Novel & Cerita Stabbington Brother #2

His father would consider him more incapable than his cousin. After a long pause, he quickly snatched his phone from the table and dialed, his jaw clenched hard. After a ring, the call connected. “Mr. Ashford.” Blake’s eyes flashed. “Put Jace Holloway on the line,” he demanded. There was a pause. “He already left instructions,” the voice on the other end said. “That was him being lenient. Next time, he wouldn’t consider your years of friendship.” The message was relayed.

I need someone who won't immediately run to Rowan and tell him his best friend is losing her mind. My thumb hovers over I*******m, and before I can second-guess myself, I open Sebastian's profile. This is crazy. I barely know Sebastian. He's Rowan's estranged twin brother, someone with his own complicated agenda, his own issues with Rowan that I don't fully understand. He's dangerous and unpredictable and probably the last person I should be trusting with this. But he’s the only person I can think of who will help me dig up the dirt Jane is trying to bury.

There was a grey stone floating in the center of the table as it lit up dimly. "Since when did I taught you how to speak to your brother like that?" The voice that came from the grey stone halted. Minerva already guessed that on the other line was her Brother Lincoln–the younger brother of her Brother Kendrick. Her father already told her about him. Brother Lincoln was the total opposite of Brother Kendrick. If Brother Kendrick was strict and uptight, Brother Lincoln was happy-go-lucky and lazy. "If I once again heard that you called your brother such names, I'd make sure that you could not step foot right here in the Capital."

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.

(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.