Brotherhood Ezio Novels & Stories

Now known as the Rogue King, his name alone was enough to make grown warriors flinch. He was Zeke’s half-brother. Two years older. Twice as feared. And now, he was here. Goddess knew why. Ezra’s boots echoed on the bar floor as he moved forward, each step slow and deliberate. He didn’t rush. He didn’t need to. He was a predator with all the time in the world.

Lumax Lianto really didn’t believe the hypothesis which he’d heard from Pierre Zhaopardy. “So, you mean Erito never introduces this Eriwan to us is because he doesn’t want us to know about his incest and forbidden feeling towards his own biological brother… Isn’t it?” “It’s merely my hypothesis, though… Or else, why do you think Erito never introduces this Eriwan to us all these times? He never even tells us that he’s got a brother or cousin whose name is Eriwan, does he?” said Pierre Zhaopardy being really sure with his hypothesis.

Chapter 70- The plan to kidnap Isis "Ah! So that was your plan?" he inquired looking at his brother from head to toe, Leon is taller than his brother Levi a few centimeters which made a big difference, Levi approached his brother with a scattered mind, he had a mixture of emotions, Leon just watched, he knew exactly what to expect from his younger brother who squeezed him hard moved by the exaggerated emotion of seeing his brother standing again. "Levi, don't squeeze me so hard, I'm still in therapy, it was ten years of sitting after all, I'm not one hundred percent recovered." Leon warned him, however, he didn't let go, he just drowned his arms by not squeezing him so hard.

We noticed something at the exit almost at the same time Brother Vanni and I were taken aback as we were leaving this place. They're fucked! There's a checkpoint here! I'm pretty sure it was done by Carlos! I despise them! When my older brother abruptly pulled the car to the side of the road, I looked at him. "Why did you stop, Brother?! You should just go straight and hit them if necessary!" I yelled angrily. Ezrael is our name!

“You’re talking like this is normal.” “For me?” His gaze met mine, steady. “It is.” The words settled into me like ice. I thought of the wedding, the music, the laughter—how thin the line was between celebration and bloodshed. How easily he’d stepped into danger without hesitation. “For the record,” Zayne added quietly, “you didn’t put me in anything. I made a choice.” My thoughts drifted despite myself. Italy. Mafia. Power. Families. Secrets. And Nero. Controlled. Polite. Too measured.

Katrina turned at the feel of his closeness, and she almost collided with him. The air between them tightened, charged, and her pulse suddenly became loud in her ears. She barely had time to inhale before he leaned in and kissed her, swift and silencing every thought in her head. When he pulled back, Katrina stared at him, a bit stunned, her lips parted slightly. “Do brothers kiss their sisters like that?” Jace asked quietly, his gaze still lingering on her lips. Katrina swallowed hard, trying not to falter. “Well, I heard brothers tend to be overly protective of their sisters,” she said lightly, forcing the words out.

I remained silent, doubting that I'd have anything to talk about with someone like that. On the other end, the man saw my hesitation and spoke up. "Nice to meet you, Miss Reed. I'm Ezio Hill." "Uh, hi. I'm Carina." He wanted to say more, but his assistant interrupted him for a meeting. I heaved a sigh of relief, awed by his presence. Harriet beamed. "What do you think? Ezio is my best friend's son. He keeps to himself and has high standards for his partner. But guess what? He fell for you at first sight, pushing to meet."

rang out the voice of a man I didn’t recognize. “This isn’t how things are done!” shouted Juniper, daughter of Elder Degas. She was a mother of three I’d worked with on a daycare program. I looked up but couldn’t see her in the crowd, and now several people were complaining. Ethan stepped forward in the black ceremonial garb of a pack Alpha and held his hands out and down. His black cape swept the ground as he moved, and I realized he had a proud contentment on his face I had never seen before.

Jennings made his choice. Sean and I weren't biological brothers—for some reason, the orphanage director had just given us similar-sounding names. We grew up together, and I had once genuinely considered him a brother, thinking it was a bond of mutual dependence. However, he had pushed me off the rooftop out of jealousy. "Mr. Jennings, I will obey your every word!" After Sean said this, Mr. Jennings's eyes did indeed light up. I knew he was interested. He desperately wanted an obedient puppet, something I hadn't been in my past life.

The image filled the display: Ava and Mason, locked in a kiss, the soft glow of her bedroom lamp illuminating their intertwined forms. It was clear, undeniable. Her heart plummeted. Below the picture, stark white text burned into her vision: “So our good girl Ava isn’t really who she is. Does this mean she’s having a secret affair with Mason, her best friend’s brother, or is it just the influence of the alcohol from this party?” The words twisted in her gut, venomous and cruel. “Best friend’s brother.”The anonymous sender knew. Knew everything.