Stan Pines Brother Novels & Stories

Everything was going according to my meticulously color-coded schedule. Until I saw Stan. He stood near the rear entrance, looking entirely out of place amidst the sea of tuxedoes and silk gowns. He wore a faded denim jacket, dark jeans, and boots that had seen better days. But it wasn’t his clothes that made my heart violently slam against my ribs—it was the stark, undeniable exhaustion carved into his face. My elder brother, the man who had walked away from our family five years ago without a word, was standing twenty feet away from me.

Something darker — something that had been growing for years. He leaned closer to his brother. "I don't want your money, brother." His voice dropped. "I want to watch you lose everything." Adrian's face hardened. Liam smiled. "The way you've always taken everything from me. And I want you to stay away from her. None of your business — her and the pregnancy. Get lost, brother." Liam walked away. I was in the office that moment, listening to all of it. But Adrian had already told me not to get involved.

Pathetic, right? He was pulling his black sweatpants back on, the ones that hung low on his hips, showing the sharp V-line and the edge of that tattoo that hid below his waistband. Twenty-two years old, three years older than me, and built like he spent half his life in the gym or behind the wheel of those illegal street cars he raced. He was my step brother… and my dirty little secret. “Fuck, that was close,” Liam muttered, running a hand through his messy dark hair. His gray eyes flicked toward the door like he expected his dad to bust in any second. “William was still up when I snuck out. Had to wait forever.”

“Don't be afraid. I'm sure your brother will be there and even though he's a jerk, he won't let any else that isn't him or Sean mess with you and I'll have your back. I guess she is right. My brother may like to make stupid remarks about me, but he only allows Sean to go along with it. If anyone else tries, he shuts them down hard. Last year he broke a boy's nose for calling me a tease. Hopefully tonight doesn't take a horrible turn.

I snapped, losing my patience with his almost intentional misunderstanding. "Watch it." His low voice warned as his eyebrow lifted at me in amusement. "The difference is that you're going around telling people we were step-siblings before this. That's not something to tell people Jack. I don't want people knowing that." I pushed as I stared up at him. His eyes narrowed at me as he lifted his lips into a slight smirk before speaking. "Why'd you fuck your stepbrother then?" He questioned as his eyebrows furrowed together. I stayed silent not really knowing what to say to that.

“I’ll avenge June! I’ll slaughter every last zombie! “Right now, the most important thing is to get me out of here, Eira.” Castiel’s words made me laugh bitterly. “You killed June. Her death was your fault, not anyone else’s. What makes you think I would help you?!” Castiel roared in rage, “Eira, she was just an outsider! I’m your real brother!” ‘An outsider?’ I thought. All these years, June had looked after me and cared for me. When the zombies attacked, she shielded me behind her. Meanwhile, my dear brother was out bathing with his mistress!

He squeezed her hand gently, his voice thick with relief, “Thank you for trying, baby sis. That effort means the world to me. Please rest well tonight. I have a big surprise waiting for you tomorrow.” Rain furrowed her beautiful brows as her eyes searched his face for a hint of what her brother was planning. However, Harvey didn't give anything away; instead, he leaned over and affectionately ruffled her hair. Without another word, her brother picked up the tray and slipped out of the room, leaving her alone with her questions and the lingering warmth of his touch. At Durban Correctional Services, Payton Phillips was happy to see his best friend, Jasper Finch, and asked, “How is marriage tre

And drugs… “Brother, when will you find dad?” “Ahhh. Sorry!” I came to my senses at the tearful baby voice. This isn’t something to imagine with an innocent 4-year-old baby in front of me. Absolutely not! “H-Harper, right?” “Yeah. What about brother?” “Huh?” “Brother’s name.” “Ah, ahaha. There’s a counter over there. Nurse—!” I’m sorry. I have no name to tell you. Please just remember me as a cool brother passing by. That’ll be good for you. And for me too…

You could ask me if I’m in love with my brother’s best friend and I would tell you with a straight face absolutely fucking not. Kane Wilder is my brother Landon’s best friend, a.k.a a pain in my fucking ass. I met him for the first time when I was six.

He easily crossed six-feet-five. "Who are you?" I asked, not trying to be intimidated by his thuggish looks. Adrian cleared his throat beside me, "This is Apollo, Blue's older brother." My jaw probably dropped to the floor. Out of all the days that Blue had been here worrying about her family, her brother had a good timing of finally showing up. Note the fucking sarcasm.