Bobby Mercer Four Brothers Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Only men like this can sink low enough to threaten family members to go against each other. Lieutenant Mercer, you are not human. You have no heart.” The man marched up to Gabe with hatred in his evil eyes. “It’s because of you that I have no heart. You killed my brother!” Gabe shrugged. “I can only assume that your brother deserved to die, because I don’t kill unless to protect myself or my friends. Who was your brother, may I ask?” “He was one of Napoleon’s soldiers. His name was Harold Mercer, but you probably don’t even remember him.” “You’re correct, I don’t recall that name, but if he was one of the emperor’s soldiers, and he tried to harm me or one of my friends, then indeed, he dese

"Where is my brother?" Mercer shrugged. "Gone." Her trigger finger clenched. "But you," he continued, "you could be great." Lena's eyes drifted shut. "Join me," Mercer urged. "You want revenge? Power? I can provide it for you." She exhaled slowly. "You think I'd ever work for you?" Mercer smiled. "I think you're out of options." She fired, but he dodged. The bullet grazed his arm. His smirk fell away. "That was a mistake."

Not now, not ever. As the brothers stood together, their bond stronger than ever, they knew they were ready for whatever came next. They were the Hawthorne princes, and they would protect their territory at all costs.

He told Nathaniel he didn’t know how to tell her, not with college just around the corner. Nathaniel had listened, nodded, tried to give advice even though he himself didn’t know what love was supposed to feel like. They talked for a while, and then Ethan left. But Nathaniel wasn’t free yet. That same evening, he was supposed to meet Nigel—Ryan’s older brother—who worked at the Whitmore company. Nigel was a great friend, and had promised to show him a new game after work. Nathaniel had been late because of Ethan, but he still rushed over, hoping Nigel might still be around.

Bright enough that I could see the light of it reflected in Draven's wide, stunned eyes. "Nobody is taking me anywhere," I said, and my voice shook even as it carried, fury and grief and exhaustion tangled together into something that didn't sound entirely like my own voice anymore. "Not you." I looked at the old man. "Not you." I looked at his son. "And not any of you either," I said, turning last to the four brothers standing frozen at the treeline, watching me like they'd never actually seen me before tonight. "I am done being handed between people who decided what I was worth before I ever got a say in it."

she said, casting a look at her brother, who squinted his eyes. “I'm always cool,” Vincent defended. “You look beautiful too, Morty. I've missed you,” Nica said. Morticia careful carried Bran, Vincent’s youngest son, and greeted little Evan, holding and taking them in further. “So you did it, huh?” Vincent sighed as he approached Klaus, who was chatting with Ava. “This is weird, but congratulations,” he grinned and hugged his best friend. “I missed you, brother,” Klaus said. Vincent lowered his voice. “And yet you didn't invite me for the fight you had not too long ago.”

“Nothing. Don’t mind me. And yeah, maybe I’m slowly accepting him into our lives. After all, I can’t do anything about what’s already done, like you said before, right?” Phew! I thought he meant something else. “That’s good. I really think you two would make good brothers if you grew closer.” Brothers, my ass. That’s literally my boyfriend. We spent the morning golfing before heading to a restaurant for lunch afterward. Franco turned out to be surprisingly competitive, and by the end of the game, he wouldn’t stop bragging about beating me on one hole. “It was literally one shot,” I reminded him while cutting into my steak. “A win is a win,” he said proudly.

Right in front of me stood the man from the night, the one who took his time to ruin me in and out even if I could barely recall his name. I thought my heart had already gone through its strain this week, but nothing could have prepared me for what I heard next. “Please meet Ezekiel– my brother,”

We heard some scuffles from the doorway and feets receding. His hold on me slackened. “Who is there?” he called fearfully. Coleman appeared from the door. “Stay away from this, Cole,” he said, coming to grab me roughly again “She is my woman, Bobby,” Coleman said and bared his fists to fight. “Was,” The boy, Bobby said “It doesn’t matter. It’s against the Bro code to sleep with a brother’s woman,” Coleman said Bobby groaned, and flung me towards Coleman “Hold her tightly, because the next time I’ll see her. I promise you, I’m going to make her mine. Damn the Bro codes!” he said angrily and left.