4 Brothers Part 2 Novels & Stories

BROTHERS AT WAR ( Love conquers) Chapter one ~ FLASHBACK~ 16 years old Logan and Landon were playing in the basketball court happily. Logan was more happy cos he was playing as a team with his brother against another. The school and everyone knew these twins to be inseparable... but yes they've got haters not just for being the most popular student but being the most wealthiest. Their parents happens to be influential and a successful multinational company CEO and both children know how much they get each month for allowance.

Chris kicked Russell in his stomach, where he stabbed his elder brother that morning. “Ahh..” Russell groaned with pain and immediately fell onto his knees. “Russell” Joshua gasped with shock as Russell’s white shirt started to drench with his blood. Ignoring his bleeding elder brother, Chris walked away. Joshua is too scared to stop him, while Russell is in no state to do so. Joshua dialed his wife and informed her to control Chris and give him his medicine while he stayed back with Russell. …… In the party, Esme and Leo rejoined the other guests. This time Esme kept herself close to Leo, holding his hand tightly.

Her children stood beside her, their young faces glowing with excitement and curiosity, unaware of just how monumental this day would be. Enzo, regal and commanding, stepped forward first. His presence was magnetic, drawing every gaze to him with effortless power. Atlas, Ash, and Kael moved in perfect unison behind him, the bond between them resonating like a steady heartbeat in the crowd’s chest. For years, whispers and legends had surrounded the brothers, but few had seen them as they truly were. Today, those whispers would no longer remain whispers.

The Ford brothers are a curse! I exhale sharply and rub my temple. “I’m tired. I don’t feel like eating.” His smile fades. He walks toward me. “Are you okay?” I shove him back. “Leave me alone.” He stares at me, stunned. “What’s wrong, Sara? Talk to me.” Something snaps. “I’m tired!” I shout. “Tired of you! Your stupid brother! Jason! Khlan! All of it! I just want to go home and have some peace!”

Phoebe murmured, "That's a pretty delicate balance." Anthony was Hannah's young brother, but she would always be on her guard around him. "At least on the surface, they look like the perfect siblings," Brooke said, glancing at Phoebe. "Some things are left unsaid. Open the box, and even the strongest sibling bond would shatter." Phoebe met her eyes, her gaze deep and steady. Brooke continued, "Last time, Ms. Cooper mentioned that you have a younger brother, too. Are you two really close?"

I almost blurted out a resounding ‘YES’, but thankfully, I was able to think before talking and I shut my mouth. What if he was just joking? I thought. “What do you say?” Blake asked, looking at me intently while I just bit my lower lip nervously, and just as I attempted to open my mouth to speak, his brothers walked in looking rather serious. “Son of a bitch!!!” I heard one of his brothers say, at the same time I saw a punch flying into Blake’s face and he was thrown to the ground. I shut my eyes for a minute, what had I done?

And when I finally came back—my brother was already gone. The Shaun standing in his place looked the same. Sounded the same. But something inside him had rotted in my absence, hardened into something colder. Meaner. Like all the worst parts of this family had finally carved their way under his skin. Hours blur together after that. The penthouse grows quieter. Darker. Neal keeps working nonstop, the glow from his monitors burning through the room while names and records continue flashing endlessly across the screens. At some point, exhaustion finally catches up to me. Still sitting in the chair—I fall asleep.

Suddenly, the door behind us banged open, and the four brothers walked through. "Is it true?" Mishka asked as my father and I stood back the boys looked through to see the scene before us. Their faces pale.

The Hawthorne mansion buzzed with an energy that was both intoxicating and unsettling. In the living room, the four brothers sat together, a rare sight that spoke volumes of the gravity of the situation. Aiden leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees, while Liam lounged back, a smug grin tugging at his lips. Matthew, calm and composed as always, tapped his fingers rhythmically against the armrest of his chair, and Zander stood by the window, staring out into the night with a scowl.

Maxwell's screams echoed through the car pack, but Gracko just laughed, his eyes gleaming with excitement. Finally, unable to bear the pain any longer, Maxwell begged, "Please, stop! Just tell me what you want to know! What are the names of these brothers you're looking for? Maybe I've heard of them, or one of my associates has." Dracko's expression turned thoughtful, and he nodded. "Very well. The brothers we're looking for are Kyle, Eden, and Nathan." As Dracko spoke the names, Maxwell's mind went blank. He had never heard of them before. But then, something about the name Nathan seemed to ring a bell. He couldn't quite place it, but it was familiar.