Black Brothers Novels & Stories

When it stopped and people formed a semicircle around the grave where Makar would soon be lowered, I still couldn’t fully grasp what was happening. But when I reached the front row, I couldn’t hold back the tears. Mom appeared beside me just in time, placing her hands on my shoulders, trying to comfort me while crying herself. Then it hit me—like a live wire. My entire body jolted as I scanned the crowd, searching for the source. There they were. The Darvin brothers. One looked at me as if he wanted to kill me. The other openly mocked me, dragging his gaze over me without shame. Their grandfather was being buried, and they were staring at me like that… I couldn’t even find the right word for

"I was told the Thorne brothers were the pillars of the North. Surely you can push harder than that." ​Ryker’s eyes flared silver. "You asked for it!" ​The four brothers attacked in a coordinated frenzy. It was a masterpiece of violence, a whirlwind of claws, kicks, and strikes. Yet, to Elara’s disbelief, Caleb didn't throw a single punch. He blocked, he parried, and he deflected. He moved with a "Grounded" efficiency, his feet never leaving the center of the circle. Every time a brother hit him, they were the ones who winced, as if they were punching a wall of solid obsidian.

he said and he was now crying "WE ARE SORRY BIG BROTHER, PLEASE FORGIVE US" they all said together and now victor was in tears too "there nothing to forgive guys, I love you all a lot and can't imagine myself without you guys and I'm glad you'll realised" he said and kabir took everyone in the group hug I was still standing while everyone was in the hug and that time I realized the importance of family and the love of family. I was looking at my brother with an awe. Mafia has hearts to and everyone has stories they don't read out loud. They looked so happy and thats all what I wanted

“Please, start at the beginning. I need to have some resolution to all of this.” Jonathan looked over at Vinny, who approached the bed. “Tilly, when you were taken, we weren’t sure what to do. Steve and his team had done everything they could, but the most information that we had was that you were taken somewhere around White Plains.” He paused, stroking his hand over my hair. “As a last-ditch effort, I asked about reaching out to the mafia connections. We met with Vincent Lombardi this morning.” “Vincent Lombardi? My mom’s brother? My uncle?” I asked, looking over at Vinny, who stood at the end of my bed. He gave me a weak smile.

Bogo implored, desperate for their assistance. Tricc swiftly knelt beside Bogo, his brothers by his side. The three siblings, each possessing a unique gift, knelt solemnly before Bogo, sensing the imminent danger looming over RiverBay Pack. With a shared nod, the triplets raised their hands, creating a protective barrier around Bogo as they focused their combined energies on breaking Floridia's hold over him.

I just shook my head and let them help, and while working, I couldn't help but notice that someone was missing. "Where's your little angel?" I asked when I didn't see Bran-bran. Ram gave his son the nickname "Bran-bran," but his real name is Brandon Kiel Santiago, and I am one of his godmothers. "He's with his uncle and auntie. You know how much they adore our son, I mean, who wouldn't adore such a handsome man," he said sounding so proud, and I couldn't agree more. "You're bragging about our son again," Atilla murmured, yet I could hear the pride in her voice.

She wondered why she never told Tilly about the way she felt for her brother. It was weird, because she and Tilly told each other everything. They kept nothing from each other. Tilly parents had even invested in her food truck business when she started it to show their support, but she'd kept her crush on Kaleb a secret. Maybe she was just scared of the way Tilly would react. What if Tilly didn't like the idea of her dating her brother? Would it leave a mark on their relationship?

"These are my brothers, Dominic and Darius." Blackthorne. My blood turned to ice. Everyone knew about the Blackthorne Pack, they were the most feared wolves in the region. Ruthless, violent, and completely without mercy. What were they doing here? The brother on the left, Dominic, I assumed, gave me what might have been a smile if it wasn't so predatory. He was handsome in a way that would probably make most girls swoon, with golden hair and features that belonged in a magazine. But his eyes held the same dangerous glint as his brothers'.

Maxwell's screams echoed through the car pack, but Gracko just laughed, his eyes gleaming with excitement. Finally, unable to bear the pain any longer, Maxwell begged, "Please, stop! Just tell me what you want to know! What are the names of these brothers you're looking for? Maybe I've heard of them, or one of my associates has." Dracko's expression turned thoughtful, and he nodded. "Very well. The brothers we're looking for are Kyle, Eden, and Nathan." As Dracko spoke the names, Maxwell's mind went blank. He had never heard of them before. But then, something about the name Nathan seemed to ring a bell. He couldn't quite place it, but it was familiar.

“Fuck. I could have sworn they would have known who we were. We fucking introduced themselves.” They both slammed hundred dollar bills on the table. Bryan added another and Auri came over from the kitchen where she was standing and gathered the money, shoving it in her pocket. I looked at them, confused. “Goddess, he really doesn’t know.” Lucy shook her head and left my side. “No wonder they have been treating us like shit.” “Shall we reintroduce ourselves then?” Hector smiled, leaning against the table. “We’ll start.” One of the head warriors smiled. “I’m AJ, Jax is my older brother. We are known more in the mercenary community as The Bloodblades.”