Will Byers Brother Novels & Stories

I quickly agreed with her When we’re chatting, trying to get to know each other, my phone suddenly rings. “Hey baby boy,” I said hi to Ben “What? Spring picnic?” Ben told me he want to go on picnic but his daddy, Brian has to go to the States for business trip and asked me to go with him and Anna “Where do you want to go?” I asked again “You want me to ask uncle Damian to go too?” Ben asked me and Damian to come along “Okay….now, where’s your mommy? Let me speak with her!” I asked Ben to give the phone to Anna

But another part of him still wishes he finished the job. Brian doesn't know whether to apologize or be angry at his best friend. He wants to be angry. He wants to yell at Cyrus for trying to save the person that killed his brother. He wants to yell at Cyrus and ask him how he could save someone who killed the person he grew up with. The person he held 7 days after he was born. The person he watched grow up. The person who made up their tight little team of four. His brother is gone, his throat was ripped out. And it's all because of the person behind that door. The person that is Cyrus' mate.

Kaylar curiously turned her head in the direction of the sound as she watched a figure step in. "Sister-in-law?" A gentle voice sounded. The figure stood in front of her. "I supposed you're my brother's wife" He flashed a warm smile as he sat on a couch. "Yes, I am" Kaylar replied Jason turned to Butler Lee and asked "Where's elder brother?" "He'll be down soon," Butler Lee answered. There was an underlying worry in his tone. Things would get really bad when Wayne gets downstairs. The two brothers could not stay in the same room without something going wrong.

His oldest, my father's elder brother, was now gone, forced to die by Dominic. The silence that followed was absolute, broken only by the sound of William Blackwood's cane tapping against the floor as he moved to take a seat. I shrank back, suddenly regretting my eagerness to involve myself in this dangerous family drama.

"Well, not to be rude against an Alpha, but he was an idiot, you have always been, I mean, even in school, everyone noticed you Liv." "Yeah, school, I had a thing... How's your brother!? Oh my gods I totally forgot you had an older brother on the football team with you. Is he not leading the pack warriors with you? You two were always inseparable. I bet he mated well huh, such a great..." When I turned around to look at Byron my mouth sat there open for a minute before I shut it as I swallowed deeply. He looked, sad, oh no, I fucked up. "He, um, he didn't... the hunter, he..."

I walked out of the meeting room quickly before anyone could see the tears forming in my eyes. As I made it to the hallway, I found an empty alcove, pressed my back against the wall, and just let the memories crash over me. My oldest brother, Garrett. He was strong, brave, and protecting the younger children until his throat was torn out. My second brother, Thomas, who was fast and skilled, was cut down as he tried to reach the weapons cache. Finn. Marcus. David. Leon. All of them. Gone. And my nephew, Little Erik. He was only twelve years old. He had tried to hide and tried to be brave, but they found him.

His eyes had turned black, meaning his wolf was near the surface. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my stomach and as much as I was afraid to look down, my body yearned for it. My body yearned for him. I didn't understand these feelings, it made no sense. He was my brother for crying out loud! "We should get to the water," I whispered, he nodded as he reluctantly but silently pushed himself off me. The moon was high but not completely full, in three day, the moon would be full and I would be another Alpha's bride. I walked into the cold water, letting the water wash some sense over me, like seriously Olivia, you wanted to fuck your brother!? Damien followed me into the water but sw

(Dante's POV) The atmosphere in the Blackwood mansion was suffocating. Don Salvatore Blackwood sat in his high-backed chair, his face a mask of cold fury. At fifty-eight, he'd seen it all, but he never imagined his own sons would bring such shame upon the family. Across the long table, Dante’s older brother, Vincent, scowled at a stack of newspapers. Every front page was a variation of the same story. "Chicago Mob Family Implicated in Bullying Scandal."

Adrian's hand finds my elbow, steadying me. "What are you so afraid of?" Your best friend's name… his face, his reaction and the conversation I've been dreading for seven years. I look at Marcus, my brother, my blood, the person who knew me before anyone else, and I see the hurt in his eyes. The confusion. The desperate need for answers I'm not ready to give. "I'm sorry." It's all I can manage. "I'm so sorry, Marcus. But you have to go. You have to go now."