Beware Of The Brothers Novel Novels & Stories

After thinking about it for a second, the sixth brother then nodded before replying in a hushed voice, “…I agree. Let’s just toss that kid further in first to see what kind of monster is lurking behind there!” Immediately nodding back in agreement, the seventh brother then looked at Gerald with a cold smile on his face. “Well, you heard us. Do be tactful and walk yourself in! Worry not, we’ll be right behind you!” Gerald then watched as the two brothers exchanged grins with each other. It was obvious that they weren’t expecting him to make it out alive.

When he said that statement then I knew why the three were so fond of each other despite anything they would had have at back. So I walked back to my apartment" I will always warn you to be careful of the three brothers" The same voice that talked anytime I was with the brother said clearly and loud to me that someone from s far distance could hear." Who the hell are you?" Turning around I was so shocked by what my eye captured at that particular spot. Goosebumps filled up my whole body for a second.

I was about to offer them some bread and ice cream but my smile instantly faltered when I noticed something. Both of them looked battered. Their faces carried bruises, faint grazes cut across their arms, and the sleeves of their shirts were streaked with dirt. "Oh my God! What happened to you two?" I breathed and stood up. Ethan's fork clattered against the plate. His whole body went rigid and fists curled tight as his eyes locked on his brothers. "Did he do it again?" he asked coldy. Jason opened his mouth but couldn't bring himself to answer. He just looked away.

"Who are they?" "It’s not important right now," Rio replied from the front seat, his eyes sharp as he scanned their surroundings. "What matters is getting you out of here safely." She watched as the brothers continued to fire back, their movements quick and calculated. The realization hit her—these men weren’t just businessmen. They were something more—something dangerous and powerful. The knowledge left her feeling cold and uncertain. The brothers had always treated her with kindness and warmth, but seeing them like this—cold, efficient, and armed—shook her to her core. She felt as if she had been thrust into a different world, one she wasn’t sure she belonged in.

The moment the coffin closed above me, I was enveloped in endless darkness. I could hear the metallic lock clanging outside and my mother's icy voice, berating, "Open your eyes and look carefully at what death really is, Joe! Let’s see if you’ll talk about death so lightly in the future." My big brother, Joe Hastings, slammed the coffin frantically. "Let Janine out, Mom! She has asthma. Let her out and we can talk things out."

I said sharply, "I said your bag, is dripping water" he repeated then left, maybe I came out too sharply, I busted another chance with him, then I realized what he said, I pulled off my bag to check. It's truly dripping, I opened the bag to see a can of water in my bag, it's not covered tightly so it soaked my bag and books. My heart hurts, how can a brother treat his sister like this. What did I ever do to him.

He had to be clear on what exactly he was talking about. Was it the file? He rose, walked around the desk, and leaned against it in front of me. “The brothers,” he said simply. “You’ve seen them.” There it was. I kept my expression flat, but inside my stomach twisted. I thought of the burner under my mattress. The note beneath my pillow. The triplets’ hands are on my skin. Their whispers in my ear. Their shadows are in my head. And then I thought of the note. We’re not alone.

The so-called brother said and I rolled my eyes once again. "Oh, yes. Sorry about that. You all can return to your duties, she's safe now," he ordered and the pack members dispersed. While he addressed the pack members, the Alpha's brother turned to me and warned, "Don't you dare inform him about me, if you do, you'll regret it for the rest of your life!" With the harsh hushed warning, blood drained from my face as I stared in shock, then he left, standing far away from me to avoid suspicions.

I was a sucker for pretty faces. The only reason I agreed to date Isabelle was because she was passable-looking as partner material. It had only been a few days since junior year started when my roommate came over to me and awkwardly said, "Damian, I just spotted your girlfriend getting pretty close to that well-known broke pretty boy by the campus lake." I immediately rolled up my sleeves and rushed toward the lake. From a distance, I saw Isabelle standing very close to a slim young man. But the moment I got a good look at his face, I froze. "Damn! This guy was insanely handsome!" He was so good-looking that even I, as another guy, was jealous. Isabelle frowned and stepped in front of me.

“Like I said, your brothers will be safe, as long as you don’t disobey.” So his target did not involve any of my brothers, a peculiar thought crossed my mind. If none of my brothers were the intended victims, then who could it possibly be? The realization hit me like a thunderbolt—I had no family left. Suddenly, it all became clear. How could I have been so blind? My brothers posed no threat whatsoever to these dangerous men, nor did they possess the capability to bring them down. I dare say my siblings were nothing more than vulnerable pawns, a prime target for these devils who sought to kill them.