Dearest tycoons: aka my four brothers Novels & Stories

Family meeting now Is all it reads. Yikes. Someone is in trouble, probably Marco. He is such a pain in the ass. I love my brother, but yep, he is a pain in the ass. Of course, he gets away with murder because he will be the next Aventini Mafia Don. Don’t even get me started on how misogynistic the mafia is. Not that I want to be the leader of the family mafia, I just wish I could choose who I love and marry.

Preston questions. “I mean, I want to be one of the players. It means maybe in the end, I don’t have to choose one of you guys but myself.” The four brothers exchange glances. Alpha Hunter places his hand on the table, clasping it in front of him and closing his eyes. After several minutes, he opens them again, and he appears to be studying me with interest.

Nyra stared at the screen blankly for a few seconds before raising an eyebrow, “Why am I looking at a picture of Professor Moore?” Elara turned her head sharply to her friend, tears pooling in her eyes, “That's my brother” Nyra inhaled loudly, the sound harsh in the quiet of the room, like she’d been punched in the chest. “What the fuck.”

Frustrated and tired of it all, I decided to try my best to get it off my mind. “You shouldn’t be the topic of every gossip on your first day awake here…” Simone said as she waltzed into the room like she owned the place, and maybe she did. “I’m not.” I simply said, staring at the floor as different thoughts of what was going to happen to Blake amidst his angry brothers plagued my mind. “You should take a walk outside and see for yourself,” then Simone stopped moving around doing whatever it was she had been doing. “The alpha kings are the kindest and tightest of siblings and they’ve ruled in harmony, but since you came and latched onto Blake, it’s all been different,” she pointed out, but s

I was sitting across from Carson at this fancy Italian restaurant that Cassian had picked out, probably because it was expensive enough to make me feel guilty about ruining the date when the door burst open and all four of my stepbrothers walked in like they were conducting a bank robbery. "When will this same pattern stop? At least, tell me this is Deja vu,” I muttered under my breath. Carson just smiled, like watching four grown men crash a blind date was the most entertaining thing he'd seen all week. "Your brothers really care about you." "That's one way to put it," I said, resisting the urge to sink under the table and hide there until everyone left. Cassian, who'd been sitting at a sep

I spent the whole weekend in New York drinking alone. I was surprised, depressed and lost, after knowing Fai and Damian are brothers. I feel like there's no way to turn back and start from the beginning again. All my plans fell apart. I can say Damian is a good man and I am sure he won’t go back to me when he knows I am with his brother, Fai. Now, I don’t know what I should do? End my game with Fai and pursue Damian or continue the plan since I need more information about Damian, Anna and others.

The elite of the elite standing around the gold and silver studded foyer of our expansive driveway so that it looked like I was some sporangia admiring the carnage in a shark tank. “If it isn't Frederick McKenzie, the mogul’s little brother, Always a pleasure to see the little ones fostering,” Don Baron laughed coarsely, the stubbled folds of his quadruple chin vibrating so hard I reared back, afraid some animal might leap through the folds onto my crepe gold suit.

The Beckham Brothers POV Rio entered the dimly lit room, his presence commanding attention as he addressed his six brothers, the notorious Beckham siblings who ruled over the underworld with an iron fist. Nick, Zion, Leo, Theo, Luca, and Dave, each as formidable as the next, turned their attention to Rio as he delivered his news. "I've found the snitch," Rio declared, his voice cutting through the silence like a knife. His brothers leaned in closer, anticipation crackling in the air as they awaited his revelation.

The sight of blood pushed me to the edge, making it impossible to keep my eyes open. His words cut through the haze of my distress. "Why make such a fuss? Your brother was deep into the Mafia. Blood must have been a regular sight for you." My brother was involved in the Mafia? I am not sure why or how he is talking so negatively about my brother when he himself is everything that he defines about himself. "Please, just stay away. Don't touch me with those bloodied hands," I pleaded, my voice quivering as I frantically tried to inch away.

Something about the way he had said it, the grim urgency in his voice, the seriousness in his eyes, it made something in my brain tick off. The part of my brain that was desperate to know what happened to my brother went off, and I couldn't help but ask. "Who... who are these princes?" He gave a small smile, but his eyes held pain, and I could see that he hated them. Maybe not hate, but... "You do know their families. I think they were called the powerful four on the outside."