Stabbington Brother #2 Novels & Stories

"That’s bullshit." "It’s not! Our parents are married! You’re my stepbrother! Not just my best friend. I shouldn’t have kissed you to begin with!" I yell, my breathing heavy and my heart trembling from the words that leave my mouth. To my surprise, he chuckles. And he takes a step forward. This time, I don’t move back. I let him close the space between us and his harsh breath blows on my face as he speaks in a low, challenging voice. "Stepbrother? Is that who I am to you? Swear to me that’s who you see me as and I’ll take what you say. I won’t ever touch you again."

My stomach drops. Even without turning around, I know exactly which brother is standing there. I’d recognize that hollowed-out version of Rowan’s voice anywhere in the world. Sebastian Oberon. I spin around. Sebastian is leaning against a black car parked close, arms crossed over his chest. He's wearing dark jeans and a fitted black t-shirt, his hair slightly tousled like he just ran his fingers through it. And God, he looks so much like Rowan that my heart does that stupid stuttering thing.

I snapped, losing my patience with his almost intentional misunderstanding. "Watch it." His low voice warned as his eyebrow lifted at me in amusement. "The difference is that you're going around telling people we were step-siblings before this. That's not something to tell people Jack. I don't want people knowing that." I pushed as I stared up at him. His eyes narrowed at me as he lifted his lips into a slight smirk before speaking. "Why'd you fuck your stepbrother then?" He questioned as his eyebrows furrowed together. I stayed silent not really knowing what to say to that.

By the time the stepbrother arrived, the place was already humming with tension. Madison whispered from her perch: “Visual on him. East entrance.” I crouched low behind a container, pulse hammering. Ian’s eyes glinted in the dark, his hand tight on the hilt of his knife though he knew tonight wasn’t about blades. The stepbrother moved slowly, scanning. His posture was relaxed—too relaxed, like a predator who already knew the kill was his. He passed the first spiral without pause. Good. At the second, he tilted his head, studying. Then he smirked—just faintly—and moved on.

“Wasn’t it you who called her a goblin in glasses? What—did your opinion change the moment you saw her again after all those years?” Stas stood and stepped closer to his brother. Looking down at him, he smirked. “Then I won’t bother being careful anymore.”

Her aunt smiled and replied, “Do you remember that time when I was critically ill? I asked Storm to go to South Africa to fetch my father. On the way to my father’s mansion, she met a girl, and they fell in love at first sight. When Miss Miller turned eighteen she married Storm’s half-brother. After my son found out about their marriage, we stopped mentioning her name in this house. A few days ago, Storm found out that her husband had put her in jail to avenge his mistress. Miss Miller didn’t know that she had married the wrong brother until she saw Storm again.” Penny looked at Aunt Judy as if she was telling a fairytale and asked, “Does Big Brother and his half-brother look alike?” Aunt Ju

His words landed like shards of glass. Alexander Westwood. The eldest son. Disciplined, ruthless, calculated. A man who commanded boardrooms with a single look and never wasted words he didn’t mean. Where Ethan was warmth and fire, Alexander was shadow and steel. The one who looked at me as though I were an inconvenience he had to endure. He wasn’t just cold. He was winter itself. And now he was waiting at the altar. “I need a moment,” I whispered hoarsely. Richard gave a curt nod and left.

and unhooked Asher mic before he said something stupid, flicking his gaze to Robert who gave him a clipped nod. The old man scowled and gestured for him to proceed. Zane stood still as someone fixed his own mic and the spotlights now turned on him. "Apologies." He said to the room with a charming, cultured voice “My brother is still not fully recovered from his car accident. He insisted on being here tonight, even though he should probably be resting.” The room exhaled in sympathy even though some had skeptical looks in their eyes. Does car accident cause an Alpha to be aroused, they asked silently.

Iver and April had decided to have a talk with him when he comes back and Iver wanted to properly give him a genuine apology for all he had said to him. When he arrived however, he was being supported by Knox. They thought he was hurt at first but then, they realized he was just drunk, really drunk. The last time the two saw their brother drunk was when he was seventeen and had lost to an opponent in a wrestling match. He already had a few injuries before the match and so, he believed it wasn't fair and had asked for a re-match but he was thrown out. He had branched by a bar and gotten drunk, he was so drunk that he collapsed and slept off on the side of the road until a neighbour saw him an