Stan Pines Brother Novels & Stories

He paused, spreading his arms as if waiting for us to enter them. Silver and I just stared at him, our faces blank. Even though the name sounded familiar, I didn’t want to believe it was him. “Oh, come on,” he groaned. “My beautiful face may not show the family resemblance, but I am Zephyr’s elder brother. Don’t tell me you don’t know he has a brother?” His brother? My eyes widened in shock. No wonder he looked familiar. But why did I doubt him? Why did I believe he was lying? “Liar!” I shouted at him.

On his deathbed, he handed over the Maxwell Corporation and me, twelve years old at the time, into Leon’s care. Everyone said my brother was the perfect heir. However, I knew better. Behind that polite, gentlemanly mask was a ruthless lone wolf. I stood outside Leon’s study, my hand hovering over the door handle, hesitating to push it. Finally, I sucked in a breath and twisted the knob. The familiar scent of cedarwood hit me immediately. The air felt chill and restrained, just like him. “Huh? He’s not here?” Seriously? He told me to come back, and then he wasn’t even home.

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.

Rose asked calmly. A voice echoed— “We’re right here, sweetheart…” 😈 Rose looked ahead— 6–7 men stood there. She asked coldly— “Where’s her brother?” The leader frowned for a second— “Brother?” 🤔 Then burst out laughing. “Roma baby… who’s this ‘brother’?” The girl stepped forward confidently now— “Don’t know, Tony baby… I just needed to bring this idiot here.” Tony smirked— “Good job. Now get rid of those cheap clothes.”

She wanted to scream, to be angry, but their wedding was already upon them. Moments later, Adeline collapsed, losing consciousness. Passersby immediately rushed to her aid, providing first aid. When she came to, Adeline was met with the sterile scent of medicine in a room filled with other patients. The surrounding noise slowly became clear, and she realized a man was sitting in the chair beside her bed. "Mr. Axel?" Adeline gasped, startled. She recognized him instantly as Axel Sterling, Julian's elder brother. "Don't move so suddenly." His voice was calm. Adeline felt a wave of awkwardness and tried to steady herself. She didn't understand—why was Axel here? As far as she remembered, she ha

I stammered, still scared after what he almost did when he tried to kiss me. "My dad told me to stay until you finished." "You can leave." I lowered my eyes to my plate and started eating. He ignored me, focusing on his phone instead. The plate was still full—I always ate slowly. Curiosity broke the silence. "Mister Adrian, can I ask you something?" He paused scrolling and looked at me. His dark eyes were deadly. "Speak," he said sharply, then lowered his gaze to his phone. "Are you Emilia’s real brother? I didn’t know she had a brother."

she paused and glanced up at him, his eyes met hers. ‘What should she call him? Brother?’ Katrina wondered. Jace also stared back, his eyes moved through hers knowing what she was thinking. “I am responsible for her” he told Collin, his hands went down her shoulder to grasp her hand. It seemed more like he was making a claim on her as his. Collin’s smile drowned, his jaw clenched and he glared back at him. “So you’re family? I never see you at the hospital” he let out.

“Hello, fam!” Chad’s cheerful voice echoes through our stall as my brother approaches us, wearing his Sentinel’s cap, a glass of beer in hand. For a moment, I hold my breath, expecting to see Spencer by his side, but he’s nowhere in sight. My tongue itches to ask my brother where his friend is, but I control myself. I don’t want to sound desperate. “Need a hand there, Mom?” he offers, leaning against the shelf I’m working on to organize the muffins and mini lime pies.