Novel & Cerita Stabbington Brother #2

Paul stepped back, adjusting his sleeve calmly as if nothing had happened. “I will make you watch as I torment her,” he said, a creepy smile on his face. He placed the cap back on his head and walked out quickly, pushing the trolley along, the door shutting behind him. Vivian lay there, trembling. “No...” she whispered to herself weakly. She tried to sit up and reached for the call button, but her arm only lifted halfway. Her fingers went numb, and her body felt heavy. She slid off the side of the bed, her weakened limbs unable to hold her weight.

Stefan wanted to know what his brother was hiding, he shrugged his head and asked him to come out. Jack nodded, stood up, and yawned. "Stella, I'm going to have some refreshments, do you want some?" "No, you brothers carry on." Stefan and Jack nodded and walked out of the ward.

I said, shaking my head. A couple hours went by, then I was discharged from their hospital, and given a guest bedroom, in their packhouse, Skylar, i found out is 17 at the moment, turning 18 in four months, Turns out, her brother was the Alpha here, Alpha Christian Cain Hawthorn, and his pack is called the Blue Creek pack, another big pack. The door to my room opened and in comes a guy that looks about 24. He's hot. But not hotter than Damien, not because he is my mate tho, Lol. “Hello dear brother, it's nice to finally have you here. How was the torturing going/" Skylar asked her brother playfully. He shook his head, "shut up Sky," he said jokingly.

with stubble, the same firm and straight jaw, his hair was much longer, gathered in a ponytail, he was wearing a pair of cargo pants, and a tight T-shirt Both men were obviously muscular, huge I should say, the one with long hair and who had an expression that definitely did not inspire the slightest confidence in him was standing with his arms crossed, leaning against the false wall that divided the living room and the dining room. , his muscles tensing as he looked at her, the second brother, who I can't look at without feeling slightly embarrassed, is sitting on the sofa, staring at me hard as he puts down a Tablet, I narrow my eyes in his direction.

(Dante's POV) The atmosphere in the Blackwood mansion was suffocating. Don Salvatore Blackwood sat in his high-backed chair, his face a mask of cold fury. At fifty-eight, he'd seen it all, but he never imagined his own sons would bring such shame upon the family. Across the long table, Dante’s older brother, Vincent, scowled at a stack of newspapers. Every front page was a variation of the same story. "Chicago Mob Family Implicated in Bullying Scandal."

on top of me his thrusts are savage it's painful at this point as I claw at him to stop he doesn't then I feel him coming inside me he stays there until he's sure I have milked him dry. I just lay there out of breath shocked that my sweet seventeen year old step brother just attacked me in the back of his truck.

she added, lowering her voice, “remember this family’s image matters. Whatever differences you think you have with your brother, you keep them private. I won’t tolerate public embarrassment.” Adrian stared at the city outside his window, lights blurring slightly. “Is that all?” he asked. “Yes,” she said curtly. “Be a good brother. Be responsible. That’s all I ask.” The line went dead before he could respond. Adrian lowered the phone slowly. Good brother. Responsible. The words echoed hollowly. He sat there for a long moment, the silence pressing in, before letting out a quiet, humorless laugh. Some things never changed.

He wipes a tear with his finger and I roll my eyes. Drama king. "I know most of you think I hate my brother," he continues , "but I don't. Infact, my fight with him at my engagement party was because of her." I frown. Where is this headed? He stares into the camera, "Sara Jane is a manipulative liar and schemer and today I come out to free myself from her treacherous web and also pull the wool from my brother's eyes. Today," He pauses. "I come out to say that she," his eyes bores into the camera, peering at me like he was there with me in the room.

And as she lay down, staring at the ceiling, she realized something else: this wasn’t over. It was just the beginning. Her best friend's brother was prohibited.

The cold breeze blew off my long dark wet hair as I increased the speed of the Jeep. I am Alpha Sebastian Shepherd, twin brother of Damon Shepherd. We are both twenty-one years of age and born with distinct tribal tattoos that covered half of our bodies but had not yet embraced our wolf forms much to the dismay of the Pack's elders.