Who Are Ponyboy's Brothers 소설 & 이야기

I said and we walked to where Xavier and the other guys sat with the blondes. "Dylan, Liam, Lyle meet Xavier and Xander Elena's brothers, Derek and Leon Alexa's brothers and Brianna and Brittany"I introduced them and Brianna and Brittany made flirty eyes towards them. "Now let's go and meet the old ones," I said and we walked to where the parents sat. "Alberto" I called and he turned to me. "Alberto meet Dylan, Liam and Lyle guys Alberto, "I said. "Dylan as in your elder brother?" he asked and I nodded.

Cody giggled and said, “Parky, come and meet Kayson! Since I’m your brother, Kayson will be your eldest brother. You got me?” “Okay!” Parker replied seriously, " Pleasure to meet you, Kayson. I’m Parker Yount, Cody’s youngest brother.” Kayson was rendered speechless and smacked Cody’s back. “Stop talking nonsense!” The crisis of the gym was temporarily lifted, and the disciples in the hall started waking up one after another. Edward heaved a sigh of relief when he saw all of his disciples were fine. Kayson asked, “Who is the one that injured Parker? He seemed to be targeting Parker on purpose.”

As he pulled me tighter, my hand slipped into my handbag, my fingers grasping the handle of the blade. “If you’re reaching for a weapon, please drop it. Alexander won’t be happy with either of us if we end up entering the bar bloody. He wants out of this country and back on Paradise as quickly and as much as I do.” Paradise Island. My eyes looked to the back of the man’s hand and confirmed my suspicions. He was one of the Lionsmen – one of my brother’s partners. Relief washed over me. It finally came to me who he was, “Ashton.” My brother’s ‘bestie’ of the four. “I knew you’d remember me!”

If she hasn’t heard the noise already, she’ll be in for a big surprise, and that’s probably not going to go any sort of distance for our cause. Uh, Granny made breakfast. Before you come down, I just wanted you to know that there’s going to be a table full of burly, somewhat scary-looking guys. Granny didn’t want you to be alarmed. You asked for proof, and they’re your proof.” I know I should stop there, but I can’t help myself. The thought that Sharon might lord her white picket fence I’m a smarty pants PA over my brothers makes my blood boil. While she stands there giving me death stares, I launch into a low grumbly, rock-chewing sort of monologue. “Those guys at the table are my brothers.

Nathan chimed in, "How dare those rats lay a finger on our princess. We should teach them a lesson or they'll take us lightly in the future." Warmth seeped into her as she realized how protective her brothers were. It was genuinely nice to have loved ones backing her up. Now that she had found her biological brothers and a loving family, there was nothing more she needed as of now. The Bowens should've foreseen what was waiting for them when they had the nerve to hurt Mia. After all, the Lane brothers were known to be sister-fools. That was why she said the Bowens were fools. And who was the idiot in the Barrett family who wanted to collaborate with such fools?

“But my brothers made sure they paid for it. Every last one of them.” A shiver ran through me. “What exactly did they do?” I asked though I had already heard whispers of the tale. Still, I needed to hear it from him. I wanted to know the Blackwood brothers' side of the story. He exhaled sharply. “I was twelve when it happened. My brothers took me to the Brownwood Pack that night. They had already infiltrated their land and water supply—poisoned it with wolfsbane. By the time we arrived, they were too weak to fight back.”

An old well, long ago dried up and since that time used mostly to collect trash, not to mention a hiding place that gave their mother fits before she died, was all that stood between the boys and these strange riders. “Where is your daddy?” a third man asked. He seemed not quite as old, but something about the tone of his voice seemed very evil to Will, as he stood behind his older brother, wishing he had grabbed a gun himself. “Dead,” Nolan replied. “Our ma is dead, too. Both died about five years ago.” “You all that’s left?” the first man asked. “Yes, me and my brother and my sister,” Nolan replied. Will assumed Nolan thought he had better tell the truth right up front.

He looked pale but surprisingly good for someone who'd been shot less than twenty-four hours ago. "Hi," he said, his gaze moving over our group with obvious confusion. "I'm Tommy." "We know," Troy said, stepping forward with confidence. "I'm Troy, and these are my brothers Lake and Soren. We brought you stuff because Dad said you were hurt and probably bored." Tommy's eyes moved to Xenois with a question in them. "My sons wanted to meet you," Xenois explained. "And apparently decided you needed entertainment." "That's really nice," Tommy said, looking genuinely touched as the boys started unpacking their offerings onto the bedside table. "Thank you guys. I've actually been pretty bored."

He exclaimed, his voice carrying so much relief that it almost made me uncomfortable. I forced myself to smile back. “Of course I came.” He leaned back slightly in his chair, looking almost… happy. For a fleeting second I wondered whether anyone had visited him since his arrest. Probably not. Hart was an orphan. He had been raised by his elder brother, who also happened to be his only sibling. Kicked off the force and miserable, Hart’s brother had been as addicted to drugs as he was to beating the crap of Hart. As years passed, Hart eventually became the bigger and stronger brother. One day he beat his brother so badly, crippled him and left home.

But I convinced myself to at least try for my mom. The shooting range is tucked deep within the estate’s massive grounds. I follow the gravel path until the trees thin and the air fills with sharp gunfire. I spot them immediately. The four brothers, guns in hand, lined up like they’re preparing for war. Beside them are Wyatt, Rye, Ian, and Wilson—friends of the Aldair brothers and fellow members of the Crystal Ridge pack. They were my schoolmates too, back in high school. Not as cruel as the quadruplets, but far from saints. And by the looks of them now, they’ve grown into men who train like killers.