Brothers In Arms Tv Series Novels & Stories

BROTHERS AT WAR ( Love conquers) Chapter one ~ FLASHBACK~ 16 years old Logan and Landon were playing in the basketball court happily. Logan was more happy cos he was playing as a team with his brother against another. The school and everyone knew these twins to be inseparable... but yes they've got haters not just for being the most popular student but being the most wealthiest. Their parents happens to be influential and a successful multinational company CEO and both children know how much they get each month for allowance.

I introduced her as we approached him. “Hi, I’ve heard a lot about you,” she stretched her hand towards him. “Really! Pleased to officially meet a friend of hers,” he shakes her hand and they smile softly to each other. Vivian turns her attention back to me. “Why does your arm look red and bruised?” She asked with concern written on her face. “Baby, what happened? How did you get hurt?Lets have a look, ” Lucas chimed in , pretending to be upset.

I slipped them up my arms with a whisper where they nestled as tattoos on my forearms. I looked around at the Ardor Brothers. They look exhausted, but worried glances looked at me. I had frightened them, just as I had Liam. I hung my head. I had probably made the wrong call. I started towards the road. "Beloved?" A brother called. I turned to see Jamie holding his side with dark blood oozing out of it. "Where are you going?" "I... I don't know." "You can't kill their leader today. You need to recharge," another brother said.

‘If I hadn’t been stupid enough to follow the carriage, we wouldn’t fall ourselves to this trap. Arth came to pick up his Blackwinter sword from the ground. ‘I’ll never forgive myself,’ he thought as he glared at Alice’s brother with his sharp, blue eyes. ‘I’ve brought Robert and Alice in to this…’ He tightened his grip on the handle of his blade. ‘So I will never just stand by and watch them die!’ “Stop, you bloody fool!” Arth yelled as he made his stance, despite the pain and exhaustion in his arms. Alice’s brother turned his head to Arth, raising an eyebrow. “You’re still alive? Not bad. You withstood Bryle’s mighty kick.”

Two of the men carried high-tech firepower, and one man wearing a suit held a knife. Amy recognized the uniforms on the two men holding the machine guns. She saw the same uniforms on the men who broke into her house and took her son. Amy recognized the words Death Row Corp on the front of the men’s armored vests, and the weapons strapped to their bodies. The Death Row Infantry-men stood over Amy, pointing their machine guns down at the back of her head. She remembered hearing her sister on the phone when the men broke into the hospital room. Lisa was speaking to her six-year-old daughter and her older son. She dropped her phone when the men charged into the room with their weapons drawn. Lis

Enzo's POV The clamor of preparation echoed through the halls, the metallic clang of armor and the muted thuds of boots on stone sending a rhythm of impending war throughout the estate. I moved with purpose, adjusting the straps on my vest, checking the placement of ammunition pouches and sidearms, making sure every weapon was ready, every line of defense calculated. Ash, Kael, and Atlas were equally meticulous, the weight of responsibility heavy on all of us. Today, we were not just four brothers; we were the last line of defense for everything we held dear.

Arvin hesitated at the door, his footsteps soft as he paced, while I sat anxiously on a tree stump nearby. Finally, he stood before the door, ready to knock. Suddenly, a figure lunged at Arvin, aiming a punch at his head. Before I could comprehend, they were locked in combat. As they both showed visible signs of injury, I finally recognized the man... Adonis Smedley! My older brother. Wasn't he still abroad? When had he returned?

They didn't exactly enjoy the company of their kids, they wanted to live their own lives so that's exactly what Brie and Adam gave them. Adam walked over to the TV in the living room and turned on the news, clearly uninterested already. Brie sighed. "It's getting late, there won't be anything to watch at this time of night." She insisted, ready to climb into her bed and hibernate. She glanced at the clock on the wall. It was 8PM already. "Hold on, look at this." Her brother insisted, waving her to sit beside him as a large warning sign flickered onto the screen. An alert?

I said sharply, "I said your bag, is dripping water" he repeated then left, maybe I came out too sharply, I busted another chance with him, then I realized what he said, I pulled off my bag to check. It's truly dripping, I opened the bag to see a can of water in my bag, it's not covered tightly so it soaked my bag and books. My heart hurts, how can a brother treat his sister like this. What did I ever do to him.