Romans & histoires Brother And Sister In Arms

The sound of zombies gnawing on flesh echoed from outside the base, together with the constant thud of their bodies slamming against the gates. My eyes snapped open. I had somehow returned to the day the zombies had besieged the city. I rushed straight to the command center and sounded the alarm. June Morgan, my sister-in-law, grabbed my arm in confusion. “Eira, why did you suddenly sound the alarm? Zombies are everywhere outside the base. Some noise is normal.” I had no time to explain. I grabbed her and Poppy’s hands and rushed toward the air-raid shelter.

My body tensed as I struggled to be free from his hold. “Get your hands off her,” Lucas's voice was like thunder. He approached us with quickened steps and yanked away his hands. “Playing the hero,huh?” Austin grinned, waving his hair backwards. “This is rich coming from someone she doesn’t belong to. Newsflash—brother, she’s mine. Not yours.” Lucas faced Austin with fury radiating off him like heat. “She’s not property.” “You don’t get to interfere between couples, dumbass,” Austin mocked.

Christopher Gravemoor; Collins and I are what people call joined at the hip-and maybe the thigh too. That worthless excuse for a cousin is the perfect guy to tag along for the kinds of operations that are bound to go sideways-like the arms trade coming in from Eastern Europe. The same deal Omar the traitor tried to sabotage. I cruised the Maserati back to the mansion, dropped Collins off, and made my way home-to my daughter... and someone else. Funny how old flames linger like scars you thought had healed.

After my sister-in-law Lydia had my brother Caleb's kidney removed and spent three years draining his blood, he escaped back to our hometown barely alive. He lay on a bed at the clinic, holding my hand tight as he said, "Noah, don't go after them. You can't afford to cross Lydia's family." Three days later, he died in my arms. I buried him on the hillside behind the town, under the old oak tree he had loved to climb as a child. On the seventh day after I buried him, a black Maybach stopped at the edge of town. Lydia got out with a frail man who looked like he could fall over at any time. She stood outside my house's door and looked at me. "Noah, where's your brother? Tell him to come o

There was a while silence. “His sister is also my half sister?” Victor asked. He knew he had siblings related to Provetin… But he didn’t know that Dash was… shiit! He ran his palm through his face. “Yes.” Mr. Armstrong said plainly. “Do you know where she is?” he asked again. There was a while silence. “Yes.” He said again. “Now that you've find out that Dash is your senior half brother, Your mother's son. Do you regret what you did?”

It was her brother who said it, her eyes shifting to him. Arnold had a look of longing in his eyes, longing to hold his lost sister in his arms and tell her she is fine. She gulped to see the army of people behind them. They were in thousands, surrounding the rogues and the Arena. The backup has arrived. But it was way more than a backup she has expected. This was an army of the strongest packs in the world.

I could not help but wonder if my lack of preparation had caused my brothers to resent me. Yet, through all the self-blame and doubt, I knew deep down that my brothers loved me in their own way. Their actions, though harsh, were driven by their own grief and confusion. As I lay lost in my thoughts, I felt a gentle hand on my shoulder, pulling me from my restless slumber. Blinking back tears, I looked up to see my brother Drew Armor. His eyes were filled with a mix of emotions — sadness, concern, and perhaps even a hint of regret. I mustered a weak smile and threw myself into his embrace, seeking solace in his presence.

“Where is Amber!” “In the West wing! There is our Arms design and stock.He was their with his team to collect the arms to provide help.” “Good I made them for this situation. It can testify too.”he blurted out making Aspan scowled “Are you serious? Here we are not sure to make it fine and you are still thinking about ..FUCK!” a bullet touched Asapn’s arm. “Aspan!” Falcone ran to him and killed the reason for his brother’s pain. The Russian man was fully covered and laced with arms.

"You're still mad, huh?" Mad? That was an understatement. I felt my jaw tighten. Then she noticed our hands, Roman's and mine, linked together. Her eyes narrowed, and she let out a snide laugh. "Wow, I can see you’ve moved on to your ex’s brother. So he got his brother arrested because of you, and you two out here, all happy like nothing happened, huh, sis?” She laughed again, and my expression hardened. Then she lifted her hand to touch my cheek, but I grabbed it immediately before she could.

That day, Mom had ruffled my hair and asked, “Harry, which one do you want to choose as your brother?” The day before, I had begged her nonstop to give me a big brother. So, the next day, she took me to the orphanage to pick one. Later on, the boy under the tree became my brother. I gave him his name, just as carefully as I used to name my teddy bear and toy soldiers. When I tore up my homework, he rewrote it for me. After I broke the neighbor’s antique vase, the punishment landed on his palms instead of mine.