The Brothers Jones Once Upon A Time Novels & Stories

“So? You were in love with my brother before you even knew what he looked like. If that isn’t true love, I don’t know what is.” Nyra burst out laughing, rolling her eyes. “Okayyy. Fine. I’ll come. If he even shows up, he never does.” Elara smirked. “Oh, he will.” They ended up on Nyra’s couch after dinner, stretched out in a loose sprawl that came from being full and unwilling to move, the low hum of the evening settling around them while the city outside Nyra’s windows carried on without their involvement. The plates sat untouched on the coffee table, forks crossed where they had been dropped, the smell of tomato sauce still faint in the air.

He let out a deep breath, throwing the dirty washcloth in his hand on the table and digging his hand into the front pockets of his apron. Josie and I sat down awkwardly on the barstools, not exactly knowing how we could get right to what we'd come for without sounding rude. Jon's brother seemed to be in a mood to share. Then again, his sharing could also be to our advantage. "I'd never really thanked him for being there and stepping up to the task when our parents had died, you know?" He explained ruefully.

Austin commanded, glaring at his brother. The tension mounted when Jason gave his brother a death stare, and the two brothers stood in a staring contest until Theo shouted, “What are you three… Five years old! We have bigger things to worry about than who’s the Queen B of this household. Zane has Damion, remember?!”

he says finally. “I am careful.” I sink onto the couch, glancing around the room lazily. “This one just had impressive determination for someone so deeply unqualified.” My gaze sweeps across the estate again. “Where is everyone?” “Amber and John went to some charity event,” Ava answers. “They dragged everyone else with them.” “Julian?” I ask casually. “He never came by today.” Hm. Can’t say I didn’t miss my dear brother a little. “Shaun.” Dad gestures toward the hallway with a slight tilt of his head. “My office.”

“Just saying… now they won’t even look at me. It’s going to be so awkward when we go back home.” “You saved us. I feel like I should contribute something that could make them hate you less for choosing our side, but at the same time, I feel like I’m going to make everything worse.” Tristan stood up and dusted off his luxurious clothes before pointing in a direction. “The brothers were last seen in the lake. Aron is in his chambers, resting. Do what you want with that information.” “That way is the lake?” Lei stood up, too, ready to visit the upset siblings.

It took me only a second to change before I was in the hallway with the rest of my brothers. Jones clapped his hand on my shoulder as he let out a loud 'Woop' before he saw the distress on my face and quickly quieted. All around me, the cheering began to die out as what appeared to be the last woman made her way down the stairs. It took me only a moment before I shrugged off Jones's hand and took off down the hallway. At the top of the stairs, I could see my brothers beginning to make their way back to either the dining area or their rooms as the excitement had ended.

The word brothers kept repeating in Sophia’s mind again and again. She looked at the three men, Alexander, Damian, and Lorenzo. searching their faces for anything she recognized, something she could believe. “No,” she said quietly, her hand shaking as she held the knife. “That can’t be true. I would remember. I would know if I had brothers.” Alexander’s expression softened, but there was sadness in his eyes. “You were very little when it happened,” he said gently. “We were older. You might remember us as the boys who played with you in the garden, who built blanket forts, who read you bedtime stories.”

An amusement. His jaw clenched. No, he wouldn't let her mess with his head. Not when he had a chance to prove himself to his mother once and for all. Not with the CEO position hanging in the balance. He needed control and he was going to do it by ensuring she knew her place in the company. And that was beneath him. He decided then, to go to his brother and turn him against Jillian. _____________________________________________________ Jillian jumped when her office phone rang barely an hour into the workday.

That was the point. I didn’t RSVP or announce my arrival. I slipped in like a ghost, just another man in a crowd of polished, pretentious socialites who clinked glasses and smiled with teeth too white and eyes too hollow. I’ve planned this for weeks. To witness the beginning of my brother’s so-called fairy-tale and then destroy it, piece by piece. I’ve envisioned walking up to Damien with a smirk on my face, telling him in vivid detail how I’d spent a night tangled up with his bride. The woman he was parading around like a trophy.

“I know—we do look alike. I hope he told you about me?” “Yeah, he did. But he didn’t mention the resemblance,” I answered. “Oh, alright then! He showed me your pictures, though you look a bit… weaker than I expected. Are you alright?” I felt a small flush of embarrassment. “I’m fine, thank you.” I recalled John had mentioned he had an elder brother and an elder sister—he said Robert was two years older than their sister and their sister was three years older than him. I’d always been painfully shy, yet somehow, speaking with him had felt easier than with most strangers.