Take My Brother Away Cast Novels & Stories

And followed Brother behind, and he pushed the door open only for us to find out that his gamma and beta were already inside, the three of us turned and looked at each other. “Good night?” I said but my brother's voice came up “Sit your ass down,” I gulped my saliva, and as I take to my seat, so do Lydia and Stacy. “What the fuck is this?” Brother threw some pictures in front of me, and I grabbed starting, with those pictures of Ethel pulling me roughly at the bar, even the one that he attempted to slap me and my eyes fell on the one that he pushed me off his car two weeks ago. My heart was shrinking in my chest, I picked the pictures with shaking hands, as my throat burned. Tears were alrea

I held Darren's arms and I wished I could have been there for him. Darren said, "And as soon as we turned 20, we were pushed onto the market and started to... get into the trade. Everything was fine at first. We were really good at what we did, and most customers were kind to us. Then, one day, a man came and he took my brother away. Before he went away, he told me that he had made some soup for me in the pot, and then he left. Those were his last words to me... He wanted me to have some soup. That was the last time I saw him alive. When he was sent back a few months later, he was in pieces. His arms were ripped off. His skin was peeled off. I couldn't recognize him, but they told me that he

“You can’t force me into this.” “Of course not,” he said, with an icy smile. “But if you walk away, you’ll also walk away from your mother’s sponsorship. From her treatment. From everything we promised you. The choice is yours. Ethan was reckless. Alexander will fix it. That’s who he is.” His words landed like shards of glass.

Now, I even saw the contempt and ridicule in the eyes of my brother’s lover. I knew her. She was Vicky White, a famous beauty in our town. Her father was Kincaid White, the Gamma of our pack. She was one year older than me. She was one of my brother’s lovers. Maybe it was because she was beautiful or because of her identity, my brother doted on her. Although my brother had many lovers, Vicky thought she was my brother's true love. I even heard that my brother would marry Vicky if he didn't find his mate six months later. I didn't know whether the news was true or false. But if my brother really married Vicky, my life would be more miserable than now.

In consequence she felt rested, more rested than she’d done in a long time. Not since Kaleb had come back into her life, in fact. However, it was time to get up and face the day and it wasn’t just the familiar nausea that was causing her stomach to quiver in protest. Dear God, what had Tilly really thought when her brother had thrown open the door and stormed out of the house without any reasonable word of explanation the night before? At the time, however, Tilly had gazed after her brother as if she didn’t understand the situation. And then she'd looked at Sasha and found she was wearing only a bathrobe and an expression Sasha didn’t quite understand had crossed her face.

The beta's body trembled. “Why are you mad at me?” I could not help but ask. “You killed my brother!” He clenched his fist as if stopping himself from doing something that would make him regret something. “Beta. That's enough!” Cayden muttered, grabbing the beta’s hand and pulling him toward their side. “Sunshine did not kill anyone. Not even our little brother.” “Cayden is right, Brother,” Dustin seconded. The beta slapped his brother's hands away. “You two are ways siding with her. Did you bewitch them?”

"We can't do this. Not anymore. You're my stepbrother now." He chuckled, a deep rumble that vibrated through me. "Stepbrother," he repeated, tasting the word. "Doesn't change what happened last night. Or how much you moaned my name." His hand brushed my lower back subtly, fingers tracing the curve of my spine through my shirt. I stepped away, heat pooling in my groin despite myself. "This is serious," I hissed. "My dad... your mom... if they find out—" "They won't," he interrupted, popping a strawberry into his mouth with casual grace. "Unless you can't handle a little secret." His dark eyes challenged me, daring me to push back.

Emma arrived at the small café ten minutes early. The place was quiet. Tucked away from the main streets. Neutral ground. She chose a corner table near the window. Ordered a latte she barely touched. Her hands fidgeted with the napkin. The documents from her father’s office still burned in her mind. Julian Cross. Her brother. A name she had never known until the files had revealed him. The paternity test. The photos. The wire transfers. The life lived in shadows while she and Damon had grown up in the light.

He looks old and tired himself. “Come sister. Join us.” He says. We are seated at the table. My brother looks at all the people in the crowd. “You may sit,” he says into the microphone. My brother is their leader. This is not good. This is going to be disastrous. I am seated between Camilla and Brooke. The two of them are so close to me I cannot move. “Am I ok?” I ask Brooke. “Yes. Everything is perfect. Just do not panic.” She says.

“Leaving where?” “I have no idea.” I scoffed. “Anywhere else but here with you. I promised Mom I would not take part in human trafficking and I stand by that.” His eyes flashed with anger. “You can't walk away from me. You're an integral part of my entire business empire!” I shook my head. “Not anymore, Father.” With a nod at my brother, I turned around and walked away. I was almost at the door when I heard a commotion. “Father, No!” My brother said and he rarely spoke around other people. Turning around I saw my father had taken my gun and now pointed it at my chest. My brother had left his side and was standing between the two of us.