Book About Two Brothers Novels & Stories

Aaron gritted his teeth. Liam and Aaron move toward each other and kick each other with their legs to their stomachs. The fight begins with the brothers. To Be Continued

“I want this for real not pretend. Marry me, Brianna?” Tears brimmed her eyes as she smiled. “Yes. Oh, yes. I will.” I kiss her showing my love for her as I lift her out of the chair and head up the stairs to begin our long, beautiful life together. A/N I hope you enjoyed my three-book series of the Spencer brothers. I promise to work on the last two as soon as I finish my werewolf stories. I am committed to getting those done and published. After I will finish the last two Spencer brothers and get them posted on her soon, be watching for all my stories.

DARE'S POV The rain hammered the windshield as my driver navigated the winding roads toward Finn’s secluded townhouse on the outskirts of London. My blood still boiled from the confrontation in my father’s study. Victor’s threats echoed like a death knell— send her away—and Julian’s smug face haunted every shadow. I needed clarity, strategy, and someone who understood the machine I was trapped in without being another cog in Victor’s wheel. Finn Carlisle had been that someone since Spain. My right hand. My brother in arms through the darkest deals and sleepless nights. He opened the door before I could knock, his sharp eyes reading my expression instantly.

"No... but kind of." "I'll need to figure out what to do. Maybe go home early today," I told her, but the look on her face said something else. "Well, I think you should," she said, biting her lower lip with a giggle. "Two brothers in the same company? Try not to get yourself in trouble." "What do you mean two brothers?" I asked, staring at her.

“Well,if it gets to that extent, I’m afraid it just might happen you know.” “I am not going to hide the truth for someone like you. I bring the truth to light, not hide it,especially for a criminal like yourself,” "Big words from such a pretty little mouth," he sneered. "But we both know the truth ain't so simple, not with all them messy lies you've been telling." I met his smug gaze directly. "I have nothing to hide and I haven’t been telling any lies." Richard barked a humorless laugh. "I know all your dirty little secrets." He leaned in, lowering his voice to a sinister drawl. "Fooling around with not one but two brothers...now that's a scandal just waiting to explode, wouldn't you say?"

“Kofe, handle the rear while I take those javelin-throwers. Be careful, the big one looks mean.” He speaks with gusto. This is where he belongs; in the thick of battle where life or death decisions are made in slivers of moments. His brother had said the same during one of the many times they had fought side-by-side. The young lord throws his hand axe at a branch on which he had last seen a dark figure, despite knowing he would miss. He senses the breath and spike of blood lust at the seeming mistake, and fires a volley of bolts into an adjacent tree. After a series of thuds of iron impaling flesh and age-old bark, the adversary’s tail and toes dangle into sight, blood streaking the vines li

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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.

date shouldn't be traded for a FIFA match with his brother’s random girlfriend. As I walked out the front door and into the humid afternoon air, the sound of their combined laughter followed me out. I pulled out my phone to call an Uber, my eyes stinging. Zion was the "nice" brother, the stable one, the one who was supposed to always put me first. But as the door clicked shut behind me, I realized that for the first time in my life, I felt like the second choice in his house, too.

“My brother finds it hard to let go when he’s been wronged.” He leans closer. “What about you?” I blink at him. “What?” He studies me for a moment, then shakes his head lightly. “Nothing.” He straightens and holds out his hand. “We should go.” I hesitate, staring at his outstretched palm. The only thing I know about the Hawthorne brothers is what my stepfather used to rant about whenever I found him slumped at the end of a bottle. Ruthless. Evil. Monsters. He said they had more money than they knew what to do with it. And egos too big for their own good.