Ned Stark Brother Novels & Stories

Blood rushed faster through my veins and I found wished I could find whoever that was that called him a simp, then show him what a real simp looks like. “He… they were stepping on him. So I stepped in and helped him.” I replied nonchalantly with a shrug of my shoulder, praying that they would buy it and get off my case. I added up by throwing his phone to the table in front of me before focusing on my laptop in front of me, but it was nearly impossible. There was no focusing, not after reading the things I have read. What if he saw them? What was he thinking of me right? Was he expecting me to step up and call out the one who posted that picture? Clear our relationship and tell the whole wor

he gave Ricardo a handshake. His Mother led me to the dining room and gestured for me to sit on the chair next to the one Ricardo sat on. His grandmother was now sitting too and I was between both Ricardo and her. “Welcome” it was a calm voice this time. I looked to the direction it came from and saw a young man with dark blonde curly hair. “This is my brother Luca. Luca, this is Odessa” He looked awfully familiar, but I couldn't remember where I'd seen him before.

“The least you can do is be around.” “Oh.” There was this look in her eyes and I nodded. “I'm sorry. I'm never leaving you, again.” “I heard someone say your brother is here. I thought you said Derrick wasn't around??? Is she feeling nervous because of Derrick? “He isn't,” I affirmed. “Uh.. I have another brother.” “You what???” How come Derrick never told her? “Half-brother,” I added, but he's pretty much like Derrick. “So he's an asshole.” she nodded calmly. “Gotten.”

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.

“He wasn’t there! His secretary said he’d stepped out.” I nodded slowly. “Oh really?” “Yes!” she continued, “So I called him. And do you know what he said?” My palms were sweating, and my heartbeat slammed in my ears. “He said he was on a date.” She dragged out the last word dramatically. “A date Lin! My brother went on a date! Ethan! A date! I’m still surprised.” I forced a smile. “Wow… that’s nice.” I took a long sip of the wine to hide my expression.

Ben replied, "He said… Unless Ms. Maegan is dead, don't bother him." For a second, Peter just stared, as if he couldn't believe what he had heard. Don't bother him unless she was dead? What kind of brother would say something like that? Peter turned to look at me. My face was pale and flushed with fever, but my expression was completely blank, as if I had already gotten used to it. Something in both his and Sarah's expressions softened. Peter let out a cold huff and slammed his hand against the table. "Hah! Very well. Go again. Tell him I'm the one calling him this time. If he won't come for his sister, let's see if he ignores me, too."

You could ask me if I’m in love with my brother’s best friend and I would tell you with a straight face absolutely fucking not. Kane Wilder is my brother Landon’s best friend, a.k.a a pain in my fucking ass. I met him for the first time when I was six.

There was a grey stone floating in the center of the table as it lit up dimly. "Since when did I taught you how to speak to your brother like that?" The voice that came from the grey stone halted. Minerva already guessed that on the other line was her Brother Lincoln–the younger brother of her Brother Kendrick. Her father already told her about him. Brother Lincoln was the total opposite of Brother Kendrick. If Brother Kendrick was strict and uptight, Brother Lincoln was happy-go-lucky and lazy. "If I once again heard that you called your brother such names, I'd make sure that you could not step foot right here in the Capital."

The conversation seemed to be as tense for him as it was for her. "Right, so my other two brothers are younger than me. Landon is an investment broker in Oregon and Clint, my baby brother, is still in college, and makes Drake look like a chump." He chuckled. "What do you mean?" Drake looking like a chump sounded way out of place. He was the scariest, strongest-looking guy Kari had ever run into. Where there was a soft side of him that he shared with the group, she knew there was more to him. She was grateful that Jake brought him up. It was a good time to poke a little.

“Maybe it’s complicated.” “Oh yes… no… sorry… yes,” she stammered, unsure of her own answer. Suddenly, a man burst into their midst — wild-eyed, breath ragged, fists clenched. He grabbed Jake by the collar, his voice sharp and venomous. “You think you can walk around like nothing happened?” he snarled. “My brother’s bleeding out nonstop because of you. You stabbed him, Jake. If he dies, I swear — I’ll make sure you and your family, including this girl and her family, don’t walk free.”