Novel & Cerita A Brotherhood Betrayed Oblivion

I want to toss Atkins off the balcony, shooting him in the back as he falls to the floor below, but I manage to keep a grip on myself by a thin thread. My authority questioned and the night ruined … this was a bad plan. “Leave, all of you,” I growl, my eyes blazing with fury. “Take him out of here, Sean.” Sean hauls Alfredo’s away by his collar, and they quickly leave the VIP area. Fatima has long since disappeared. I watch them go, feeling a chill run through me. The old Alvrado brotherhood oath repeats in my head like an earworm—You care for no one but the Alvrado’s brotherhood , and you shall love none other than the Alvrado’s brotherhood . That is the way of the brotherhood , and I’m det

I spent the whole weekend in New York drinking alone. I was surprised, depressed and lost, after knowing Fai and Damian are brothers. I feel like there's no way to turn back and start from the beginning again. All my plans fell apart. I can say Damian is a good man and I am sure he won’t go back to me when he knows I am with his brother, Fai. Now, I don’t know what I should do? End my game with Fai and pursue Damian or continue the plan since I need more information about Damian, Anna and others.

He felt as if he had fallen from the top of a roof only to land on his back. "Can we be leaving now?" Sophia asked. "Not yet," Alberto replied. "Blackwheel still has a lot to say to us and we still have a lot to say to him. There is so much going on right now inside the brotherhood that needs to be told. It would be best if we could stick together rather than create a form of disunity that might affect us in the future." "There is no future for me," Blackwheel said slowly. "I am a murderer and I have killed the people who love me for rubbish reasons. At least, Judas betrayed Christ for some coins. I betrayed my family for nothing."

The venom of betrayal courses through my veins, but it is this very venom that fuels my resolve, that propels me forward into the heart of this dangerous game. The journey ahead was a twisted dance, a choreography of vengeance and revelation. As the sun began its ascent, painting the sky with hues of amber and gold, I led the men with a purpose that belied the tempest within. My brother's name felt like an oath on my tongue, a bitter reminder of the bond that had shattered irreparably.

I did not want to believe it. My brother walked into the circle of flames, his eyes on me. It was like the devil walking toward me. He had blood plastered on him, blood of his victims. These tribal sacrifices were banned generations ago, he couldn’t bring them back. I shook, my body twisting and turning as I tried to free myself. The need to break free became deadly, my teeth bared and clenched together as I heaved, tugging with no mercy. My brother stepped up to the platform I had been tied to. He looked down at me and I could not recognize him at all. What provoked this? Why such hate? Why such cruelty?

“This is Jaclyn you’re talking about, right? The girl you sacrificed to break our curse. If anything, run away from her brother. Because I doubt she would be happy to be around the man that ripped out her mark and left her for dead.” He nods in agreement. “You’re right. She could have killed me. I gave her the chance, but she let me live. That makes me believe there is hope for us.” Ervin’s eyes lose the last glimpse of hope as he stares at his brother, knowing the doom of their family, pack and industry lurked around the corner. And being blinded by the forces of love, Dane, the best of the Vixons, can’t see it.

He must say, he doesn't like long, dramatic conversations but he is genuinely thankful that the lady cared for Dayanne. His smile vanished in an instant. Why would he care if someone took care of the girl? It's like his thoughts have been in a trance and now he has snapped out of it. He shook his head when he realized he's being over concerned. He's only here to answer his curiousity and to protect her from the harm he has done unto her. He still carries the blame for letting the hunters know that a rare blood exists. Although hunters are trained to protect, he knows that their leaders are willing to kill one person for the satisfaction of an elite blood.

I paced around my office. How had this happened? Brightmoon was supposed to be eliminated! I knew Oren was dead but that bitch Adina had lived. I wanted them dead! My own brother had betrayed me in the name of the mate's bond! Ha! I would kill them all! My brother would watch me kill his mate! I will rip out her throat! I heard someone at the door, "What!" I snarled. The door opened revealing my Beta. "Well? How many survived?" I growled.

And, “Oh God, what have I done? I’ve betrayed Isabella, my own sister, the person who’s always been there for me, she care for me, she loved me unconditionally and how do I repay her? By betraying her trust, by siding with the person who’s been trying to destroy her. Brandon, the man I love, the man whose child I’m carrying right now, and what he did for me, kick me out of his house just because I said truth, he is cruel, heartless. Its unbearable, the pain, the shame, the regret. Why did I betray my sister? I was so blind, so caught up in my own feelings, I didn’t see the truth; I didn’t see the kind of person Brandon really is.” **** Vincent’s Pov “What have I done? I’ve hut her again and

But the moment Maddie walked out of the studio, the smile slipped off Olivia’s face like a silk sheet yanked away. Her hands dropped to her sides, fingers clenching. Her jaw tightened. Then, a whisper, filled with venom: “I’m going to show you how it feels to be betrayed, Maddie.” Tears slipped silently down Olivia’s cheeks, hot and angry. “You’ll feel worse than I did… two years ago.” The memory crashed into her like thunder. Her eyes darkened with quiet rage. “I’m going to show you how it feels to be betrayed, Maddie,” she muttered under her breath. “How you made me feel two years ago.”