Stan Pines Brother Novels & Stories

Leaning forward, he pointed at Maxine, “You’re the one who should explain to me.” Maxine sighed in frustration. She just wanted to know what happened that she had to go through all this, but the man seemed to be making it hard for her. “Did I really kill your brother?” She asked, hoping that it was just some sort of a prank. “Do you think what I said was a joke?” Ignoring his irritating tone, she asked for his brother’s name instead. “Scott, Scott Hartmann.” “When and where was he murdered?” “Last January at Purple Spade.”

The thought of him drinking the blood turned my stomach. "I Phillip Bloodstone, Brother of Alpha Erik, agree to this deal." I snarled as I spoke my brother's name. The sound of it coming from my mouth made blood boil and my jaw clench. "I might end up liking you after all." He said, his voice amused.

My new brother who is yet to know his name started clapping so did I, he looked at me And smile, but I could see sadness hidden in it, I shook it off since it's not possible The marriage went by fastly as if he already made all necessary arrangements, Even before he proposed, I didn't get to spend much time with my new brother, His name is Mavis, everybody in our school know he is my brother now Though we have a different surname, he is Okafor and I bears the name of my father, Arinze He hardly speaks to me in school, after the marriage my mother and I left the one-room we live in and moved into Mr. Bright 2 rooms apartment. He shares one room with my mother, I have the other room, which ori

Blood rushed faster through my veins and I found wished I could find whoever that was that called him a simp, then show him what a real simp looks like. “He… they were stepping on him. So I stepped in and helped him.” I replied nonchalantly with a shrug of my shoulder, praying that they would buy it and get off my case. I added up by throwing his phone to the table in front of me before focusing on my laptop in front of me, but it was nearly impossible. There was no focusing, not after reading the things I have read. What if he saw them? What was he thinking of me right? Was he expecting me to step up and call out the one who posted that picture? Clear our relationship and tell the whole wor

After the succession ceremony was hastily called to a halt, Susan, my assistant, anxiously approached me holding a phone. “Miss Lyra, public opinion is getting worse by the minute. What should we do?” I took the phone from her and patted her shoulder. “Don't worry. Rumors will collapse under their own weight.” With that, I tapped into the livestream where my brother, Daniel, was currently broadcasting malicious information. On the screen, he was leaning back leisurely on the sofa.

He just pulled out of the parking area and drove through the city. We eventually stopped at a quieter street and he cut the engine. A few people were walking and only one shop still had its lights on across the road. “Friday,” he said. “Yes,” I responded. He was quiet. “I’m not going to pretend it didn’t happen,” he said. I didn’t respond. “And I’m not going to behave as if it was a mistake,” he said. His words were quiet and measured. But his usual composure was missing underneath. “But I need you to know that I know what it means,” he said, finally looking at me. “Where we are. What this building is and what my brother and father are watching for.”

He looked at my photo on the gravestone and said softly, "Because he was my brother. He has the kindest heart. "When you broke a plate at our place as a kid, he took the blame for you and got scolded by Mom. "When you didn't do well on a test, he tore up his own certificate and said he didn't do well either. "He never blamed anyone." Priscilla's tears finally fell. She crouched down. Her hand rested on my name that was carved into the stone. "Caleb, I'm sorry. "In the next life, I won't let you endure everything alone," she said through choked sobs.

“I’m afraid he does not have any money for the plane fare to send him home, and he’s ashamed to ask for it. So I’ve come to take him home with me.” “Where is home, dear?” “We live an hour away from Chicago in a town you probably never heard of.” “Hmm... that’s a bit far from here. What was your brother doing here, if I may ask?” “He was on a hiking trip to conquer the Great Divide. And he decided to explore Washington while he was around.” “Do you have a picture of your brother I can show around?” “Yeah.” Bree produced a copy of the last photo they took together. Bran had an afternoon shadow, so one could imagine what he would look like with a full-on beard and mustache.

he proclaimed. “How did he find us when he just left the mansion?” Shaking his head, Stanley pointed over at his brother. “He has traveled through the storm, look at him his clothes are still wet and his hair is damp!” Pinching my lip I narrowed my eyes at Ryken and thought there was no way he would have been aware of what happened between the guys and me in the past. I side-eyed Stanley and tugged his sleeve. “How did your brother know about my past if it's not true,” I asked him.