Corsican Brothers Author Novels & Stories

The scent of salt and burning fuel was the perfume of war. Rocco, my older brother by twelve minutes, stood at the helm, his posture rigid, his eyes fixed on the distant, dark mass of Paros. Beside him, Salvatore, the middle brother, was cleaning the blade of his favorite knife with meticulous care, though the steel was already spotless.

Cornelius knitted his brows as he thought back “For some unexplainable reason, once the winners were settled, I changed my mind and told Orseus to announce the Duchy of Southamberston as the prize.” “That is so magical.” Anne-Marie chimed starry eyed as she glanced at the supreme sovereign who was sitting at arm’s length away from her but soon hid behind Mira as everyone turned their gaze towards her. “Hur….hur…hur…” Cornelius laughed as he agreed “I think so too… the old master must have been guiding my thoughts.” What he really wanted to say was that his sworn brother was guiding him but saying that out loud would mean that he had accepted the fact that his sworn brother was no longer in t

At the full-moon celebration for Leah Rosen, the family's adopted daughter, my three brothers chained me to the judgment pillar in the pack square. My fiancé, Kyle Mercer, drew a silver blade and plunged it into my chest himself, collecting a smal l cup of heart's blood to feed the moon moth larva Leah had bought on the black market. The larva, which had been stiff and lifeless, drank its fill of blood, and its translucent wings began to flutter. "It's alive. You win again, Leah." Leah threw herself into his arms, "You lost, Kyle. "I'll take Leah into town first. I've already sent someone to brew a clotting draught. I'll be right back." I tried to call out to him, but my eldest brother D

Ronan said and I shook my head. “She said they were at practice. Maybe they came home early.” “Well, we can all agree that you won’t be going back there ever.” Thorne stated. When we arrived back at the pack house I carried the brothers to my room. They wore looks of surprise. “Sit down.” I said and they obliged. I slowly walked over to Ronan and pressed my lips into his. Softly and gently. He was letting me lead. I heard Thorne growl behind me. He was about to touch me when I broke the kiss.

He never really drank alcohol unless he was tense or restless. It seemed that everything concerning Bella and the moon festival had been wiped out from his brain and memory completely. He couldn't think of any possible lady or female wolf he may have interacted with or had any sexual experience and encounter with in the past. He made his beta, Dominic, who was also his best friend, make research on all the female wolves that belonged to his pack and their info. It seemed like their research was futile because no information about Bella was part of the info the beta Dominic gave Alpha Aiden.

Yes, he owned a lion. A personal zoo with all the animals he wanted. Who would have thought that he could own an entire zoo? Vincenzo didn’t argue; he just nodded his head. “Yes, sir.” “Any other update?” Diego asked. “About anything at random?” “Your brother, the underboss, is still not around. It has been a full day, and still no sign of him.” Vincenzo sounded like he wanted Diego to be suspicious of his brother, not like he was just giving a simple report.

I hovered at the doorway, drowning in the weight of my gown and the suffocating air of indifference. Alexander Westwood didn’t say a word. He walked straight to the minibar, poured himself a drink like this was just another business deal, like we hadn’t just stood in front of a hundred guests, pretending we were in love. He looked every bit the powerful CEO, ice in a perfectly tailored suit. I stood frozen, fists clenched around my veil, the ache in my chest spreading like wildfire. “Do you always look this calm after marrying your brother’s fiancée?” I asked, my voice low.

Inside, the conversation was lively. The one talking the most? None other than his sixth brother. Cromwell the star: Hey, brothers! Stop playing dead! Look at how our rivals are slandering me—do you guys have no shame?!

Carlson answered making Roland and Henry step forward, but they don't get too close while the warning eyes of Brandon stare deep into their souls. “Baby, this is my brother, this is Roland the eldest, who killed me before, and Henry the second who is no better ass than the first” Carlson introduced. “Hello,” Cassandra smiled back. “And brothers, meet my wife, Cassandra Willaims,” Carlson announced. Henry and Roland exchanged puzzled glances at each other.

Sophia told herself she didn’t mind. But she knew she was lying. Especially when it came to them. The Rossi brothers. Marco, Dante, and Luca. Three biological brothers who had somehow ended up in the same maximum-security prison after a violent organized crime case that still made headlines. They were legends in Blackthorn — feared, respected, and untouchable in their own way. Marco (34) was the oldest and the leader, broad-shouldered with cold green eyes and a scar running through his left eyebrow. Dante (31) was quieter, more calculating, with sharp cheekbones and tattoos crawling up his neck. Luca (28) was the youngest and the most unpredictable, with an easy smirk that never quite reache