Stan Pines Brother Novels & Stories

“You knew? We thought we were being very discreet.” “Not at all.” He meets my eyes, smiling. “My brother was in Vegas and overdosed. Before he OD’d, though, he stole money from a Salvation Army bucket set up outside a store. My parents had to fly out and deal with him.” “Oh my God. I remember Logan and Owen saying something about your brother being in Vegas, and how he was a crazy partier.” “He’s been ‘partying’ for the last fifteen years.” I move closer to Jim. “I’m so sorry, Jim.”

“ Stephan asked me as he dropped the stone in his hands . “ I never thought I was going to see you here , thought you were so mad at me and you aren’t going to come see them because these days , you cannot imagine the things that you could do . Coming from the same person who had his own brother tied in chains like he was is some kind of criminal , you have no right to say those words to me . “ But I am not the one who wanted to go on a killing spree just because he couldn’t keep his emotions in check . “ I am not the bad brother here Nate , I am not the one person who couldn’t stand his own brothers knowing that it was the only thing he had left . Before we could build this whole pack , we

He leaned in and whispered, "But Stan wants the throne. He has proven there's no Lynth princess anywhere." "Interesting," I added, not because I cared. I didn't know any of these people so it sounded so far off to me. "Stan's Faye's brother." He added for my benefit, "He's going to be here in a few hours and he's not that much of a Colton's Fan so don't expect him to be nice to you. Okay?" I nodded, gulping down the juice in my glass.

I'm still frowning when I face Zero, who's slipping his cut off his shoulders and placing it like a priceless gem on the chair that Texas left in front of the bed. “Can you tell me about your family, do you have brothers or sisters?” If he is shocked by my sudden question, he doesn't show it. He proceeds to the bed, sitting down to untie his boots. “My dad is on his way from Seattle, had some club stuff to sort out, but we can see him tomorrow. My brother is in a rehab facility, got stabbed in the back, doctors said he’ll never walk again but the man is persistent. He’ll be home in a month. My mother is dead to me, haven't seen her since I was a kid, the rest we can talk ‘bout another time,

he gave Ricardo a handshake. His Mother led me to the dining room and gestured for me to sit on the chair next to the one Ricardo sat on. His grandmother was now sitting too and I was between both Ricardo and her. “Welcome” it was a calm voice this time. I looked to the direction it came from and saw a young man with dark blonde curly hair. “This is my brother Luca. Luca, this is Odessa” He looked awfully familiar, but I couldn't remember where I'd seen him before.

He and I never dated or anything, but he felt guilty when he learned about his brother's death right after waking up, he knew we were mates but after a while, the idea came to us both, after a bit of persuasion of course and we started to talk more, became friends while I was trying to run a pack, he was helping me, one thing led to the other till we eventually ended up this way, and his parents didn’t intervene on the choices he took, now we are mated, marked and are in charge of the biggest pack in the USA. As he placed his suit in the back of the chair he stretched himself walked to take his things, “Had a hard day?” I asked Stan who was now walking to get his shower, “hard as day, I want

When I came back from Silvermoon Training Camp, I saw my older brother, Zachary Barker, leaning back against the couch with fine beads of sweat sliding down his taut neck. He was wearing some gray sweatpants, and his eyes looked somewhat dazed. "Zachy? Why are you back so early today?" I went over to him, meaning to grab his hand, but instead, I touched a warm, sticky liquid on his hand. "Why's your hand all wet?" I asked, holding up my hand and sniffing it. "There's a strange smell to it too…"

Dante’s twin brother. I'd never met Marco; I only knew he existed. Dante had told me Marco handled family business in Europe and rarely came back to Chicago. Whenever I asked, he'd say they didn't get along and told me not to push it. But what was he saying now? "Bro, you really never touched Rose? Seriously though, she's a hell of a ride." Marco’s face twisted into a sickening grin that made me want to throw up. I had to fight to hold it down.

and allow my wife to abandon me on our wedding day to be with another man. Before I could even react, another person burst in through the door. It was my older sister, Hillary Sloane. The moment she stepped inside, rather than showing concern, she started scolding me. "Ivan Sloane, can't you be more understanding? Your brother is lying sick in the hospital, and all you can think about is marrying Lenora. "You're heartless. If it weren't for Gideon, do you think you'd even be standing here today? You shouldn't be so selfish. Can't you just let him have this?"

Yet another face. “Bye.” She slams the receiver down, folds her arms on the desk, and stares straight into my soul. “I can explain,” I blurt. “My brother got stabbed by a psycho stalker with revenge issues … and his twin … my brother’s not the stalker’s … is spiraling because he wasn’t stabbed, traffic was a nightmare, I tripped on the stairs, and I fell flat on my ass in front of a very beautiful man who also happens to be the trainer in my puppy group class —”