Novel & Cerita Brother In Arms Book

The figure collapsed, and without hesitation, brother-in-law threw himself around Ariana, shielding her with his body. Before I could fully comprehend the scene, a bullet sliced through the air, striking my brother-in-law squarely in the back. My heart plummeted as I watched him stagger, yet he remained anchored, his hands fumbling desperately behind Ariana's back. Blood began to soak through his shirt, blooming like a dark flower against the fabric. Panic surged within me, and it felt as if I were watching a nightmare unfold in slow motion. As if on cue, multiple men emerged from the shadows and started firing at others. The air erupted with gunfire, the deafening sound of bullets tearing t

Savoring a cup of coffee that felt right on the tongue. "Bro ... Brother-in-law, I don't want to serve you in bed, just the abuse from earlier," Mona said in a quick tone after stammering earlier, making Arka turn her head and stare intently at her face.

Brian was surprised “Yes!” Damian said shortly “Why? Why did she do this to Anna?” Brian was wondered “About that……” Damian sighed, he glanced at Fai, then Fai nodded to him and he started to tell the story he told me this morning with Fai adding some more. “YOU…..” Brian suddenly got up and about to punch Damian, but Fai, who sat next to Damian tried to protect his brother “Honey….” I tried to hold Brian and Smith helped me too

"I am only here to help since I sensed the smell of blood. Forgive me if I have frightened you." Summoning his godly weapon, the thyrsus, would not guarantee his safety from the swiftness of a bow and arrow. Serious wounds and injury would do him no good, even if he's a god, for it'll require him ambrosia, the heavenly food of the gods, for him to recover.

Even the little photos from my old dresser, frames glinting, showing smiles from better days. My hand flew to my mouth, eyes wide as I took it all in. “Roman... how?” I turned to him, voice barely above a whisper. He leaned against the doorframe, casual but his eyes watching me close. “ I found a way.” “ How” I asked again. “ Liam's my brother remember I found my way into his house.” He said like it was no big deal. I quickly crossed the room and wrapped my arms around his neck. He caught me, his hands resting on my waist as he pulled me close. My body pressed against his, our hearts beating fast.

I was the youngest of three kids. My older brother, Trevor, joined the Army right out of high school. He was always my hero, and it devastated our family when he was killed in Afghanistan. To this day, I have trouble accepting that he is really gone. Trevor was such a larger-than-life guy it just seemed impossible. It still seems impossible. I have dreams that he shows up and tells us it was all a cover so he could infiltrate some terrorist organization. Whenever I wake from one of those dreams, it takes me a while to accept my reality—a world without him in it.

My pack was my family, and I carried the responsibility for them—especially during times of conflict. My fists clenched involuntarily as the memory flashed of Zavyr’s brother, Liam, being shamelessly and cynically gunned down right in front of my eyes. “Hang in there, my friend,” I muttered quietly. “You still have to find your little runaway and become our brother-in-law. And Aline would’ve torn my head off if she saw the state you’re in.” “It does you good to have your brains straightened out sometimes,” the beta croaked, barely moving his tongue, then coughed and cracked his eyes open. I stepped closer and helped him drink from a glass of water.

My voice cracked halfway through. I found myself walking, fast, my heels clicking down the hall until I reached his study. The door wasn’t locked. The scent hit first—his cologne, faint but still there, mixed with whiskey and paper. The desk was neat, like everything else he touched, except for a pile of books stacked carelessly on one corner. I sank into his chair and let the tears fall—quiet, tired sobs that left my throat raw. When the crying stopped, I wiped my face with my sleeve and looked at the books again. Old, leather-bound, edges worn. I leaned closer.

He appeared to be sleeping, and I gently touched Andres's shoulder to offer my support. "He's in a better place." My voice trembled as I spoke those words, unsure if I was reassuring Andres or myself because I felt tears welling up in my eyes at any moment. "What do you mean, Ang?" he said, his voice filled with bewilderment. I was just about to respond when Anthony opened his eyes and grinned at me. When I saw that smile, I felt as if all of my power had drained away, and I feared I would never see my dear brother's smile again.

Tate sobbed. Adrian pressed a fist against his mouth to stop his cry, but his body shook violently. His soul was ripped apart—not just by Tate’s betrayal, not just by Richard’s cruelty, but by the unbearable truth: the child he had loved and raised was not his by blood, yet she had been his whole world… and she had suffered unspeakably at the hands of his own brother. Silent tears streamed down his face as he backed away from the door, each step heavier than the last. His heart bled with rage, betrayal, and sorrow so deep it felt like death itself.