Saints Row 2 The Brotherhood Novels & Stories

Joel aka Gamer best at games planning attacks. Brent, Jarret’s younger brother is still in the Army. After he gets out, he will be joining the club. His road name will be Army. Joel, Tracker’s younger brother is still in the Marines, when he retires, he’ll also join the club. His road name will be Rebel. CHAPTER 1 The Knights MC

Usually if anyone is a threat to our position, a human would eliminate the other, but here neither King nor Dark Lord are interested in fighting, no friendship, nor enemies. The mysterious first brother always wears a black hoodie with 'D' at the back. All the gang members have 'D' printed in silver, whereas second brother has it in purple and first brother in golden. They have only one rule 'no harm to innocent' or else face them. Mind games, both the brothers were excellent in playing with mind. Simple torture of them starts from one's mental breakdown. Direct death was something they don't know, slow painful deaths is their specialty.

"Oh, I promise not to do it again, absolutely repent." "Thank you, brother, believe me. Clause, I just found you a good friend to play with you later." "Brother two, big brother Clause doesn't need you, just brother two." "Good Brother Clause can't be with you forever." "I don't want, I just want the second brother. The second brother, I'm afraid what if he looks like them? Second brother, Clause hurts, Clause doesn't want to."

“We’ve got it covered. Choose whoever else you want to cause a distraction and lead them into a chase, but us guys are coming into the castle with you.” Pride swelled from the bottom of my chest. "Why? You don’t have to do this, it sounds like the glory is in the North to be honest.” Their smiles dropped. “It’s not about glory. You took us out of the middle of nowhere and gave us a chance. We weren’t Shadowlands before you found us. Now, we have this,” gesturing around the forest in all its war-damaged glory. “It’s a fucking brotherhood man.” Rush pulsed with excitement and pride. “Brotherhood?” I murmured, “That’s exactly what it is,” and started to nod. Finally, a smile broke out. “Let's g

Zion winces with each word, the effort causing him pain as he relays his garbled warning. "The brotherhood is...using rogues. Twisting them...They...working with...enemy who wants what we want...wolves...separate...from ...humans and witches. Wolves close to...your alpha." "Who?!" Fear for my mate races through my heart and I fight the urge to reach down and shake Zion until he tells me the rest. "What do you mean? Tell me!" He opens his mouth like a gutted fish, his lips wide and puckered as he stutters..."More than one..."

Only then did the brothers exhale in relief. "Why would you do this? She was your sister! I thought Sophia was the little bitch causing trouble, but who knew you two contributed to her abuse? She was your biological sister. How could you do that to her?" Zachary had never been eloquent, but he didn't need to be. He was sobbing like a child, and his raw anguish was enough to make even the stoic policemen tear up. Gerald and Gary were stunned, unable to process what was happening before they were shoved into a police car.

(Reginald) “no..no it’s not, Brother…it is not….they have finally come….and this time….they promised to stay with us forever..”.(Bob) Covering his opened mouth with his hand, Reginald went to the street, looking all around him, seeing the neatly uniformed Aeternum soldiers moving about all over the places, it was like dream to him, and to everyone around the city. The 2 brothers looking at each others, and went for a lasting hug, finally felt relief and it was as if their grief that has been with them for so long just washed away in the moment.

I practically ran to Stewart's side, though I gathered my poise in time to wrench the door out of his hand and glare at the man on the other side. Pinstriped suit on a not-so-tall body, about my height. Expensive tie. Ostentatious vest. Kerchief in the brightest red. Dark hair slicked back from a broad, deep forehead, receding from a pointed widow's peak. The barest goatee. All of these facts reached me in my first good look, though I already knew it was the same man I'd seen stalking my house earlier. The Brotherhood. But it was his pale amber eyes, a washed-out version, nowhere near the intensity of a demon's tone, I noticed the most. Not because I found them appealing, but because the hea

Sloan complained. "Just give it time, Sloan." I responded. He grunted, but had no choice than to agree. "You still remember the rules, boys?" I asked. "To never lay hands on a woman or children." Steve recounted. Brandon added, "Unless it has to do with a vendetta." "Even with that, do not lay your hands on them. Give them an easy death." Devin spoke firmly. Brandon nodded once. "Copy." "Hmm." Sloan inhaled the drug-filled air. "New York smells of blood already. I can't wait to experience all the fun. The brotherhood is back."

I hope the seasons magic don't skip me. *************************************** Complement of the season to you all and a happy new year in advance❤️. We have just two more chapter to complete "LIKE A BROTHER". I hope you are excited. I hope we have our own mantras we use to remind ourselves that life is worth living or something to always hold unto when things gets hard. Cause believe it or not, the hurdles will eventually pass. Thanks for reading and don't forget to drop a vote❤️.