Alisov Brothers Novels & Stories

Saying this, he turned down the call and walked away with Svetlana, leaving everyone with their mouths open in surprise. He was the eldest grandson of the Novikov family, Russia's billionaire royal family. Aleksei's younger brothers were Alex and Andrey. Aleksei was everyone's favourite because he had his own reputation and power, unlike his brothers, who were too busy spending their money on stupid things. "Principal sir, pack your belongings." Andrey chuckled. "I'll talk to the director," the principal dashed to the director's office. "No one can now halt your transfer." Alex laughed and dragged Andrey into the parking lot.

Unfortunately, he had made that one mistake. Theo gulped nervously, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. He sighed and mustered the courage to speak without sounding shaky. He looked up at Alessandro and began, "After what happened last night, I went home and did some research on the Russians, just in case I missed something before. But I found exactly the same information as before we made the deal with them. However, I did discover that Dima has a brother named Ivan, who owns a brothel house and has been arrested multiple times for human trafficking. Everything you need to know about Ivan is in that file."

“Do you mind if I go in there and meet them? I know this is probably bad timing, but I’ve been looking forward to it since I found out. Boris didn’t let us see him. He thought it was right to ask you first.” I nod. “Sure.” Their anxious little faces breaks my heart. As we walk in together, I say, “This is your uncle, Ivan. He’s your daddy’s brother. He wants to say hello.” Ivan pauses at the door. His eyes go a little wide as he studies them. From the first day I met him, I always thought that Leo looked more like Igor than he did, and I’m sticking to my opinion. But Alex and Dimitri are Igor, through and through.

"Dad, please. At least wait until we get the test results before we discuss this, alright?" "Fine, Monica. Go rest. Tomorrow, I'll give you the files. As for when we respond to the Pushkin family, you decide." After getting the files, I studied the Pushkin family carefully, especially the eldest son, Ivan Pushkin. Ivan and Alessandro were half-brothers with the same father. He'd lost his mother as a child and his wife as a young man. Thanks to his stepmother's manipulation, his father feared him. The Pushkin Don, Peter Pushkin, had even given the ring of power to his second son, Alessandro, instead.

He's one of my best marksmen, but in spite of his steady hand, he's constantly on edge. Next to him is Iosif. In contrast to Mikhail, he's the tallest in the room. We'd be eye to eye, though he's thin enough that at a distance, he manages the illusion of being taller. He's older than me, but his youthful face hides his age. Despite his age, his loyalty is absolute. That's why I chose him to bear the crown at my wedding. The two in the middle are nearly twins. Bogdan and Lev. Their fire-red hair is tied in matching ponytails. They aren't related, but they act enough like brothers that it's easy to forget.

I swallowed hard and tried to keep my breathing even. We kept moving, but the tension grew thicker with every step. Elias stayed close to me, his presence a quiet anchor. “Your parents trusted very few people. If there’s a betrayer, it’s someone who knew the old secrets. Someone who was there the night everything fell apart.” A low growl came from the shadows ahead. Three figures burst from the trees, eyes glowing with wolf light. The hunters had caught up.

he said, and I smiled. “As victors, forever and always, brother.” He said, and I smiled and nodded. He put his hand on the back of my head and I did the same. The Ivanov bratva brothers knew that nothing, not a single thing could break them, but we both knew that with power came danger, and we were that danger… End of Flashback.

Mariana. I have never felt as happy as I do now after discovering that my husband was in love with me. Luciano spent most of his days at home, getting things done from there, and he wouldn’t leave unless it was important. Recently, I noticed he has been avoiding calls from his brother. He wouldn’t pick up when I was around and would leave if the calls kept coming in. I didn’t know what was going on, but I could tell there was something wrong.

the man agreed in a nod. It was not news to anyone that the Costello brothers, despite being estranged, are very close, the three butcher brothers should not have to teach the two girls good manners, another reason for the pressure of their marriage to occur, even if I tried to postpone the maximum. None of my men imagined what had really happened, I left the apartment accompanied by Giuseppe, I knew he would take bullets for me, but in any case, he would betray Don Sartori to take power and give Beatrice the chance to have a life, I admit that if was anyone else would also give away his betrayal.