Prison Break Brother Novels & Stories

-End of Flashback- Following my girlfriend's advice, ever since Chris came home after apprehending the serial killer, I've always tried to reach out to him. I can see that he's okay now compared to the last few months. My brother is the kind of person who always wants to do good, and help people to the best of his ability. And, when he failed to do so, it always makes him feel bad. "Morning, brother. How are you?" Chris is having his coffee at the kitchen when I went downstairs. I didn't get the chance to talk to him last night when he arrived from Miller Valley because Melissa and him he a late night bonding.

We slip off to a quick post-coital nap. I guess I should tell you how this started not long ago. My sister Barbara, but Barbie to everybody, had a bad breakup. Because of her now ex, she found him fucking one of her friends in their bed. She screamed at them both so they knew she had caught them in the act. The bastard didn't even have the courtesy to stop, she told me later. She left and didn't look back. She left their apartment and called me, her big brother crying. I was there in my squad car in minutes and immediately took her crying into my arms. After she calmed down I put her in the car and took her to my place, she asked to stay with me to figure out what's next for her. Of course,

But I promised to myself that when I do if I do, I was going to make things right with Andrew and Peyton. But then I don't want to screw them with my issues. Damn it! Maybe this is better for them... "So this is the brother?" the fat middle-aged man speaks while holding a cigar in his other hand. He may be fat he was intimidating as hell. "Yes, sir," "Wade, your brother, I know he's working with the police. He thinks he can get to me, I need to make an example for those who..."

Yes the cops came today and arrested your brother we tried to fight but they said they will set him free but untill now I have not seen him" "Thank you sir" "You are welcome, make sure you do something about your brother" "Yes sir sure " Kelvin said and walked away. In the whole area Kelvin and the man who he do calls his brother hold the vital evidence of his crimes. the so called brother is part of the team that killed Blessing, called Alex and escaped while they went to attack Lucas. The man is the only person who has the evidence that he want to obtain. As he walked back to the main street, something came to his mind. Should he go to his brother room and go search for the evidence but th

“You were with Aliya while I rotted in jail. Who does that to his own flesh and blood, Liam?” I exhaled heavily, drained from the madness. I walked toward her slowly, hands tucked into my pockets, my expression unreadable. “You’ll address Aliya as my wife, Brooke. And you’re going to drop everything you’re holding right now. End this little science experiment of yours.” Brooke’s brows furrowed deeply. “Hold on. So you’re not even going to apologize? You left me in prison, Liam! What kind of brother does that?” “The kind who knows when his sister has crossed the line,” I said flatly, “and who sees when she’s acting like she belongs in a psych ward.”

Evan shrugged, “he’s your brother not mine. Disgusting fellow just like your lass of a mother I tell you, sucking the life and joy out of everything, I should’ve had the bastard aborted the moment she came with the news about the damned pregnancy.” It was all he did— nag, drink, gamble and beat the life out of her mother. She was tired, the asphalt excuse of a coup of coffee just didn’t cut it at the hospital. She’d worked overtime just to pay the water bill and electricity included, now her brother was in jail which was probably due to a brawl at the club with his no good friends. “Fine I’ll get him out of jail’. She murmured whilst scratching Bobo’s ears, the cat purred clearly loving the

My younger brother, Asmund, stumbled in, gasping for breath as if he had just run a marathon. “Brother!” he exclaimed, rushing towards me. I watched as he approached, his eyes wide with urgency. “I distinctly recall telling you that I am not to be disturbed during my work. Why did you barge in without my permission?” I demanded, my voice laced with authority. My brother shook his head, his expression grave. “That doesn't matter right now. You need to hear this. There's something strange going on with your prisoner.”

He wipes a tear with his finger and I roll my eyes. Drama king. "I know most of you think I hate my brother," he continues , "but I don't. Infact, my fight with him at my engagement party was because of her." I frown. Where is this headed? He stares into the camera, "Sara Jane is a manipulative liar and schemer and today I come out to free myself from her treacherous web and also pull the wool from my brother's eyes. Today," He pauses. "I come out to say that she," his eyes bores into the camera, peering at me like he was there with me in the room.

I held the muzzle of my gun to his temple and clicked off the safety. There was a bang, and the traitor closed his eyes. I chuckled. “It was a blank. You’re very lucky.” He finally accepted that Damiano would not save him and broke down. He went around me and crawled toward Wendy. “Wendy, save me! I’m your brother! We’ve survived together for so long, so how could you watch me die?” “What? Isn’t Wendy the sister of Don Vestri’s dead best friend? Who’s this brother now?”

The way my head was thinking, I was a train wreck when I found him. I beat him up but I couldn’t do it. Truth is Thorn is my brother and I can’t kill my brother. I wanted to get him locked up but Thorn reminded me why I couldn’t do that. “You forget that your woman is a wanted fugitive, if I call the cops they’ll arrest her. Her family will make sure she gets killed by the morning. They don’t like it when things get messy.” My chest is heaving, as I stand over my bleeding brother. He’s confessed to a lot in this short time at this small cabin I found him hiding in. He left the facility walking perfectly fine. He had me fooled.