Will Byers Brother Novels & Stories

“It is all right. If I may ask, Mr. Aaron, what do you need the drinks for?” “Have you not heard that my brother would be buried a few days from now?” “Oh! Did your brother die?” The sympathetic dealer asked. “Yes.” “Accept my condolences.” “Thank you.” “Permit me to ask which of your brothers? Have I met him before?” “Yes, you have met him. Are you not familiar with Beck?” “Beck? The drunk who would be buried the coming week?” Now, Uncle Emma was apprehensive. He wondered how anybody in that community would not be familiar with Beck.

After graduating from college, I set out to make a new life in Kingshaven with my parents, who had just wrapped up over two decades of teaching in an underserved rural community. To our surprise, as soon as we stepped off the train, we ran straight into Kingshaven’s infamous little tyrant. She clearly had a woman’s appearance, yet she kept insisting she was a man. Of course, I glanced at her a couple of times. “What are you staring at? Never seen a man before? I can’t stand women like you, using your looks to seduce men wherever you go.” We had only just arrived in the capital, so I did not want any trouble. I took my parents by the arm and turned to leave. As I turned, however, she sp

I held my breath, praying I hadn't just blown my cover. "You like danger, Ruby?" He finally asked. "Maybe," I replied, taking another sip of whiskey. "It depends on the kind of danger." He laughed, the tension finally dissipating. "You came to the right place, though I'd be careful asking too many questions about the Wolves. Some of the boys here are still wound up tight about all that." "All what?" I pressed, keeping my tone light and curious rather than interrogative. "Their Enforcer got himself killed last week.” Brick shook his head. "Stupid bastard should've known better than to…"

she muttered to no one in particular. Jax barreled past me next, cooler in one hand, six-pack swinging from the other. “Dibs on the biggest bedroom!” he yelled, disappearing up the floating staircase like a man on a mission. And then there was Ethan. He came in last, slower, quieter. He set his bag down beside mine—deliberate, like he wanted them touching—and leaned one shoulder against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching me take it all in. “You okay there, squirt?” His voice was low, amused, the nickname he’d used since I was twelve and still wore braces.

"Take it." His gray eyes go wide, confused. "W-What?" "You heard me. Take the fuckin' money." My tone leaves no room for argument. "You're done running jobs for Billings. Find something else—anything else—that doesn't end with you in a ditch. Your sister doesn't need a dead brother." Paxton clutches the bag like it's salvation, still blinking like he can't believe I didn't gut him already. I step closer, my voice dropping low. "Billings is mine to deal with. You go back to him, and I won't save you twice. Understood?"

“Because it isn’t relevant.” My jaw tensed. “I think I consider it relevant, Damien.” He looked up, meeting my eyes with a measured calm. “Luca walked away from this family a long time ago,” he said, voice even. “He made his choice. We haven’t spoken in two years.” I studied his face for a moment. “But he’s your brother,” I said softly. “Your blood.” “And he turned his back on that blood.” Damien replied, sipping his wine. “You don’t need to concern yourself with him. He’s just our business partner and that’s all.”

she said, casting a look at her brother, who squinted his eyes. “I'm always cool,” Vincent defended. “You look beautiful too, Morty. I've missed you,” Nica said. Morticia careful carried Bran, Vincent’s youngest son, and greeted little Evan, holding and taking them in further. “So you did it, huh?” Vincent sighed as he approached Klaus, who was chatting with Ava. “This is weird, but congratulations,” he grinned and hugged his best friend. “I missed you, brother,” Klaus said. Vincent lowered his voice. “And yet you didn't invite me for the fight you had not too long ago.”

So maybe this mechanic from Mooney’s car shop was an uncle or— “His brother?” I gasped in surprise when I got to the line where his father’s name was and read that it said Charles Godrick Carmichael, who was also listed as the father on both Brick’s and Hayden’s birth certificates. “Huh. I didn’t know there was a third brother.” Kaitlynn had never mentioned that.

Thea humbly asked, "Hasn't the Fletcher family always been known for their unity and harmony? Wasn't the Fletcher family like that back then?" "The current unity and harmony are just a disguise for the past division. The Fletcher family ancestors had two sons. The older brother is Kyler's father now, while the younger brother... has already disappeared within the threshold of the Fletcher family. However, he used to be a rival to Kyler's father."

Asher offered to be my baby’s godfather, but a lot of what Asher did, especially back when he had offered it, was driven by Asher’s promises to Dylan. When my brother returned from his time overseas, Asher might consider his duties to me fulfilled and leave me alone. Yet even in that scenario, the last person I could see myself seeking out for comfort for my broken heart, was Joseph. “I won’t. I’ll never.” His anger multiplied in an instant, and he took a threatening step forward. “I will not be so easily cast aside as you think,” he hissed. “You think some challenge is going to keep me away?” I swallowed thickly against the fury burning in his eyes, directed straight at me.