Prison Break Brother Novels & Stories

As I approached, he stood up, his face pale, and I braced myself, sensing that something serious was happening. “What’s going on?” I asked, sitting across from him. He fidgeted nervously, hesitating before speaking. “Your brother… he tried to take his own life in prison.” The words hit me like a punch to the gut, leaving me momentarily breathless. “What? And…?” “They took him to the hospital,” he continued, his voice strained. “But somehow… he escaped. The police are searching everywhere, but there’s no sign of him.” I could barely process what I was hearing. My brother, the man responsible for so much chaos, was on the loose. Fear surged within me as I considered the possible consequences.

I said slowly, “that we just broke into your old roommate’s million-dollar beach house?” “Not broke in,” Ethan corrected, voice calm. Too calm. “Borrowed. Temporarily. He’s in Spain for the next three months shooting that documentary. House sits empty. We’re just… house-sitting.” “Without telling him,” I pointed out. Noah shrugged. “He’d say yes if he was around to ask. Probably. Anyway, we’re here now. No point crying over un-sent texts.” I stared at my brother like he’d grown a second head. Noah had always been reckless—jumping off roofs into pools, sneaking into concerts, the whole cliché—but this felt different. This felt like actual trespassing. With consequences.

and allow my wife to abandon me on our wedding day to be with another man. Before I could even react, another person burst in through the door. It was my older sister, Hillary Sloane. The moment she stepped inside, rather than showing concern, she started scolding me. "Ivan Sloane, can't you be more understanding? Your brother is lying sick in the hospital, and all you can think about is marrying Lenora. "You're heartless. If it weren't for Gideon, do you think you'd even be standing here today? You shouldn't be so selfish. Can't you just let him have this?"

Susan was sentenced and sent to prison, and with that, the last piece of the past was sealed away. In the end, everyone got exactly what they deserved… Then ee got a call about my brother from the nurse who had been assigned to him. "Michael Liamson just woke up." My heart stops. My brother. After all these years. The end.

This was all his brother’s work. He hid their only sibling from the world, along with every other evidence of the crimes he’d been freely committing for over a decade. If nobody found the paraplegic brother who couldn’t speak—because he’d been subjected to enough trauma- then he could go on being the beloved Dr. Roswood everyone loved and respected. Patrick walked closer. “What do you want to do, boss? We could break him out. I’ll have to distract the receptionist and make sure the staff on duty don’t show up—but I can handle that if you’ll get him to the elevator.”

TARA'S POV No. No, it couldn't be him, right? I pressed closer to the crack in the door, trying to see, but they were positioned just out of my line of sight in the living room. "You have responsibilities to this family too," the brother continued. "I’ve always been there for her while you were off trying to revive the construction company. Why can I have this break?” There was a loud thud that made me flinch, followed by Jeremiah’s growl. "You know why I had to fucking do that! And we had a deal but you broke it, why?”

“I'm sorry. I just - didn't expect you to be at my house - not until the weekend.” “I told her so—” Noah chuckled. Ignoring Cassie, I looked at him. “Thank you for coming to get me. I'll save today's bus fare.” I smiled before relaxing my back again. Noah was my best friend's only brother. Just like me, I had only Christian. In that same manner, Cassie had only Noah. The sixth rule applied to Noah and Christian. Although Cassie was never going to have anything to do with my brother - she was six years older than he is, after all. Somehow, it was just me to whom the sixth rule applied.

I said. There was dead silence after those words came out. Immediately after that, everyone burst into laughter. "Not me? Who is it then? You're so obsessed with me. Would you really agree to be someone else's mate? "Besides, there's only my brother in my family and me. My brother's been gravely ill ever since he was attacked by rogues. No one even knows how much longer he'll live. "More importantly, I heard his wolf was injured too. Apparently he can't even mark anyone anymore. Are you really choosing some loser who's even weaker than an Omega?"

Alone with her thoughts, her fears… and that curiosity she didn’t want to admit. Nathan. The twin brother. The opposite. A stranger who, she sensed already, would disrupt her fragile balance. She remembered the stories Thomas had once told about his brother. Colorful, almost romantic tales. Nathan in Bali, lying in a hammock suspended between two palm trees. Nathan in Tokyo, tasting improbable dishes in hidden alleys. Nathan again, facing a storm in the Moroccan desert, or sharing a cigarette with a stranger on the roof of a train in India.

“Who is your sister?” “Mastermind, I`ve seen you on T.V, I`ve heard rumours. Please give me my sister, I`ll work for you if I have to. My sister.” He was starting to cry. “You`ll work for me?” “Yes, just give me back my sister.” “Who are you?” “They call me "The Breaker". There is nothing I can`t break into no matter how well is encrypted.” “I think I can help you find your sister then.” I said, “She`s a Receptionist, right?”