Romans & histoires Bro Books

For the first time in my life, I was truly hopeful in a relationship. This is the end of book one! Book two will focus on Jonathan’s story but will provide some more insights into Jake and Amalia’s story along the way!

Could Timothy really be the infamous doomBringer from the olden days? Coincidentally, the "B" in doomBringer, which was also the first letter of the asshole's family name, was capitalized. It felt like he was getting closer to the truth. "In the past, there was a notorious terrorist organization that brazenly invaded many people's computer systems and boasted that no one could find their existence. It caused extremely negative impacts on the international community. "At that time, with youthful zeal, I gathered a group of people and raided their hideouts one by one, exposing these terrorists. However, these terrorists were no ordinary people."

On his deathbed, he handed over the Maxwell Corporation and me, twelve years old at the time, into Leon’s care. Everyone said my brother was the perfect heir. However, I knew better. Behind that polite, gentlemanly mask was a ruthless lone wolf. I stood outside Leon’s study, my hand hovering over the door handle, hesitating to push it. Finally, I sucked in a breath and twisted the knob. The familiar scent of cedarwood hit me immediately. The air felt chill and restrained, just like him. “Huh? He’s not here?” Seriously? He told me to come back, and then he wasn’t even home.

_Luca’d POV— I had always believed control was an armor. A weapon. A discipline honed so sharp it could cut through chaos itself. My brothers never understood it—Matteo with his temper, Nico with his heart. They bled emotions everywhere, made themselves vulnerable to cracks they didn’t see coming. I had sworn long ago never to be that weak. And yet, here I was, replaying the image of Amelie’s bracelet lying abandoned on that filthy wooden floor, and the armor felt thin. Too thin.

When I came back from Silvermoon Training Camp, I saw my older brother, Zachary Barker, leaning back against the couch with fine beads of sweat sliding down his taut neck. He was wearing some gray sweatpants, and his eyes looked somewhat dazed. "Zachy? Why are you back so early today?" I went over to him, meaning to grab his hand, but instead, I touched a warm, sticky liquid on his hand. "Why's your hand all wet?" I asked, holding up my hand and sniffing it. "There's a strange smell to it too…"

It was too damn early in the morning for anyone to be that gorgeous and. She stopped her train of thought right there. She'd done some research on the market and found that steamy romance was the in thing these days, so she had sex on the brain. She'd read a few snippets of stories about hot alpha males who were the take charge and forceful type. She hadn't known until now that she was into that. But the fact that she'd kept putting this one's face over everything she read, imagining it was him they were describing, was a recipe for trouble.

Her brother shook his head sadly. She wiped her tears away. “Carlos was never going to let us go. He had grandiose plans to take over this city. Do you know what was on those flash drives? The Bratva’s bank accounts and the billions of dollars they control. Carlos and his no good friends were going to steal the money and force them to hand over this territory. He was going to start a war no one could…win for money.”

1. Fridays Are The Best Eve rolled out of bed with a growl. It's Friday, it's the Friday before her graduation from high school and it's also the first Friday of being legal. Being 18 and old enough to be able to do anything she wants, well almost anything she wants. But the best part of this Friday, the best part of this Friday over all the other Fridays she has had is that today her big brother is coming home.

Charlotte's mouth dropped at the mention of her brothers. "Oh yes. I know who you are," Drakor replied. "I found great joy in turning the Brotherhood against the Barinovs. If they aren't already killing each other, they soon will be. Your death will be made to appear like the other side was responsible. Blood calls out for blood, and when it is over, I will finish off whoever is still alive. But your drug intrigues me, so we will chat a little longer." Shit Charlotte's heart skipped a few heartbeats, the rush of terror hitting her anew.

She crept quietly, but the man heard her footsteps. "Who is it?! If it's another freak I'm going to stab your eyes out like you did to mine!" He yelled out, his voice cracking in pain. He thrust his arm out, batting at the air like a cat. "I'm not a freak. I'm just collecting supplies and leaving." Brie's voice trembled as he staggered towards her. He bent over and pulled a small butterknife out of his foot. She didn't notice it before and was confused as to how it even got there.