Sirius Black Brother Novels & Stories

I was feeling proud of how bold I sounded, until the back of my neck prickled, like I’d been targeted by some predator. Slowly, I turned my head and met a pair of chilling eyes. Leon? What was my brother doing here? He was sitting one row behind me, looking sharp in a tailored suit. His face was set in stone, eyes dark and cold. My heart lurched, and the fan sign I’d been holding slipped from my hand and hit the ground with a sharp smack. He lifted his gaze slightly, his voice low. “Half an hour. Get home.” Though the concert wasn’t even over, I slipped out.

I gave him a confused look when he patted my arm through the bars. Kendrick Black: Brother, I am not here to see your destruction. I am here for you. To support you to do what's right. You and I both know what father is asking you to do, it will not even lead you near the right path. Brother, you know better. You hate the old man for a reason. That was the reason why I decided to stay in London. You and I both know he is the reason behind everything that has happened in our lives.

He said. "Okay, I'll see what I can do. I think it's my solo battle to fight." I sighed in tiredness. "A piece of suggestion from your friend if you don't mind." He said. "Go on." "I know Sébastien Blackwood. He and my elder brother has been working together for years. He is a determined man, if he wish for something, he gets it by hook or by crook. Please be careful and in my opinion, you should choose a crooked way because he'd not divorce you easily."

The curtain opened again and a young man stepped out. Eli De Santus. My older brother. What was he doing here? I remembered the nights I would come spying on them while I was still a member of Blackthorn's pack. Taking stock of the people I was going to kill and realising that my brother was also included made me pause. I guess I was only going to poison the Predator, but first, where the hell is my sister?

he explained. " whatever.. We will talk about it later.. We have to reach home ASAP.. " I have no time to think about it now.. " don't worry princess.. I know my brother... He will be taking his time in foreplay.. He won't do it just like that.. " he smirked... Disgusting.. " Liam Black.. This isn't helping... Just shut your mouth. " he chuckled... How can he find this situation amusing... Idiot... " where is Lissy? " I asked...

"DO YOU THINK I WANT YOU HERE? I FUCKING DON'T" Christopher shouted on top of his voice scaring Serena with his tone yet again. He was raging, raging like a bull at this point. He wasn't even sure about what he was talking anymore. He was not even in his senses now, while more hurt was she when she heard his next words. "YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A BURDEN TO EVERYONE. NO WONDER WHY MY BROTHER LEFT YOU, WHO WOULD TOLERATE A WOMAN AS FAKE AS YOU!"

Starts again. Big Black Wolf: Sara Jane. A beat. Then the final line appears. Big Black Wolf: Provoke her. At the anniversary. The screen goes still. Then— Big Black Wolf: it's time we come out of hibernation... Three dots. Big Black Wolf: Let the games... Begin.

—when Jamie realized the stranger from Friday night was now standing at the front of the conference room in a charcoal-grey suit, sleeves rolled just enough to show a scar near his wrist, writing JULIAN BLACK, Creative Director on the whiteboard like it was no big deal. She also saw Levi Black. Julian’s younger brother. The one who showed up at Black + Lane like he had a permanent seat on the throne (technically he did—family ties, board seat, the kind of quiet power that didn’t need to shout). Tall, broad-shouldered, dark hair always a little too long for corporate, eyes that looked like they’d seen too much and decided the world wasn’t worth trusting. He carried himself like someone who’d

“The fuck you did not just go there.” His chin lifted. I saw it then—possession, entitlement, something uglier under both. I let him have both barrels. “Number one, you and I are not together. We’ve hooked up. That does not make you my anything, so don’t get that twisted.” His face flushed. I kept going. “And number two, it doesn’t matter whose woman she is.” I pointed toward Sable. “She is a prospect of the Black Daggers. She is the first sister this brotherhood has ever had. We protect our own.”

Gabrielle had grown on her badly, so instead, she stuck by the nickname 'Brie'. "Do I look okay?" She turned to her brother, Adam, who was silently playing a game on his phone. He took a second to respond, his soft, brown hair flopping down into his eyes as he hunched over the colourful screen. "Huh?" He looked up, sacrificing his game in the process. His soft, freckled face shone with admiration for his sister. "You look great." He smiled and stood up with a jump. He trotted clumsily over to the window and glanced out with a thoughtful expression.