Novel & Cerita Brotherly Moments

he gave Ricardo a handshake. His Mother led me to the dining room and gestured for me to sit on the chair next to the one Ricardo sat on. His grandmother was now sitting too and I was between both Ricardo and her. “Welcome” it was a calm voice this time. I looked to the direction it came from and saw a young man with dark blonde curly hair. “This is my brother Luca. Luca, this is Odessa” He looked awfully familiar, but I couldn't remember where I'd seen him before.

Not the sad one. This smile lit up his entire face. For a moment, neither moved. The noise of the crowd seemed to fade. They simply looked at each other. Brother and sister. Best friends. Family. People who clearly loved one another. Then the brother walked toward her. The crowd parted immediately. The moment he reached her, he pulled her into a hug. No hesitation. No formality. Just a hug. The Builder hugged him back. Tightly. Like she’d been worried. The sight made my stomach twist.

The man cleared his throat and answered with measured gentleness. “My name is Brother Shawn Bruce. Silvia is… my adopted sister. But when she came of age, we discovered we were fated. She rejected me. Denied any tie to our family. It seems from what I’m witnessing she never told you all the full truth. For that, I won’t apologize—but I ask to be respected. Elder Benjamin sent me here today to bless this special day. He also sends his condolences… to the mother of the pup.” His words fell like a stone in still water, sending ripples through the room. Shock painted every face. My mother and uncle growled at him, fury in their throats, but before the tension could snap, another figure appeared.

(Dante's POV) The atmosphere in the Blackwood mansion was suffocating. Don Salvatore Blackwood sat in his high-backed chair, his face a mask of cold fury. At fifty-eight, he'd seen it all, but he never imagined his own sons would bring such shame upon the family. Across the long table, Dante’s older brother, Vincent, scowled at a stack of newspapers. Every front page was a variation of the same story. "Chicago Mob Family Implicated in Bullying Scandal."

“Don’t judge me Ezekiel, are you sure Ezra is your brother cause from this I can say you both are worlds apart.” Ezekiel was still smiling, pulled my hands and held it close to his. “We are step brothers—” The moment the words dropped, I paused and stared back at him. “What do you mean, step brothers?” I whispered. Just then, Ezekiel was already ringing up the front door. “I think you should keep your voice down..” “What? I'm not even shouting.” Just then the large door in front of us opened up. First of all, I was attracted to the squeaky clean floors and the large stairs.

“I just can't stand you giving the company to her. I am the eldest son of the Fraser family. “How am I supposed to hold my head up in our social circle in the future?” “You…” My father's voice cut off sharply and the rest of his words were forced back, down his throat. I went back to my room, opened my social media app and saw that Daniel had updated a new status on his personal account. “Some things aren't convenient to talk about too much. Those who understand will understand. “Thank you for your concern, everyone. I will stay strong.” The comments surpassed ten thousand within three minutes. “Don't be sad, big brother! We support you!”

Just as I’m about to respond, my designated mule of a stepbrother decides to interfere. “Holla…” he begins as he walks in, but then he switches to his usual asshole mode when he spots Bryan. “What the fuck are you doing here at this time? When every employee in America should be resting, you’re still working.” In one short sentence, he looks like he just stepped out of a UFC fight. His nose is bleeding, his lip is busted, his eyebrow is wounded, and there may be more injuries I can’t see right now. What the fuck happened to him?

I was supposed to be free of my brother and his psychotic best friend for the best years of my life but they are just a building away. The two of them are inseparable, although they don’t like when I make jokes that they should just marry each other because their bromance is ridiculous. But, even though Kane drives me insane and he’s the reason my index finger doesn’t bend all the way, I still care about him. He stayed with us all the time after he and Landon became best friends. I remember he showed up one night when he was around 15, he was covered in blood and crying. I’d never seen Kane cry before, but after that he came to live with us. I don’t know the extent of his home life and I nev

Yet collecting his thoughts, Joshua smiled allowing her to ask anything. "You said, brother-in-law has been like this ever since he left the house. That means you have known him even before he moved to LA?" Serena questioned basing on the words Joshua referred earlier about her brother-in-law. If he knew him that well then he might know about the reason of his rude personality and cold attitude towards everyone too, right? Joshua frowned before answering. "Christopher? Yeah since high school days!" Before nodding seriously at the end. Serena's guts got engaged while shifting her entire attention on the conversion, she became curious to question more.

“No offense, bestie, you are the best.” “Oh girl, I know,” she smirked, shrugged her shoulders, raised her nails, examined them, and then aimed her gaze towards my brother. “You need to listen to what your sister is telling you before you lose her.” Damn alcohol really makes someone appear brave. I would have never been able to tell my brother all of that if I were sober. But I don't regret it. He needed to understand what he was doing to me and how his actions were causing me to feel about myself.