it's quite an honor you are aware of my presence. Now who might you be? You look... familiar."

He directed a look at Micheal who snorted ridiculously before he sat up. “As you know, my name is Micheal Hart. I am your sister’s—” “I want to know who you are.” Alec cut in. “There is no way I would allow a random man to be around my sister especially when she has little kids around her.” His jaw hardened. He always did anytime he thought about me. Micheal went on to convince him even though I tried to tell him that it was not needed. Even after everything Micheal had said— the company he owned and where he lived— my brother still found him fishy.

Just as we approached what I presumed was his locker, a chestnut brown haired boy came into view, he was leaning against the locker, typing away on his phone. "What are you doing here?" Joshua asked his twin brother. Micheal looked up and beamed at him. Then, taking me by complete surprise, once again, he beamed at me. Or at least in my direction. I turned around to make sure there was no one behind me before looking back at him in confusion. He pushed himself off his locker and walked towards me. "Hey, Crystal, right? I don't think we've officially met." He stretched out his hand. "I'm Micheal Melrose - Josh's brother, I mean obviously - but my friends call me Mikey."

Sport and politics, I'm super glad I'm inside. Amanda comes skipping into the kitchen, trailed by Patrick and Mike. Mike is her little brother that we named after my stepdad, he popped out two years after we had Amanda.Patrick is Knight and Tommy's adopted kid who they named after Tommy's father, I’m so glad they were able to give him a home.