Brotherhood Envy Novels & Stories

What the hell is wrong with him? "Wait, are you mad at me?" I asked in an incredulous tone, not believing him right now. "And I don't have any right to? Don't act dumb, Jenna." "Yes,I wanted to be a part of Arlene's life so she won't have the maternal void in her life." I throw back at him angrily. The urge to lash out at him and accuse him of killing my sister became more imminent. "Maternal void? How could there be a void when she never experienced it in the first place?"

“When the moon is void and the waters bleed, we strike.” Her high priestess approached, whispering: “And the boy?” Valeria’s teeth bared. “I won’t kill him.” A pause. “I’ll hollow him.” III. The Brotherhood’s Pact That night, the four brothers stood outside under the moon, watching the stars shift. “We started as mafia kings,” Petrov said, sipping vodka. “Now we chant spells and shield babies.” Sokolov laughed bitterly. “I had no idea things like this existed. I used to shoot first, ask later.”

That was the point. I didn’t RSVP or announce my arrival. I slipped in like a ghost, just another man in a crowd of polished, pretentious socialites who clinked glasses and smiled with teeth too white and eyes too hollow. I’ve planned this for weeks. To witness the beginning of my brother’s so-called fairy-tale and then destroy it, piece by piece. I’ve envisioned walking up to Damien with a smirk on my face, telling him in vivid detail how I’d spent a night tangled up with his bride. The woman he was parading around like a trophy.

I wasn’t the friend he envied, the one he tried so desperately to erase. That version of me was dead. And the man standing in his place? He was the monster that his betrayal had created. I used to call him my brother. Santiago and I had once been inseparable, brothers in everything but blood. We built our empire together, forged trust and loyalty, and mapped out our future side by side. We fought together, bled together, and I would have sworn we’d die for each other. Or at least, that’s what I thought. They say power changes people, and reveals their true nature. But I never imagined Santiago’s nature was greed.

“I don’t envy my brothers—” “Brothers?” He snorted, looking icily confident and smug. “Brothers are bound by blood. You don’t. Go back to where you came from. Find your mother and stop pretending you have connections and influence because, without your so-called friends, you’re just a low-life parvenu.” Well, tough shit.

one of the guys suggested not believing his words. "Um... h- how?" He question nervously. "Why don't you join us in bullying her" this time, it was Kaitlin who spoke up. Andrew eyes widen in shock "i-i don't think... I mean she's my sister I won't do that to her. "But you said you two don't get along" she furrowed her eyebrows at him "unless that was a lie" "No it wasn't but she..." "Listen, it's either you agree or you can't be a part of us and if you're not with us then you're against us and that makes you our enemy" the boy who spoke up the first explained "so what's your decision?"

Envy stood with her back to him. She folded her arms and was sniffing. Kayden Diego narrowed his brow and asked "what's the matter with you? Why, have you been crying?" "Yes, I've been crying. Someone so dear to me made me cry" Envy replied. Obviously feeling offended. "Someone so dear to you made you cry? Who is the person?"Kayden asked. Envy is like a sister to him. He had never seen her cry before nor feeling so offended. He would go even with anyone who made her cry so much.

she threw. The words struck Katrina ’s heart hard, like a piercing spear pushed further in at every word said. The boys seemed to be enjoying the show as well, their faces shifted up in amusement. “We would like to see how good the daughter of a seductress can be” they smug, exchanging looks. “If you don’t mind _ _” one of them said. “I have money, enough to satisfy you for the night” he grinned dirtily, his disgusting thoughts displayed on his face.

" The viewer count shot up, and the chat exploded with insults aimed at me. Everyone in the meeting room stared at me—some with disdain, some with pity, and some just waiting for the spectacle. I trembled with anger and marched down to the lobby. Dad lunged at me, grabbing my legs. "Luther! Please! Don't sue us! I'll do anything! Your brother just got a job—you can't ruin him! Take the money! That's all I have to live on! I won't get treatment anymore! I might as well die!" The crowd's anger flared up instantly. "How can you be so cruel?" "He raised you, and now you're betraying him?"

he added. “Well, it doesn't need to sound familiar. I just came to talk.” Enzo replied, bracing up on his seat. The men were vicious and brutal, and he was sure they were hiding a revolver somewhere under their clothes, waiting for him to say something triggering but he had been in this condition too many times to be frightened. “I can see you made a pact with the devil to die early.” The second brother chirped in rudely, producing a revolver gun and dropping it on the table, his finger still lingering about the trigger.