Novel & Cerita Angel Dust's Brother

I demand, causing the handsome stranger to chuckle. “Aww, aren’t you the sweetest.” He tickles me slightly under my chin making me step back in shock. He is confident too! “Did my shithead of a brother not warn you I was coming? I was trying hard to get back for the ceremony but my damn flight was delayed…” Shit… this was Hunter’s brother? Ezra? But what is he doing here… I see him smiling at me again. A friendly smile too, unlike his brother. “I scare you did I, sweetheart?” My heart races at his words, and I have no clue as to why. Maybe it is the way those eyes are looking at me…

The younger brother didn’t push him away gently anymore. “Merely for proving that he’s got some relations with those Helen Angsani and Renata Limidius, you were facing Delwyn Anderson alone in such a dangerous and hazardous situation. How if something awful and terrible happened to you just now? You’ve obviously known that I can’t survive for too long if something bad and awful happens to you, Eriwan…” Erito turned back his body and he was now squeezing gently both his elder brother’s cheeks.

He spat and walked out, leaving me dazed and annoyed. Yes, Azel is my half-brother. We share the same terrible father but not the same mother. I don't know who his mother was but I knew his father came back with a bleeding boy, dropped him at the nannies, and never looked back. I grabbed the shirt I'd dropped and wore it back reluctantly to see the girl in question. I picked up my phone as well so I could make a phone call to Luka and let him know about it. She was probably the same girl his mate was looking for in the dungeon. Crystina had assumed another guy took her but by now, they must be looking for her already.

she continued, her tone turning mocking once more, “if I had to tell my unborn child that once upon a time… his dear aunt was a tramp who slept with two blood related men yet carried a betas child.” My head snapped towards her. “What?” She laughed again louder this time, like she was enjoying every second of my confusion. “Yes,” she said slowly. Then she leaned in slightly and dropped the words like a blade. “The Dustfang leader… Blake Hurst.. The one who slashed your dear husbands eye...” The world seemed to tilt and her smile widened. “He is your brother.” For a second everything felt quiet and odd and cold. My mind refused to process it. “No…” I whispered.

His smile tuned into an evil smirk. Angel couldn't believe what she was hearing. He wanted her to their own personal whore. "And if I refuse" "I will kill you" Rusty said simply "Then kidnap your sister and use her instead, "You and Mhadz have a very strong resemblance you know" "How do you know my sister?" "This is Rusty Flores," Joshua explained. "He knows a lot about the Perez family, even the poor bastard who tried to take us out, Sherwin Perez." Angel couldn't believe what she was hearing. Sherwin Perez was shella's father who died a couple of weeks ago.

This was, by far, the craziest experience of my life. “I told you, she’s a bloody witch,” my mom whispered harshly to Aunt Olga. “Look how she took off. Who leaves in the middle of their husband's funeral?” “What did you say to Zina?” D’Angelo, the pack alpha and my late brother's best friend, asked, walking towards us in a rush. My mom shrugged. D’Angelo turned his attention to me, sizing me up. “Did you say anything to her?” The question made my heart burn. I’ve never liked D’Angelo. He was the Alpha, born into multigenerational wealth, and never lacked

Julia didn’t need confirmation, one look at the empty bed said it all. Still holding her mother, she whispered, trembling, "H-how?" Her brother’s reaction was far less restrained. He stormed toward the nearest doctor, grabbing him roughly by the collar. Nurses hurried forward, trying to pull him back. His eyes were bloodshot with fury as he lifted the poor man slightly off the ground. "Where is my sister?" he growled, voice dangerously low. What could the poor man possibly say? How could he calm them down? Angela hadn’t just disappeared. She wasn’t the type to run away… so how?

Still stuck in that fear. “Elara?” No response. I picked her back up and helped her to the bathroom, keeping my gaze level with hers the whole time, moving slow. Gentle. She was starting to return to herself by the time I stepped out to give her privacy. I took a deep breath and dialed Angelo. “Brother,” he answered. “What didn’t you tell me?” “You were right. its them. We thought they were gone, but they’re trying to break the agreement. They’ve been harassing guards at one of your mines.”

With a nod, he walked out not before giving me a look. "No last name?" I asked him, I needed a last name, I know two MORANA, one who is crazy and the other in the hospital cause of an accident. My uncle next target. "Is it MORANA Azalea?" I asked. Immediately he nodded his head. "Ah, I see, but what did my family do to make her want my brother and his dear wife died?" I asked myself while looking up at the celling. "Expect!" I said. "Angel's father has a hand in this right?" I asked the poor bleeding man who didn't want to stop shaking.

Nyra stared at the screen blankly for a few seconds before raising an eyebrow, “Why am I looking at a picture of Professor Moore?” Elara turned her head sharply to her friend, tears pooling in her eyes, “That's my brother” Nyra inhaled loudly, the sound harsh in the quiet of the room, like she’d been punched in the chest. “What the fuck.”