Brothers In Arms Tv Series の小説・ストーリー

Dave’s father had been sick for weeks now and not getting any better. The doctors say it is from a broken heart, but Dave and his brothers knew better. After their mother died his father refused to come out of their room. He said that he could not live without her, which was understandable. They have been together for centuries and she was his whole life. Not even his kingdom which he fought so hard for matter anymore. The King's brother, his uncle was elected to make sure that everything in the kingdom ran smoothly until Dave could take over the throne. But his was not a broken heart. His skin was turning yellow and he was getting very thin. Before they could even think of investigating, he

"I know you want to kill him brother trust me so do I but we need to work this out first. He has a lot more men here than we do right now and if past experience has taught us anything it's that these men are vile vicious pricks who will brutally kill anyone including children to get what they want!" "Can't we just leave, I don't want another war happening, I can't lose any more family!" I slowly crumble as sobs wreck my body while the reality of the last 24 hours hits me. Brooke quickly wraps her arms around me comforting me and as soon as I've calmed myself down, she lets me go and I'm suddenly left feeling cold as a shiver runs throughout my whole body. I look up and see Liam as he makes h

“Ten Thousand Armies?!” When he heard those three words, Jeremiah’s younger brother, James’ body shook uncontrollably out of fear as he said with incomparable panic, “How could… How could it be Ten Thousand Armies?!” After saying that, James looked at Jeremiah with a fearful expression on his face as he blurted out and asked, “Brother… You… How did you offend Ten Thousand Armies?!” Jeremiah originally did not know much about Ten Thousand Armies, but some time ago, there had been news about Ten Thousand Armies all around and so, he had also learned quite a lot about Ten Thousand Armies.

But he hadn’t accounted for the brothers, whose protective instincts made them more like wolves than men. “Touch her again, and I’ll throw you out,” Aries warned, his voice cold and controlled. “I don’t care how ‘grown up’ you think you are.” “Or what?” Mike challenged, puffing out his chest like he was invincible to the two brothers standing before him. “You’ll fight me? You'd better get ready for an appointment with your doctor”

After my sister-in-law Lydia had my brother Caleb's kidney removed and spent three years draining his blood, he escaped back to our hometown barely alive. He lay on a bed at the clinic, holding my hand tight as he said, "Noah, don't go after them. You can't afford to cross Lydia's family." Three days later, he died in my arms. I buried him on the hillside behind the town, under the old oak tree he had loved to climb as a child. On the seventh day after I buried him, a black Maybach stopped at the edge of town. Lydia got out with a frail man who looked like he could fall over at any time. She stood outside my house's door and looked at me. "Noah, where's your brother? Tell him to come o

He stared at me for almost a minute before he burst out laughing. “Of course I have siblings, Riri.” “It's just weird because you've never spoken about them, and I haven't seen them compared to Massimo.” He nodded. “My elder sister owns a hospital in Italy. She resides there. My brother is a drug addict slash loan shark. And my elder brother is dead.” My hand slowly went up to my mouth. “Karl, that's terrible, I'm so sorry.” He scoffed. “It's nothing, I'm pretty much alright.” How is he so calm speaking about something this sensitive?

“Your marriage to my brother is set for tomorrow.” “Tomorrow?”

I could not help but wonder if my lack of preparation had caused my brothers to resent me. Yet, through all the self-blame and doubt, I knew deep down that my brothers loved me in their own way. Their actions, though harsh, were driven by their own grief and confusion. As I lay lost in my thoughts, I felt a gentle hand on my shoulder, pulling me from my restless slumber. Blinking back tears, I looked up to see my brother Drew Armor. His eyes were filled with a mix of emotions — sadness, concern, and perhaps even a hint of regret. I mustered a weak smile and threw myself into his embrace, seeking solace in his presence.

He appeared to be sleeping, and I gently touched Andres's shoulder to offer my support. "He's in a better place." My voice trembled as I spoke those words, unsure if I was reassuring Andres or myself because I felt tears welling up in my eyes at any moment. "What do you mean, Ang?" he said, his voice filled with bewilderment. I was just about to respond when Anthony opened his eyes and grinned at me. When I saw that smile, I felt as if all of my power had drained away, and I feared I would never see my dear brother's smile again.