August Alsina Brother Novels & Stories

Augustus stated. “What was there which you said in the event?” Eliana asked, carrying a stern expression on her face. “That was something which will make believe everyone how much this CEO loves you,” Augustus proclaimed. “Leave that aside. Now, let’s get back to work. You will be my personal assistant who will check every single thing about my work. This way you will be close to me and I will be safe,” Augustus stated. Both were gazing at each other when a knock on the grabbed their attention. Luca came inside with Eliana’s brother, Arnaldo Russo. He was quite tall, almost same in height as Augustus. Eliana smiled seeing her brother there.

"I need you to tell me everything you remember about your brother, tonight, before we ride back to the house. Every detail, no matter how small it seems, could matter now." Rosa's eyes filled with tears again, but she nodded, sitting back down slowly on the pew as though bracing herself for a story she had spent thirty years trying not to tell even to herself. "His name was Alessio," she began. "And he loved this family more than he ever let any of us see, until the day he decided that loving us was not enough to save him from what he owed."

"My mind is made up, Cara." "And so is mine." Miguel didn't stay out of the banter this time. He was also curious. The young man seemed to know something he didn't, and that was rare; his men were always on top of everything. If it was going to help their fight against Adrian, then he wanted to be aware. "Tell me, who exactly is this 'him' you're referring to?" "Augustina's brother," Adonis paused, "or should I say, the first child my mother had for Sabestien." He rephrased in a low voice.

I inquired. “His name is Pablo De Luca, the half brother of Alessandro De Luca” Alonso began. “He's not the current leader of the vipers but he's the right hand to the leader, Xavier De Luca. Xavier is Alessandro's blood brother, by that I mean they share the same mother and the same father. Xavier is out to destroy Lorenzo for killing his brother” “But all this couldn't have been done without an insider” I was processing all that Alonso told me

I said angelicly, smiling at her, but his man was shooting daggers towards us. "What happened to you?" Alejandro blurted seriously. Oh man! This guy really hates his man. "I am fine now. I am just surprised to see you and look at you. You are handsome and -" She was interrupted by his jealous man. "Alison!" He blurted pissed. "What?" She replied, worried. " How many brothers do you have?" His man asked. "Uhmn! Two brothers, oh, three. I have Laude there also." She stammered. Ouch! A brother? I'm sorry for Laude. I glanced at Laude but he masked his pain.

"So, please tell us your relation to the Silvanos, Mr Anold!" The reporter asks the so-called Mr Anold Morris. "As I said, my name is Anold Morris. I am the brother of Agnes Silvano! The only relative of the deceased." Shoot! I slum to the seat, my brain and body refusing to believe that statement. Every single nerve in me is battling with all the mighty to thwart that sentiment of him being my what, as in, my uncle? Freaking hell, NO! That can't be!

"Princess Rosalina, what do you mean the connection is lost?" Crystal droplets began to smear Rosalina's beautiful yet pale face as she struggled to breathe and answered Alessa's question. "It means my brother, The Aldous's king, Oswin Alvingham, is dead."

I read story after story of tragedy; whole families killed, children left orphaned, businesses destroyed… and then I came across the memorial piece for the Luna. A black and white image of her funeral took up the whole front page. The photographer had captured the shot from the side, showing Julius standing at her coffin, wearing a plain black suit, his head held high as he looked forward into nothingness. There was no evidence that he had shed any tears, in fact his face seemed to lack emotion altogether. It mirrored the face of the man who stood beside him, an older gentleman who I assumed was his father.

His face was handsome with thin glasses, his smile gentle but something sharp in his eyes. The account name: Cassius Ashford. The first message came in. Cassius: Hello, Reyna. I'm your second oldest brother. Sorry I haven't been able to meet you. I'm handling a patient out of town. I stared at the screen with my heart pounding. Second oldest brother? He's a doctor?

August surprised everyone when he hit his uncle till he was a bloody pulp before the knights had to forcefully have him stop. “First you poisoned my wife on her wedding day, you murder my father, your own brother, accuse my brother of your fiendish crimes and you open that mouth to accuse my wife of being a witch! You better pray hard that the church doesn’t ask what to do with you because I will kill you Alfred slowly and painfully.” August threatened with his eyes clouded in wrath. I understood now that August was not a force to be played with when angered. He may be the gentle of the brothers, stupid and needing a lot of guidance and far from king material but when he was put in a positio