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.

He asked, “Who is this Slim Three?” Don said, “He’s a local in Phoenicia, ranked third among six brothers. All this while, he has done all sorts of petty crimes. The first, second, and fifth brothers were executed for committing crimes. The remaining three brothers started a business of kidnapping and extortion, wandering around all the major clubs in Phoenicia all year round and taking on a lot of dirty work. They have a great reputation in the underground circle.” The more he listened, the more worried Philip became.

Before I can say a word, Oliver interrupts their interrogation. “Scram away, Jamal! Before I have the Linton brothers breathing all over your shoulders!” Oliver barks at Jamal and his little escort. “Who are these Linton brothers?” I ask in amazement. “They’re a solo group of black men, picking on anyone who’s gay. Even if you have gay tendencies, you need to avoid those guys, because they’ve caused the most deaths right here in Blackridge!” My heart slams against my chest, but when he points his little toes at the so-called Linton brothers, my heart churns in amazement. How are these guys so slim and ordinary, yet feared even above the gyming inmates and so many other gang factions?

Albert dragged the trembling boy along with him leaving Fenrir on Damien's mercy. "Hmm... I heard that you like to see your men fucking those innocent young boys?" Damien asked holding his chin. "Whatever you do Damien, I am not afraid of you." Fenrir snorted. "Call 'Brothers' and tell them to fuck him until he is left with no sperm." Damien instructed and left for his office. 'Brothers' was a group of 5 Italian mafia men. They were built with heavy muscles and had ugly appearance with curly hair and dragon tattoos all over their body. They were famous to be ruthless in their job and were bisexual.

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.

I folded my arms across my chest,clearly unsatisfied. “I love the feeling of when I’m ramming myself deep inside you. And I know you love it too. You wouldn’t have it any other way.” My words caught in my throat because I knew he was right. My anger was beginning to fade away until… He continued,“But what I can’t stand is the fact that you open your legs for me and then do the same to my brother.Are you blind that you can’t see he is using you? It’s disgusting, Serena,shuffling between two brothers in the same house! How about next time you call Kaden so we could fill up both your holes and have a freaking threesome! You would like that,wouldn’t you?”

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.

"This is just the warm-up." I put my fork down, feeling a chill. God knows what it will be like when it actually starts. These guys are going to tear the house down. River seemed like he read my mind. "Don't worry, we won't kill each other," River said, leaning back. "We are brothers, after all." "I'm not your brother," Rain snapped immediately. The word hung, creating an almost awkward silence. Then, Rex cleared his throat, letting out a low, dry chuckle, and River joined in. I couldn't help but smile a little at the absurdity of it.