Sans Undertale Brother Novels & Stories

Her brother’s belittling nickname tasted bitter on her tongue. She continued, “Lu, it’s not that I didn’t think you wouldn’t believe me. I knew you would, it’s just…” Annabella paused as if she could feel eyes burning into her, and her blood ran cold as her brother’s Tate and Lucian walked into the pack’s dining hall. Lucian couldn’t help himself. At only twelve, he didn’t quite understand what he was walking into as he ran to their father’s side to help. She began again, knowing that there was no turning back anyway, “but when every time you asked me in the past, Tate would appear from nowhere and, well, so did your five brothers, they were always with him. It would have only gotten back to

“And yet… he brought her straight into a vampire’s castle.” “We didn’t know it was off-limits.” I closed my eyes and tried to reset. But… something kept bothering me. There is something they aren’t telling me. Who was that creature Leurel was talking to? My memory’s fuzzy. I couldn’t catch what the man said—his accent was hoarse, breath ragged—but I clearly remember Leurel calling him Riftan’s brother. Riftan’s… brother. Of course, I didn’t want to pry. Riftan’s past is painful. Still, something about that man… something about his voice...

' He bared his teeth and looked happy: 'In my heart, there is only ETinahan WharTinaon. Zeev Oliver picked up the coffee and shook his head again and again: 'Second brother really needs to meet this Mr. Wharton, see what charm he has, and make our little princess look like this.' 'Ah ~ second brother, please don't. Last time my fifth brother suddenly went, it already gave me a headache.' KrisTinaen Oliver has a bitter face, and a fifth brother and a second brother have appeared. ETinahan WharTinaon can guess what's going on no matter how dull he is.

He had dark brown hair, wavy and full, eyes that were a lighter shade of blue compared to Angel’s deep ones, and a chiseled face that could make anyone rush to do his bidding. The fact that I had to crane my neck a little just to get a good look at him made me sum up his height to at least a six foot three. His ear piercing sported a black dangling earring that glistened in the evening light. “I’m Salvatore, the older brother and uncle who is rarely ever home.” He spoke again, extending a hand for a shake. I glanced down at the rolled-up sleeve revealing his tattoos. Then I widened my eyes, making a show of being surprised before finally taking his hand. “It's nice to finally meet you, Mr. A

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.

He pulled me aside with a tight expression, “We need to keep the mate bond secret. No one can know, not your mother and most especially not your brothers.” “Why?” I asked. “Because your family just got you back after nineteen years. Because you’re a princess and I’m just a Beta. I am your brothers’ best friend and…this isn’t right. Because everything is complicated enough without adding—” He gestured between us. “This.” Just a Beta. “Fine,” I said, pulling away from his touch. “Whatever.” “At the next full moon.” He caught my wrist gently. “We will reject the mate bond completely. Because this is like a taboo that cannot happen.”

Without waiting for her reply, he pushed opened the door. The moment I heard Edward’s voice, I snapped out of my fantasy and quickly wrapped my towel around my naked body just in time as the door swung open and my uncle strode confidently inside. Edward is my father’s younger brother and heads all the laboratories owned by our family’s company. Although I admit that being able to lead the business at just the age of 33 is very impressive of him, I have never warmed towards him. His presence always intimidates me and he seems to have a talent of putting me in uncomfortable positions including now: I am naked with nothing but a towel wrapped around me and he is now sitting next to me on my bed

I explained, her eyes flashed with anger. “If I don't agree to the marriage, what then?” "I'm not running a charity here," My voice turned cold. I downed the entire glass of wine in one swift motion, the liquid burning my throat as I swallowed. “A single phone call is all it takes to halt your sister's treatment and seal her fate.” “Don't. There's no need for that. I'll be whatever you want me to be.” “Great choice.” I grinned, dropping the empty glass on the table. “Your marriage to my brother is set for tomorrow.” “Tomorrow?”

“Please, it's water under the bridge. Though Imagine my surprise when I realized you had married my brother.” “Brother?” That was when understanding hit. Matt. Matteo. Dante's brother. Oh. Oh no. “Ahhh, I see my brother didn't mention me.” “No, no, he did,” I replied after a moment. “I'm just wondering how I missed it.” “Can't blame you. We look nothing alike.” “That's not true.” He laughed. Actually laughed. And somehow that made him feel less dangerous. Slightly. “I promise I'm not as bad as he says.”

Opps, Wrong move. “That hurts my pride, Mr. Undertone.” He lowered his tone, but his smile never left his lips. “We met last month. Don’t you remember? Oh, I think you’re too drunk to remember. I am the second son of the owner of this building. Father was too devastated upon losing my elder brother that he forgot his second son.” He forced his tone to sound sorrowful. “But you know what?” He asked and took something from his inside pocket. “Those were all lies. You’ll die tonight.”