Young Brother Novels & Stories

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.”

he said, the corners of his mouth twitching. Big brother? Wait, he can’t be? “I’m Xavier, Christopher’s younger brother.” Oh shit.

Rudy rolled his eyes and was about to open his lips to say something again when I interrupted them. "Alright guys, calm down," I said stopping them. 'These two will never grow up.' RUDY EDWARD KING, our younger brother. Always behaves like a child but is more mature than he shows himself as. He takes care of our clubs and underground fighting clubs all over the country. He also fights in our fighting clubs when it's needed.

The name didn't ring a bell but it sure was familiar, must be some business family. "Why do I have to come?" "I don't know , no one can tell what she thinks, but bonus points: I know she has been searching for young girls to be your bride" . No matter how annoying my little brother can get , he still makes a fine spy. "hmm, I may send back your debit card" he had just turned 22 , two months ago , and had been wasting all his money on booze and girls in the name of celebrating his birthday .. how immature.

the taller man chimed in, joining the anti-vampire alliance. "You don't understand. Not only do I have to take care of my younger brother, but this elder brother is also quite useless," I said, playing the victim, while Harry was speechless and gave up resisting. "So, you’re three brothers?" "Is the youngest still very young?"

She laughed, "One tutoring session at a time. Anyway, let me know how things go with Adrian, and if you need backup for that gaming challenge, I'm just a call away." I laughed as she said it as it sounded so hilarious to me. But I appreciated her presence. As I hung up with Olive, my mom popped her head into my room, her expression expectant. "Jane, dinner's ready. Can you call your brother, Adrian?" I frowned at the mention of the word "brother." "Brother?" I echoed, my tone laced with reluctance. Mom sighed, her expression mirroring a mix of patience and understanding. "Jane, he is your stepbrother. It's time you accept him as family."

“I just can't stand you giving the company to her. I am the eldest son of the Fraser family. “How am I supposed to hold my head up in our social circle in the future?” “You…” My father's voice cut off sharply and the rest of his words were forced back, down his throat. I went back to my room, opened my social media app and saw that Daniel had updated a new status on his personal account. “Some things aren't convenient to talk about too much. Those who understand will understand. “Thank you for your concern, everyone. I will stay strong.” The comments surpassed ten thousand within three minutes. “Don't be sad, big brother! We support you!”

Yeah, hopefully, that is all I do to him, I muse before giving him a quick hug scurrying back down the stairs. "Zayne just arrived, get him to help you," he shouts after me. Zayne is my new stepbrother, who I hope is super ugly. I haven't met him in the last three months because he was spending the semester in Europe– the lifestyle of the rich, I scoff. I had been poor before, and while we're now comfortable since Mom's dental practice had been doing well, Charles was clearly Bill Gates rich, well, maybe not as rich but quite close.

Gideon wouldn't even be part of the equation. He said, "Gideon's only a month older than you. He's technically your older brother, but back then, he was always the smallest and skinniest among us. You could push him around however you wanted. Remember the first time you two met? He gave you that tiny kite he'd made himself.

(Eleven years ago) Grayson I put a bullet through my brother's head and watch the life bleed out of his eyes. I wait, just to be sure he's not getting back up. Sixteen years old, and I've already learned not to take chances. Not to miss—even an inch. That was the last Reaper who betrayed us. The last snake in the clubhouse pretending to wear the same patch as me. Everyone else is gone. All that's left is my father.