Rick Grimes Brother Novels & Stories

Ilkay sounds torn between relief and disappointment, which is … concerning. I swear I have undivulged, lurking, murderous, psychopaths for brothers. “For now. They’re both in the car.” “Both?” A heavy sigh crackles over the line. “Turns out there’s one more Grimm.” Another look passes between my brothers, dense with secrets and testosterone. My stomach twists. Is he talking about HIM? “Long story,” Jackson adds. “Point is — we fixed it.” “And the snow was awesome, by the way,” Axel chimes in, loud and cheerful, drilling straight into my skull. Definitely on speaker.

he said. Where are my manners, my name is Damian Blackwood, first born of 3; A brother and a cute little sister, I swear she has us wrapped around her cute little finger. We lived with our grandparents after our parents were brutally murdered by one of our rivals, it was tough growing up without them, grand pa was hard on me and David but he always cherished Katie, my sister. My grand ma was the sweetest and still is, she loved us all equally.

“You don’t even know who the fuck you’re dealing with, do you?” His eyes widen as he sees the jagged edge of the broken glass, but before he can say anything, I slam the sharp edge into the wood beside his head, splintering it. “Grayson,” I say, my voice a low growl. “You know him, don’t you?” Mike’s face pales, realization dawning like a slap. “Grayson? What about him?” he whispers, his voice trembling. “He’s her brother,” I spit. “The girl you laughed about, the girl you fucking humiliated? That’s his little sister.”

The man soon sank into unconsciousness. Lily rolled him onto his back and got a better look at him. He was badly beaten, his face bruised and swollen, but there was no mistaking the familial resemblance. It was Graham, Charles's younger brother. She'd only seen the man a few times in the last year, and Charles rarely spoke of him. Whatever had happened between the brothers had been so bad they continued to keep their distance. Now Graham was here, begging for his older brother's help.

The atmosphere was charged with anticipation. “Tell me everything,” Adrian commanded, his voice low and authoritative. Gwen wasted no time. “Nathaniel Graves. Born in Boston. He’s Ethan’s younger half-brother. Same father, different mothers. But here’s the twist—he’s clean, Adrian. Painfully normal. He’s a CPA working at a tax firm downtown.” Connor laughed sharply. “A tax guy? So Ethan's brother is just a number cruncher?” “I checked his records three times,” Gwen insisted. “No criminal past. No offshore accounts. No shady dealings. He even filed his taxes early for the past two years. He is the kind of guy who probably declines free drinks to avoid owing anyone.”

The water was fucking freezing. I get dressed for bed before walking into the bedroom. I get in beside Grace. I pull her into my arms. Kissing the top of her head before closing my eyes and going to sleep. =========== Damien Priest POV “You know I didn’t report you to my brother because I wanted to deal with you myself.” I look at one of my closest friends. I grab the wench swinging down hard at his shoulder. George screams out in pain. His screams echo in the room. The other bodies my brother took care of earlier lay around us.

"My brother." Oh, God. This man is an Mennetti. He has to be. "What's your name?" I ask, gaze locked with his scowling one. "Rylan Mennetti," he says proudly. Once again, my mouth drops open. Shit, shit, shit. This is Connor's younger brother. Trish's brother-in-law. Griffin's uncle. Why is he down here in chains? What the hell is going on? He's scrutinizing me closely and I squirm under that intense blue gaze of his, quickly growing uncomfortable. This whole situation has me on edge and confused.

Those unmistakable hazel green eyes piercing at me with dead pan expression. Those unmistakable hazel green eyes of… The man from the pool. “Yo.. You?” I stammer. “You?” the man grunts. “Wait, you two know each other?” Jason ask, frowning deeply. “Yes,” I snap, “What’s it to you?” His expression darkens, “That’s my brother.” “Y… Yo.. Your brother?” My world tilts, my heart skips multiple beats and I stagger back, almost collapsing to the floor.

“So, this is the breeder?” My head snapped up to meet a young man’s gaze. He was leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, eyes scrutinizing every tiny expression on my face. He looked like the younger version of Alpha Graham, perhaps around my age, and the coldness in his blue eyes made my stomach drop through the fucking floor. Those same eyes dragged over me slowly before he smirked. “At least she’s prettier than the others.” “Killan,” Alpha Graham warned. “What?” He lifted his both hands innocently, pushing his body off the wall as he approached us. He was nearly the same height as Alpha Graham. “I’m just welcoming your wife.” He then paused before me. “I’m Killan Graham, A

"You really hurt me, brother. You took girl I like." "Drop the act, douche," Gale said. "I don't know why you do the game." Graeme smirked. "It's fun." I was so close to beating the crap out of my brother. He was literally the worst family member ever. What kind of brother does what he did? If the doorbell didn't ring, I probably would have beat Graeme. He was lucky. Graeme looked at me. "Go get the door, Grayson," he said. "You're the youngest."