Slender Brothers Novels & Stories

Ha-Min was the only son of the family so, he supported both of his sister's husbands as well. "Big Brother, I am sorry. I am really sorry, please forgive them. They are children, they will not do this again." one of his sisters came forward and tried to touch his hand but he jerked back his hand even before she could touch it. "Yes, brother. I know we have failed you but I promise you that anything like this will never happen again." his other sister came forward as well while their husbands were being cowards in front of Oh Ha-Min. Just his one gesture and their career would fly away like they did not even exist.

Don glanced at Theo and said solemnly, “Slim Three and the Slim brothers.” Theo was shocked when he heard the mention of the Slim brothers. It was them! This Slim Three was a well-known hooligan in Phoenicia. He was someone who would take up any jobs—fighting, robbing, killing, and stealing. As long as it was profitable, Slim Three would take it. He had no bottom line and his methods were extremely cruel! Therefore, Theo instinctively became worried when he heard this name. If Mila and Anna were taken away by him, they might be in big trouble!

Alex said but Ethan wasn't buying it. " Alex…..What do you mean ???" Ethan frowned. " Lower your horses, Ethan…, We have done this before so why are you getting so worked up " Alex teased his younger brother but Ethan on the other hand wasn't finding it funny. " I am not saying we haven't done it before but don't you think we should stop, Sara looks like a vulnerable person, I mean she looks sad and even broken, What are we going to do to her will be salt to injury" Ethan sighed and Alex burst in laughter.

“This is what happens when you don’t practice celibacy.” “Well even if I said that, didn’t tell you not to use no protection,” she defended herself. “Right,” I slapped my forehead. “I guess both brothers were too freaking handsome and I forgot to tell them to pull out,” Katy burst into peals of laughter. “Or your birth control sucks. Or you were too distracted to take it regularly. But hey, whether it’s Cameron or Kaden, it’s a tough situation. If it’s Cameron, he is technically still your stepbrother and everyone would find out your dirty secrets. If it’s Kaden, well it’s even worse because he would be married before y’all figure it out. Plus, isn’t he about to be a daddy too? Wayyyyy worse

I smile, snatching back the strand of jerky. He lets out a low laugh before going onto his phone and dismissing our previous conversation. I find myself doing the same, scrolling through different social media as I take continuous sips of my slushy. After what felt like a few hours of silence, the feeling of Brandon’s hand touching my inner thigh catches my attention.

“I know. You were always kind. Kinder than I deserved.” He nodded, then left. I sank against the counter, drained. In two days, both Stone brothers had walked back into my life. The storm was only beginning. “Mommy?” Ethan appeared in the doorway, eyes serious. “Are you sad?” I wiped my face quickly. “Just tired. Are you hungry?” He slipped his small hand into mine. “The man who was here—he looked like Daddy.” My chest tightened. “They’re brothers. Sometimes brothers look alike.” “Like me and Eva,” he said.

I muttered aloud when Van’s face flashed on the screen. Gorgeous and a playboy. His father, a retired movie mogul, helped buy the team for his sons and supported their wild bad boy escapades. At least Van’s. The other brother, Joel Stelson, stayed out of the limelight, but I couldn’t imagine him being any better than his brother. The most surprising thing I discovered was that both sons were key players for the team. The Slam, the team’s name wasn’t a surprise; it was exactly what I suspected—violence, dirt, and sweat. A dumb jock’s wet dream.

“Not going to look?” “No.” After a while, he leaned closer, lowering his voice so it barely cut through the music. “You know I’m here, right? We are going to find the killer.” I glanced at him. “We are brothers,” he added. “Even when you don’t say it out loud.” I looked back at my drink. “I know.” The night dragged on, heavy and slow. My anger didn’t explode. It didn’t disappear either. It just sat quietly beside me, like a reminder.

There were others in the basement. Two brothers, Leo and Cyr, eighteen and nineteen. They had come from Silvermoon, searching for work, hoping to send money home. Someone accused them of being traitors and spies, and Castor had trapped them. Now they were slaves, their bodies covered in scars, their eyes still holding a flicker of defiance. They never lost hope. They always believed they would escape.

“I know—we do look alike. I hope he told you about me?” “Yeah, he did. But he didn’t mention the resemblance,” I answered. “Oh, alright then! He showed me your pictures, though you look a bit… weaker than I expected. Are you alright?” I felt a small flush of embarrassment. “I’m fine, thank you.” I recalled John had mentioned he had an elder brother and an elder sister—he said Robert was two years older than their sister and their sister was three years older than him. I’d always been painfully shy, yet somehow, speaking with him had felt easier than with most strangers.