Third Property Brother Novels & Stories

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude. I’m Luca, Damien’s brother.” My mother blinked. “Damien’s brother?” Luca nodded politely. “Yes. I heard about Mr. Valenci, and I just came to check on him. I didn’t want to disturb your rest, so Selena and I spoke out here.” Her brows lifted slightly in surprise. I could see the questions swirling behind her eyes. “Damien never mentioned a brother.” “I’ve been away for quite some time,” Luca said smoothly, not missing a beat. “Business overseas. I recently came back.”

They both looked like they had just finished wrestling trees in the woods while there was mud on their feet, scratches on their arms, and that unmistakable full-moon glow in their eyes. "Is there bacon?" one of them, Jason, I think, asked while smiling. "You have got to be kidding me," I said. "What is happening right now?" The third brother, Tyler, paused when he saw me. "Wow. An Omega. In our condo?" "Your house? No, no, no," I snapped and pointed a spatula at them. "I rented this condo. This is my house! Miss Tanya Edwards is supposed to be my roommate!"

"You deserve this. You deserve someone who makes you smile like that. I haven’t seen that smile in years. It’s cute" "Stop it." She laughed and just like that the moment passed. We talked about her day at work, her boyfriend, and this new restaurant she wanted us to try. I listened, laughed, and flowed with her energy, as I always do. She also talked about the small welcome party she was planning for her older brother who was finally moving back. She told me his brother was going to take over the family business and how excited her parents were about it. I nodded along, listening, asking questions, but none of it connected to the man who had just walked out of the bar. Why would it? That kin

It was hers from me. I get up and loped towards him, at a calculated pace. Close enough to whisper to him privately, I let out a sigh. “ Your brother signed my name into his will, making me, his grandson, his successor.” “ Not you, his multiple headed hydra of a brother. Not one of your prominent, and nerve twisting hydes of sons. And not even his own children.” “ Would you like me to capture the moment that convinced your brother that his business and capital was safest in my hands?”

“I wouldn’t expect him to leave work just to come get me.” Stacy scoffed. “That man is unbelievable. What kind of brother doesn’t even check on his sister? All he does is send random gifts like that makes up for everything.” I laughed softly, trying to act normal. “He’s always been like that,” I said. “You know how busy he is.” “Girl, I know he’s running the country’s top company and all that,” she said, “but that’s not an excuse.” I could already imagine her rolling her eyes.

"I didn't take your 3rd in command, I asked my best friend for help." Anthony growled as he turned away from his brother. He was frustrated at how cocky his brother was, Frustrated that Dimitri could just waltz in and take his 3rd in command like that. Or maybe he was more frustrated with the fact that his own 3rd in command is closer to his brother, who's not even a member of the pack anymore.

“If you are so tired of me, just throw me out of the house instead of trying to sell me off like property!” Karen recoiled slightly. “Don’t be dramatic. Your sister got married...” Holly didn’t wait to hear the rest because she knew it so well. It was the same story, the same excuse for the past years. She stormed inside, her heels striking the marble steps hard. Betty folded her arms and sneered. “No wonder no one wants her. Looks like Ray doesn’t want her either,” she mocked. Ray’s grip on the car key in his palm tightened.

I said slowly, “that we just broke into your old roommate’s million-dollar beach house?” “Not broke in,” Ethan corrected, voice calm. Too calm. “Borrowed. Temporarily. He’s in Spain for the next three months shooting that documentary. House sits empty. We’re just… house-sitting.” “Without telling him,” I pointed out. Noah shrugged. “He’d say yes if he was around to ask. Probably. Anyway, we’re here now. No point crying over un-sent texts.” I stared at my brother like he’d grown a second head. Noah had always been reckless—jumping off roofs into pools, sneaking into concerts, the whole cliché—but this felt different. This felt like actual trespassing. With consequences.

I raised my eyebrows at my brother. "So I opened a hotel in Orlando and I decided you would be the perfect head." I scoffed at my brother's generosity. "Orlando? Is that how badly you want to get rid of me?" "I don't know what you are talking about? You said you were looking for a job and now I'm offering." I looked at my lying brother, he soon realized I'm not buying it so he smartly decided to drop the act. "You can't blame me, you've been MIA for the past three years, now you are staying, having meetings with our old friend Zach." I glared at my brother.

A flurry of emotion stormed across Third Brother’s face in quick succession. He almost rushed forward to give Benedict a good bashing. The latter was in shock. Although Third Brother was thin and frail, it would not be surprising if the man would fight with his life in regards to this extraordinary shame of being cheated on. It surely took Benedict by surprise that Third Brother gave in to his weak self once again. Despite the rage that was written all over his face, he suppressed himself from lashing out in the end.