Novel & Cerita Slender Brothers

They are indeed SIBLINGS but their love is not a FORBIDDEN LOVE. THE END. Hello everyone, thank you so much for reading this book. I hope you enjoyed it. I will like you to know that I have other stories here, I hope you can try them out to see if you love them. Thank you again :)

And knowing now that we both now stood evenly on the same grounds made it even the more better. He might have zeroed my chances with Jordan because I am just the 'Stepbrother' as my father married her Mom. Well, guess who's Mom married her Dad? That's right, The joke's on YOU now Shelton. "The fuck did you just call me?" He questioned after sharply turning on one side to face me again and I smirked when he found his steps back to me as though wanting to grab me by the collar but for some reason, he didn't. He only stopped inches away from me fuming.

I just shook my head and let them help, and while working, I couldn't help but notice that someone was missing. "Where's your little angel?" I asked when I didn't see Bran-bran. Ram gave his son the nickname "Bran-bran," but his real name is Brandon Kiel Santiago, and I am one of his godmothers. "He's with his uncle and auntie. You know how much they adore our son, I mean, who wouldn't adore such a handsome man," he said sounding so proud, and I couldn't agree more. "You're bragging about our son again," Atilla murmured, yet I could hear the pride in her voice.

"You wound me, little Kiara." "And don't talk to my brother like that!" Sylvie intervened and my eyes shot up to her. Brother? "You mean cousin." Oh. "Brother or cousin. Same thing." She hushed Shane off, with a pout. "Yeah little one, your favourite brother." Atreus grinned, while ruffling her hair furious only to fuel her annoyance more. "Hey not my hair! And you are like only five years older." "17 and that makes four not five. Your maths sucks like you."

Talli asked as she sat back. “We would die for one another,” Barshan explained. “We are brothers, blood brothers by our own oath. We all met when we were teenagers living on the streets. We were barely surviving alone but once we all came together, we more than survived. We thrived and grew stronger. Then working for the Bratva and for the first time we became a family. None of us are willing to break those vows, they are stronger than any metal and they bind us just as fiercely.”

His tattooed fingers comb the length of her short blonde hair, while his other hand pats her back gently as she sobs into him. My fingers begin to tremble, my jaw hardens. I’ve always messed things up when it comes to her. Valentin Alistair— my dearest brother— on the other hand, always knew what to say, when to say it, and how to fucking say it. He is the eldest, but it doesn’t explain or excuse why he has to be so perfect all the time. “We do not mean to hurt you.” He murmurs. “So stop treating me like a breakable fragile thing.”

Aaron gritted his teeth. Liam and Aaron move toward each other and kick each other with their legs to their stomachs. The fight begins with the brothers. To Be Continued

Moments frozen in time from years before Fantasy became famous. Years before it became exclusive. Years before Master William Steele became one of the most respected names in Leather. Back then, there had been five men standing together in those photographs. Not four. Five. The forgotten fifth Leather Brother stared back from nearly every image. Younger. Smiling. Confident. Standing shoulder-to-shoulder beside William, Damian, Ash, and Stryker. Brothers. Family. A united front. The man's expression darkened. That word no longer held any meaning.

Caleb of course ignored me and launched into a conversation as if I hadn't just clearly told him I wasn't interested in chitchat. "I'll tell you a little story of two brothers," he grunted when I stepped on him and bitch slapped him on the cheek. He returns the move and continues, "One is dark while one is fair. It so happens that these two brothers have been estranged for a while and happened to meet in the forest. They become fast friends and it grows into a deeper connection…almost like family. The fair-haired brother is calm and nice but unbeknown to him, his 'brother' makes destructive plans about him behind his back." Caleb paused to groan when I slashed him with my claws. But that was

It was a strange thought, but it made sense, given the circumstances. “Are you…did you COME here? Like…voluntarily?” But before they could answer, Slade whimpered. “No wolves,” he said sadly. He was right. I hadn’t noticed it. These weren’t werewolves. There wasn’t ANY scent of wolf on these men. I’d assumed they would all be wolves. But these men…this Brotherhood of Breeders… They were humans. “Of course we came here voluntarily,” the one in the yellow said. “These are WITCHES!”