Brotherhood Envy Novels & Stories

The rage that had been boiling inside me moments ago suddenly curdled into something colder, shock, disbelief and a sharp stab of betrayal that cut deeper than any knife. Roman stepped between us like he belonged there. His bare chest full of tatoos rose and fell with controlled fury, water still glistening on his skin from what I now realized must have been a shower with my wife. My little brother. The same Roman who had always looked up to me, who used to trail behind me as kids, who I had protected and teased in equal measure. But the man looking at me now wasn’t my little brother anymore.

I never thought my life could unravel in a single afternoon until my father handed me a pen and a piece of paper. “Sign this,” he said, voice tight with desperation. “Or everything we own gone by tomorrow.” I stared at the contract. My name was on it. His name was on it. Lucian Vale. The brother of the man who ruined us. The man I had seen once on the news, sharp suit, colder than ice, standing beside my father’s enemy as our company collapsed.

"He didn't grow a conscience.il simply ran out of enemies to bury." I took a hit of the prosecco. It burned clean. "How did a Rivera end up loyal to a DeMarco?" Santiago’s eyes tracked a group of women laughing near the fountain. "The Academy. We were in the same circle." "A circle? Like a secret society?" Santiago gave a sharp, dry laugh. "The Black Brotherhood. Just a high-end playground for heirs who needed to learn how to kill without getting blood on their silk shirts." I gripped my glass. "So, a fraternity for future monsters."

Or maybe the reason for the removal was the respect they had for my psychological during all these years and my habit of paying attention to those who care little about me. "You were talking about a Brotherhood..." my father begins, drawing my attention to the knife with which he opens a can of candy for Gabby. He lifts the knife and casts a curious look at Hunter. "What did they refer to?” Hunter is pale and tries at all costs not to look at my father's hands. When he doesn't answer, I roll my eyes. “We were talking about the Brotherhood that Jonathan leads. A group that profits from kidnappings and believes that it can create a new religion. Does the name Saltuk Mohament say anything to yo

I opened it. The first page contained my name. The second contained figures. The third made my hands stop moving. It was a copy of my father’s trust agreement. I had never seen it before. I looked up. What does this have to do with Ryan?” Daniel’s eyes moved toward Damian. Everything.” Damian took the document from my hands. His eyes scanned the page. Then his jaw tightened. “What is it? He didn’t answer. Damian. He handed it back. “There is a condition attached to your inheritance.”

"Can't you see the bigger picture? If we're not careful, this bond with Raven might not just affect our relationship with her, but shatter what we have between us!" The two stood, toe-to-toe, chest-to-chest, each breath heavier than the last, teetering on the brink of a physical altercation. It was a volatile mix of their shared past, the pressures of the present, and the uncertain future that loomed large. Every unspoken hurt, every buried grudge, every shared joy, and pain—they all played a part in this intense standoff. The bond of brotherhood was being tested like never before.

I tried to hold onto anger, onto purpose, but pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in my belly. When Damien leaned in and whispered, “Come for your new owners, little journalist,” I shattered. The orgasm ripped through me hard and sudden, hips jerking, a cry tearing from my throat as I came untouched, just from their voices and cruel fingers on my breasts. Waves of it crashed over me until I sagged in their hold, trembling. Julian released my wrists. Knox steadied me. Damien caught my chin again, forcing me to meet his eyes. “Welcome to the Brotherhood, Eden Vale,” he said softly. “We’ve been waiting for you.”

Orion asked. His own voice was low compared to Collin but they could still hear it as it seems both of them are in the living room. "You are not even related to them by blood!" Collin snapped. "You still have a long way to go if you still think that family always have to be blood," Orion said. "Clearly you are the only one in over your head. You heard what your so-called brother said to you yesterday. They don't even consider you part of them, Orion. When are you going to stop deceiving yourself?" Collin asked.

Sharad asked after a few moments of silence. He was taken aback by those words. Suddenly he felt bad memories flooding through his head and he waded them off immediately. He raised his head to look at him. "Just like you killed your brother to take over the brotherhood?" He asked sarcastically He kept silent and his facial countenance changed. "Is that what the public believes?" He asked "I don't know, maybe that's what the public believes about me killing mine too" Eden replied "Step on it boy, come on.Isn't this what the brotherhood is all about? Betrayal, overthrowing,conquer and get what you want?" Sharad asked in a hoarse voice.

he roared fiercely. The last remnant of brotherhood dissolved inside my core. I rubbed my temples, the weight of the Whitmore bloodline's endless betrayals pressing down on my skull like a heavy execution block. "You claim my unit fails to treat you like family? I don't believe your processors have ever logged my name code as anything more than a common house servant. Your system simply extracts whatever resources it requires from my vaults, operating under the delusion that my hand will always provide the meat your greed demands." I ruthisely stripped the illusion from his operations. "How could a brother navigate a shared den with the tactics of a blood enemy?"