Brotherhood Envy Novels & Stories

“Ava, you don’t have to pretend with me. I’ve wanted this for a long time.” Ava’s breath hitched. The tension in the room was electric, thick like a storm about to break. She clenched her fists, battling the whirlwind inside her fear, desire, and guilt. “But... Sophia. She’s your sister. And you’re my best friend’s brother. It’s wrong.” Mason’s expression hardened, but his voice softened. “I don’t care about that. What we have, what I feel it’s real. I’m not the guy I used to be, not when it comes to you.”

“You’re making an enemy you don’t want to have.” “Making an enemy?” I cocked my head and pushed the smoke out of my mouth. “We were enemies the moment your organization killed my brother. We’ll remain enemies until Bolton is dead…or I’m dead. So, if you want to protect the rest of your brethren, then I suggest you give up the coward. He knows you’re dropping like flies, but he continues to hide. Brotherhood obviously means something different to him than it does to the rest of you.”

The white cloth that is pure and gentle is slowly being tainted with the black ink that is hard to wash away. Still, everything is according to HIS plan. “What are you doing Gennivier?” The question that is the very last thing that she asked towards her suppose to be gentle and sweet little sister. All after facing with the fact that the sin of envy had eaten her dear little sister all the way from the inside. “You promise me that you will give me everything that I want. But you couldn’t give me the only thing that I desire.” Chain and tightly into the wall, from the spell and the envy that her little sister had inside and boiling with the will and without remorse to trap her all through and

That was earned. “Just wondering how your pussy was doing,” he said as if he didn’t know about the shooting last night. One good thing about being with the brotherhood was that they’d never rat you out. The downside about being with the brotherhood was that they’d totally rat you out if you know what I mean... Sometimes it was like adopting a bunch of siblings that you didn’t want, but couldn’t be without either! “I mean, sure she can always get a strap on if your hole feels lonely, but---”

"Until Madame Tracey called him to be his right arm, and that gave him room for him to take other subs." It was never just a revenge, I concluded. It was greed, envy. Desire on its ugliest side, when it becomes obsession, rotten and sick. A family was destroyed, separated brothers, and children who were never born, because of a desire never reciprocated. The club was nothing more than a facade to hide their true interests, and I should have thought about it before getting so involved.

I heaved and coughed rapidly while tears of anger and betrayal streamed down my face. I shouted in the empty stretch of land to release the unbearable pressure threatening to make me explode into a million particle. I screamed till I was blue in the face, but it did nothing to dull down the pain in my heart, in my soul. Was the word family a big fucking lie everywhere? Was loyalty and love just something temporary that can quickly be replaced with greediness and selfishness once money and power gets involved? I can’t imagine a day where one of my brothers decides to eliminate me just to become the new leader of the clan.

“But there’s still more to do.” Envy's jaw clenched. He had hated the command from the start, hated the way it forced him to betray his brothers, to feed Luna the knowledge she craved. Yet the memory of his son, small and fragile, untainted by the war around them, kept him rooted. One wrong move, one defiance, and… “You're trembling,” Zadkiel whispered, leaning closer. “Afraid for the boy? Or afraid of me?” Envy's fists went tighter. "I… I'm doing what I must," he said, voice low, strained.

“It- It cannot work like that. A mate bond is far stronger than you think. You wouldn’t know because. . .because—” “What, because I do not have one?” He laughs sardonically . “Believe me, it is my greatest blessing to be born bereft of a mate. I’ve seen a lot of great men fall and become idiots just because of their mates. You, my brother, are on the top of that list.” They exchanged deathly glares and sat in tight tension as both caught their breaths, treading carefully to not break the very thin string of what remains of their brotherhood.

Those two simple words, imbued with a depth of emotion and gratitude, marked a turning point in Rowen's journey, a moment of release from the burdens of his past, and a tentative step into a brighter, more hopeful future. As I reflected on my brother's journey, I realized that he had emerged from the crucible of his experiences with a unique blend of traits. Though he had chosen to be a mixture of all of us when he chose his build. He had taken the fiery passion and humor, the confidence and care, and the careful and quiet, and woven them into a rich tapestry that was quintessentially his own.

A murmur rippled through the crowd, low and uncertain, men exchanging glances I pretended not to notice. “You work for me, you get paid properly. Not the scraps my brother used to throw you while he kept the real money for himself behind closed doors. Not the games Enzo used to play, turning brother against brother just to feel like a king sitting on a throne made of other men's fear. I don't need games. I have better things to do with my time than babysit grown men's egos.” I let that sit for a second, watching it land. “You work for me, your families are protected. Your debts to this family are paid in full, every man here, as a sign of good faith. That's not charity. That's an investment,