Novel & Cerita Elena Gilbert Brother

Elena pressed a Band-Aid against the last of his wounds. Gerald swallowed hard, “Elena … If, I mean if my brother regrets his actions towards you after his memories return, would you forgive him and reconcile with him?” His words spilled out. “I think he’s starting to remember. I can feel it. His feelings for you… they’re different now, even if he still doesn’t recall everything.”

Elmo came to see his sister. "I’m not asking about Elmo..." Gilberto hissed. "Stay the hell away from my family—got it?" She put her head down, nodded, and walked quickly away. But Gilberto hadn’t yet finished. "Oh, and, Brianna—you might think you’re on to a good thing, in your fancy new clothes and with your fancy new title, but let me tell you one thing about my brother-in-law." She kept walking, refusing to look back, but his black voice caught up with her before she’d turned the corner. "He doesn’t give a damn about anyone—not even his own family." When he’s finished with you—when you’ve served your purpose—he’ll spit you out along with the pips.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude. I’m Luca, Damien’s brother.” My mother blinked. “Damien’s brother?” Luca nodded politely. “Yes. I heard about Mr. Valenci, and I just came to check on him. I didn’t want to disturb your rest, so Selena and I spoke out here.” Her brows lifted slightly in surprise. I could see the questions swirling behind her eyes. “Damien never mentioned a brother.” “I’ve been away for quite some time,” Luca said smoothly, not missing a beat. “Business overseas. I recently came back.”

I didn’t know how else she could keep up such a constant stream of friendly chatter. Ernie was the other brother, and at eighteen the youngest member of the pack to have a pup. He excitedly showed me photos of a little girl with ribbons in her pigtails and a smiling woman who must be her mate. I smiled and told him they were beautiful and fought not to cry. I didn’t even have a photo.

Enril merely smiles. "Oto, don't do that," Gil scolds, much to Enril's delight, who watches as the wolf's ears droop. "How can you be the brother of a wolf?" "I see you haven't had the chance to talk yet," Enril suddenly says, shifting the topic to avoid further questioning. "How are you feeling?" "Better, though my whole body aches terribly," responds Gil, still somewhat fearful and incredulous that this stranger could truly be her wolf's brother.

Gerald lived in the main house, while his second, third, and fourth brothers lived in nearby properties that were still connected. Fabian's elder sister had married Gerald's third brother as a secondary wife. While she didn't hold much power in the Quinton family, she was still Malcolm's aunt-in-law, and Gerald was her older brother-in-law. For the sake of both the Quinton and the Marquis of Glandale's family, she had a duty to help. After hearing her brother's words, Betty Schmitt trembled all over.

— Ethan, you’re not going to pull a dirty trick on me, you need to get home quickly, everyone is waiting for you, he said in a low but tense voice. A silence of a few seconds. — Everyone? replied a deep voice on the other end of the line. What are you up to, Thomas? — I'm not up to anything! Dinner is ready and we’re just waiting for you, Thomas insisted, a bit annoyed. Then, without giving his brother a chance to reply further, he abruptly hung up. He returned to the living room, his face taut with a nervous smile. His uncle Gérard welcomed him with a pat on the shoulder, immediately sensing the source of his distress.

he gave Ricardo a handshake. His Mother led me to the dining room and gestured for me to sit on the chair next to the one Ricardo sat on. His grandmother was now sitting too and I was between both Ricardo and her. “Welcome” it was a calm voice this time. I looked to the direction it came from and saw a young man with dark blonde curly hair. “This is my brother Luca. Luca, this is Odessa” He looked awfully familiar, but I couldn't remember where I'd seen him before.

"And you crave me to carry this to Julian." "I crave you to assist me in obstructing him. My brother is a predator. He didn't simply slaughter Elena. He savored it. And if he glides free because the family hurls Gabriel to the wolves—" "Gabriel already hurled himself. He abandoned a confession. He's erased." Elara's eyes flare wide. "Erased?" "Dissolved. He abandoned a letter and Elena's locket on the Riverfront bench. Julian calculates he's dead." Elara seals her eyes. A breath shudders out of her. "Then I'm the sole one remaining who grasps the truth. About my brother. About what he executed."

"I never imagined Elena would turn out to be my brother Edward's wife." Lilian's eyes widened. "Really? Oh my goodness... is that true?" Meanwhile, Elena kept her head lowered. Her hands gripped the wheelchair's armrests tightly, as if she wished this conversation would end as soon as possible. "Yes, Mom," she answered quietly. "He's Edward's younger brother." Lilian stared at me in disbelief. "Good heavens... does that mean we're actually family?" I nodded. "Yes. Edward is my older brother." "No wonder..." Lilian laughed softly, lightly tapping her forehead. "I can't believe I didn't notice. Now that I look closely, you and Edward really do resemble each other."