Rick Grimes Brother Novels & Stories

"If he's hurt Elodie or our baby, I'll kill him myself." "That's exactly what I'm afraid of," Grace replied. "Williams, the man holding Elodie is your brother." The words hung in the air like a bomb that hadn't quite exploded yet. Williams stared at her in complete shock, his mind struggling to process what she had just revealed. "My brother?" he whispered. "I don't have a brother." "Yes, you do," Grace said gently. "His name is Griff Storm, and he's been looking for you for years. He's holding Elodie because it's the only way he could think of to force you to come to him."

She asked: “Old Levi is your grandfather? So you're from the Levi family?" Robin now remembered, he didn't seem to have told Grainne that he was Carwyn Levi's younger brother. He replied: “Yes, I am from the Levi family, Carwyn Levi is my brother. Seriously, you might as well count as my sister-in-law.” Grainne panicked, and said hastily: "Robin, tell me clearly, who is your sister-in-law? Who told you that?" Grainne didn't expect Robin to be the incompetent younger brother Carwyn Levi had mentioned before. Robin replied, “It was Grandpa who told me! He wanted me to pick her up, he said he wanted to see her and Harry.

He was sobbing. My father’s younger brother who had abandoned me years ago when money got tight. He left with his family, and soon after I heard they died in a car accident. Only his son Eric survived… and even he eventually disappeared. Hearing him now, alive, begging- it broke something in me. “Grace, please… they’ve got me. I didn’t know- I swear I didn’t know he was looking for you. Please, tell him to stop. I’m bleeding, kid. He’s going to kill me-”

I should have known this conversation was leading to a joke. What if it's true? If it is, I honestly don't care as long as my previous interaction with him isn't spoken about. "Ace; Javi's brother?" I inquired trying to keep a straight face. "Yeah, we met at your wedding rehearsal and we are in love." Okay! There's no way I'll take this seriously, it's laughable. "In love? Amazing." It's so hard to keep a straight face now, Gemma needs to hear this.

I'm still frowning when I face Zero, who's slipping his cut off his shoulders and placing it like a priceless gem on the chair that Texas left in front of the bed. “Can you tell me about your family, do you have brothers or sisters?” If he is shocked by my sudden question, he doesn't show it. He proceeds to the bed, sitting down to untie his boots. “My dad is on his way from Seattle, had some club stuff to sort out, but we can see him tomorrow. My brother is in a rehab facility, got stabbed in the back, doctors said he’ll never walk again but the man is persistent. He’ll be home in a month. My mother is dead to me, haven't seen her since I was a kid, the rest we can talk ‘bout another time,

"You have a brother? Named Jack?" "Yeah," he laughed. "Same middle named, after our grandfather." He twisted his head around, as though to ease some soreness in his neck. "Are you okay?" "Fine...just still sore from my race this weekend." He continued his meager ministrations to his muscles, but eventually just sighed and flopped back, closing his eyes. Chrissie almost stood up to go to him and help alleviate his pain, but that would mean touching him, and she didn't know if she could do that. "So...what's your brother's first name? Is it as bad as Horace?"

is the first thing out of his mouth. Oh wait I was wrong, I had no idea what the fuck was going on his mind. I shake my head. “No, she means, Gracie is in love with your brother.” I tell him. “Her name is Gracie? Fuck I hope she is not anything like the last girl.” He sighs dramatically. We all stare at him. “Your brother has a way with crazy girls?” I ask.

I was no better because I had already been putting together a mental torture list for all of those who were culpable. There was a knock on the door. Apollo opened it to reveal Gramps. He kissed my sons’ heads before he took a seat in the vacant chair beside Apollo. There was an amused glint in his eyes that he had always got when he was looking for a good story. “I got an interesting call last night. Do you have any idea why Adam Crenshaw, Alpha Dresher’s brother, would be calling me to ask that I talked some sense into you before it was too late?” he asked me, steepling his fingers together.

His eyes widened like saucers. “Is it… trucks?!” “Big ones,” I said. He squealed and threw his arms around my neck, hugging me tightly. “Okay, okay, easy,” I chuckled. “All right, let your uncle breathe,” Gendry Graham said as he walked toward us. I stood and shook his hand before he pulled me in for a quick hug. “Good to see you, brother-in-law.” “You too,” I said. Kris tugged on my pants and grabbed my hand. “Uncle Al, let's play!”

I had never seen this man before. My father, Elias Mace, was a former soldier—upright, steady, and disciplined. He despised pretentious displays and would never speak in such a crude, pompous tone. Could it be… my mom really had a lover outside? The thought sent a chill down my spine. The man jabbed a finger at my brother, barking at Mr. Winters like he owned the place. "I'll make this clear right now! The exchange student spot belongs to my son, Roger! Anyone who disagrees is challenging the entire Smith family!"