Stranger Things Older Brother Novels & Stories

Two days… That was weird The best friends sat around a old time lunch table waiting for food as they were starving. “Am I the only one bothered that your brother has yet to retaliate us after that night?” Ava asked while chewing a gum. Sophia thought it was weird too but threw her in an unbothered manner. “Maybe he has learnt his lesson to keep it down” Or maybe he was waiting for the right moment to spark…

The man's eyes glistened in humor and he rubbed his chin as his eyes lingered over me. "Are you my older brother's pereche by chance," he asked and my mouth fell open. "I'm Ambrose, Vlad and Xander's younger brother by a couple eons," he said and offered me his large hand. I placed mine in his and felt a comfortable warmth flow through my body. Ambrose pulled his hand away quickly and growled low.

Her voice grew closer, footsteps approached as I zipped my bag shut, ready to leave. The door swung open, and there they were—Aaron just standing there and Rhoda behind him, looking exasperated. Their gazes flicked to my packed bag, Rhoda’s eyes turned glassy as she took a step forward. “Jo...” she whispered, her voice breaking. I looked at her, ignoring Aaron completely. “Just so you know,” I said calmly, “your brother is an asshole. And yeah, I’ll text you my address in the morning.” I stepped forward, waiting for them to move out of my way.

Robert Beverly was the oldest brother of all, he was working at a Christian center, he disappeared and was not seen there. Parents locked their children inside the house, the only thing that connected them was internet access to be in contact with the world. The daughter who survived was 13 years old, she was simply mutilated, cut all over the place. The cops started asking who it did, as well as started babbling an answer. She babbled and spoke. – It was my brothers did that to me. – Then she stopped talking and started to cry. It had been the brothers themselves, the police saw a door ajar at the back of the house, towards the woods, when the dogs began to sniff around.

They wondered if I had a long history of bad deeds that even my own mother could not stand me. Unlike my mother's calm and indifferent attitude, Ian seemed a little anxious. He kept smoking at the door because he had too many cases against him. He was also afraid of being recognized. A hand suddenly patted his shoulder. "You must be Ian." He nearly jumped up in fright, but the police officer simply handed him an amulet. "Your brother left this behind before he left. Take it home." I had never let that amulet out of my sight. I had a high fever when I was three, and my mother had specially gotten it to bless me. Back then, our relationship was not so strained, and this amulet held precious me

He was none other than the oldest brother of the Quinn family, Quinn July. Quinn July is the oldest among Old man Quinn’s grand children. He became a General in his 30s. He is very strict and honest. Whatever he says, stands in the Quinn family. But the only fault he has is his love for his only sister, Lisa. Just like the other members of the Quinn family, he loves Lisa to a fault.

He leaned against Nick's tombstone with the corners of his lips slightly curved upward. "Nick, let's get to know each other again. I'm your eldest brother, Maverick. Are you surprised to hear the news? The man whom you saved from the street was actually your eldest brother. Do you feel like hitting me now?" "As he recalled what had happened before, a smile appeared on his face."

Brie tiptoed carefully down the aisle. The stranger seemed confused, swinging his head around like a cat who'd stuck its head into a plastic bag. His long hair was getting trapped in things, restricting him slightly. "I'll find you! You did this to me." He growled, seething with rage, clawing himself along the shelves. Brie felt at her back pocket, grabbing the knife instinctively. She backed away simultaneously. Studying his face, she grimaced as his eyes oozed with blood and strange black gunk. His skin had shriveled as if he had died years ago.

“Your stepmother has a talent, huh? Reminds me of Austin’s mother.” “No shit, Sherlock.” I couldn’t help but laugh bitterly. “She’s so talented that I want to crush her so bad.” “Well, as long as you hold up your end of the bargain, I’ll help you figure out a way to bring her down. And my brother too.” His eyes met mine for a split second, sharp and knowing. “But right now, let’s deal with your frustration first.” I didn’t answer. I just turned away, pressing my forehead lightly against the window, letting the blur of city lights and trees distract me until we finally turned in at the gates of his house.

“Made by you. Tonight.” Elara laughed, relief spilling out of her. “Deal.” “Okay,” Nyra said slowly. “Hear me out. What if he’s your long-lost brother or something?” Elara blinked. “What?” Nyra shrugged. “I’m just saying. Stranger things have happened.” Elara shook her head, stunned but considering it. “I’ve thought about that,” she admitted. “But it doesn’t make sense. He wasn’t born here. And my parents aren't one the type to hide a lost son, I'd have heard about it”.