Novel & Cerita Stabbington Brother #2

“Hi, I’m Brittney.” Sabrina slowly peeled off her oven mitts, her face calm but her eyes blazing. She reached out, as if to shake Brittney’s hand, but instead, her hand darted to the counter. Before anyone could react, she stabbed a knife clean through Brittany’s palm. A bloodcurdling scream tore through the kitchen. “The man you’ve been flirting with is my brother,” Sabrina hissed, her voice steady despite Brittany’s shrieks. “This is his mate, Elara. Know your place.”

His teeth clicked uselessly against air. I let out another soft, airy laugh, my chest brushing against his back as I leaned into the movement. The sound felt foreign even to my own ears… cold, detached, nothing like the man I used to be. "This is just the tip of the iceberg, brother. Really. You should see your face right now. It's absolutely pathetic." I twisted the knife deep into his shoulder muscle, listening to the wet tear of the fibers separating, before wrenching it out and bringing it down sharply on his second thigh. Stab. The blade sank in with practiced precision, and I felt the slight resistance of muscle giving way.

Ben replied, "He said… Unless Ms. Maegan is dead, don't bother him." For a second, Peter just stared, as if he couldn't believe what he had heard. Don't bother him unless she was dead? What kind of brother would say something like that? Peter turned to look at me. My face was pale and flushed with fever, but my expression was completely blank, as if I had already gotten used to it. Something in both his and Sarah's expressions softened. Peter let out a cold huff and slammed his hand against the table. "Hah! Very well. Go again. Tell him I'm the one calling him this time. If he won't come for his sister, let's see if he ignores me, too."

It’s frivolous bullshit that won’t matter until my mate is home. We approach the porch to find my younger brother, drinking and joking with his friends. My gut swirls with uncertainty, the closer we get to them. My wolf on edge, but he always is when Braddock is near. He may be my brother, but we are as different as two people can be. “Oh, if it isn’t the prodigal son! He’s finally returned!” Brad calls, his words slurring from the moonshine in his drink. He stands from the rail he’s leaning against, to stumble along with a raised cup. “The future alpha of Blackstone.”

Chapter 14-2: The Luna Toby Chester had never been separated from his twin brother, Terry Chester, since the day they were born. Terry was there for Toby, cheering him when their parents died during a horrible car accident. Terry was also keeping him unharmed from the bullies who despised Toby's low wolf stature. Regardless of all the bad things that happened in his life, Toby could endure it, because he knew that his brother would always be right by his side, protecting him. Sadly, Toby felt that the moment has come for him to be separated from his brother... forever.

I spent the whole weekend in New York drinking alone. I was surprised, depressed and lost, after knowing Fai and Damian are brothers. I feel like there's no way to turn back and start from the beginning again. All my plans fell apart. I can say Damian is a good man and I am sure he won’t go back to me when he knows I am with his brother, Fai. Now, I don’t know what I should do? End my game with Fai and pursue Damian or continue the plan since I need more information about Damian, Anna and others.

"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."

Every moment of his existence seemed to intensify those feelings, even the simple act of breathing. He was constantly driving me insane and if he knew it, it'd be even worse. "You're my brother," I stammered after a tumultuous internal debate, "You shouldn't even be in the vicinity of my standards." "I'm not your brother, Bunny," he declared, his eyes deadly serious. "You said it yourself that you're my brother on the wedding day, and now you suddenly don't want to be my brother?" He chuckled, smoke swirling from his nose. "My prerogative. Besides, I'm not your brother—I'm your stepbrother. We're not even related. So stop labeling me as your brother because I have no fucking intention of bei

He asked. “Yes, and this is beta Richford and gamma Sydney when they were much younger and this is my cute brother, the alpha,” I said smiling at him. “So your brother is cute?” “Of course, can’t you see his lovely eyes,” I said pointing at my brother’s eyes, he didn’t comment on that, he just flipped that page, I don’t know if he was mad or something else. He goes to the next, where the six of us are, I was on Beta Richford's back, while Stacy is on Gamma Sydney's and Lydia on My brother's back.

He said pointing to the dark-haired Aubrey who smiled with pride as she stepped closer to Justin. But Tania didn’t hear the introductions at all, neither did she notice Aubrey’s little action. Her brain was full of denial as her eyes were settled on the man in the wheelchair, whom Cod finally introduced. “And this is my brother Justin.” Ha! There! He didn't say he was the Alpha. Maybe they had another brother who was the Alpha. She consoled herself.