Novel & Cerita Brothers Of Darkness

“And because of that, I want to be honest with you.” I nodded slowly. “Alright. Where's this leading?” He ran a hand over the back of his neck before continuing. “I’ve had… arrangements in the past.” I raised an eyebrow slightly. “Arrangements?” “Yes.” “They were dark relationships. Very dark ones…” I swallowed hard, remembering the one time he had attempted for us to try out some kink shit. I swallowed hard and frowned. “How dark are we talking?” “Dom-sub dynamics can get very dark,” he answered honestly. “Degradation, whipping, flogging… really mean things.”

Natasha rested her head gently against his shoulder. "You've listened to me, so tonight...I'll listen to you." Ethan let out a quiet breath. "I don't know where to start." "The beginning." His eyes remained fixed on the rain outside. "When people hear the word 'mafia', they imagine power, money, fear but they don't imagine children." Natasha stayed silent. "My brother and I...we didn't grow up like normal brothers, we grew up as competitors, our father believed affection made men weak so he never praised us, he compared us."

“Fine. But if they so much as look at you wrong, I’m ripping their throats out.” “Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.” The energy shifts again, but this time the shift is welcome. Binx, Freya, and Pandora, shadow around everyone, freaking out the hunters. Lucas gloats in their fear, and Binx zeroes in on Easton, who’s helping his injured sister walk through the overgrown forest. “What the fuck are those?” one of the hunters asks, raising his gun. “My familiars, you idiot,” I say, rolling my eyes at his raised gun. You can’t shoot a spirit.

“There’s something you all need to know. About my brother.” “What about him?” I asked. He hesitated. “He’s not working alone. He’s got help. From someone inside Dark’s pack.”

The brother grabs Kevin's shoulder while looking into his eyes in anger. "Why am I working under him as a worker?" "Because I want revenge and brother I'll help you destroy the Salvatore family." Kevin and his brother stared into each other's eyes in anger. Their anger will subside only when they destroy the Salvatore family and kill Aaron Salvatore. "Brother, I want Doctor Samantha and Damon Salvatore." "These two are our only weapons to destroy Aaron," Kevin said. "I’ll bring you to them. This is your brother's promise to you."

"Please, don't send them into that much danger. The darkness is powerful. I don't want anyone to get hurt." Liam set his cold hand on my shoulder. "The brothers need revenge. If we don't give them something to shoot, they will go off on their own, causing havoc with all the factions. They will be okay. We have called in brothers from our sister clubs in other cities. We have more numbers than them." "They are underground in the tunnels. That's where they were keeping me. Please, I don't want anyone to get hurt." "That is not your decision. That is each man's decision to make. They put their own life on the line based on their own choice. No one is out there that doesn't want to be."

Anger welled inside of me, but my outburst was merely greeted with laughter from the shadows. “Don’t be so upset. It isn’t a good look for you. You don’t need to be frightened here, the Darklands are not meant to be frightening. They just house the scarier members of the nightmares which were created by me and therefore obey me.” his voice was tainted with a bit of pride as he boasted. “So tell me, how is my brother?” He wanted information on Morpheus, that much was clear, but I wasn’t going to comply with the wishes of a madman.

He said a manic grin splitting on his face. “It’s been a long time since we had a one-on-one with the vamps.” He directed to the cabal of mad dogs who were watching the exchange between the two brothers intently! They wooed and cheered, and I was once again reminded of the fact that my own brother gathered a bunch of outcasts and formed his own pack. And they were doing all kinds of dirty work. Underground illegal fights, assassinations, drug dealing… he was the literal nightmare for every living species on earth.

Her long blonde hair that hung around her face and body had hints of blood in it from a wound just above her eye that hadn't quite been washed away by the rain. Looking into her big blue eyes that held not the single semblance of life Asher felt immediate sorrow. At such a young age she looked years older as if she had experienced so much more than someone her age should have. It was so much more than he himself could fathom. At the age of eleven Asher Roth had lived a pretty peaceful life alongside his older brother Mason and his parents Kathy and Clinton. Being the sheltered child that he was he had never experienced anything bad. His parents deeply loved one another and could hardly k