Ema Brothers Conflict Novels & Stories

I asked after a moment of pause. “Well, my father rejected his idea of revenge,” he answered as he shook his head slowly. “He didn’t want to declare war against Wegalla. Yurene had already suffered a lot from the seemingly ever-lasting disputes. A war against the most powerful wolf empire would be devastating for our people. So, Emmett left and said he would give my father some time to reconsider.” Kaleb took a moment to gather his thoughts before he continued on. “A few years later, after my father had died, I received a letter from Emmett. In the letter, Emmett said he had discovered something and wanted an immediate word with me.”

Third-person POV. Damon and Emery have never been at odds. They were siblings who knew how to handle their differences without causing a big rokus out of small incidents. The reason why they were considered the very best siblings of the William royal home. Emery could not bring her head around the idea of her brother taking his mate to the barracks.

Six years later…. “Mama!” Emanuele came running up the hill with a small purple flame in his hands. “Look what Pop-pop taught me!” “Very pretty,” I grinned, tucking Sage’s hands under my arm so she wouldn’t reach out to touch her brother’s flame. “Me! Me!” Emilio came running with a sphere of water in his violet-glowing hands. “Pop-pop said mine was better!” “Did not!” Emanuele threw his little ball of fire at his brother, and Emilio deflected it with his water. The water burst from the impact, soaking Emilio’s shirt. He let out the cutest little growl before pouncing on Emanuele.

I have been good at repressing them but now that my life is at peace they have begun to intrude much more frequently. My father’s family is filled with a bunch of bad characters. The kind of people who do drugs and prostitute their bodies. The kind that would steal from their own family and abuse their own children. The kinds of people that make up the worst of the worst of society. My father was not a bad person, he was just absent. Always at work or gone living his own life. His younger brother Pete, on the other hand was a despicable person. I loved him at first, when he first showed up at our house after being gone traveling for many years. I remember meeting him and him showing up with

“The police said he has to cooperate with an investigation into my company’s bribery event. But I already handled that. Why is this happening again?” Suspicion flashed in his eyes, but duty was etched across his face. Emerson seemed torn between everything happening with Liam and the sudden news about his father. The conflict in his gaze was a reflection of the inner battles he constantly waged—one moment prioritizing family loyalty, the next driven by loyalty to me, and the next still caught up in the tangled mess of mistakes and regrets. “I’ll be back soon,” he finally promised, his voice resolute. Then, with a quick squeeze of Liam’s tiny hand, he turned and walked out of the room.

I blurted. “Protective and possessive? You are the one who hates my woman and tries to come between us!” Brady attacked. “Alright, that’s enough from both of you!” Father stamped the table. Both Brady and I had our heads bowed. “Oh my. These kids fight over nothing nowadays.” My mum held her heart in grief. “Mother, it’s Brady acting all weird…” I kept on talking till Mum cut in. “It turns out you both are mates.” Finally, those words were said.

Chris Jnr looked at his eldest brother with a confused gaze as he mumbled “Daddy said sometimes, we have to lose the battle to win the war…” “Your daddy is crazy….Aaaahhhh….” Marcus was about to feign anger and pull his hair, but he didn’t have to …. Chris Jnr and Emm attacked him simultaneous, pushing him to the ground “Our daddy is the best… you are not allowed to scold our daddy.”

[Hello, Em…] "Dad! What happened? Why…why is Ethan in the company? Why is he the CEO? Dad, I worked hard on that position!" I couldn't help but angrily lash out on him because I couldn't accept it. I even sold myself to get the company back and now it fell on that douchebag's hands? I can't believe this. [Now is the time to give your brother a chance, Em—] "He's not my brother, dad!" [Emery, he is your brother! And why do you still want to be the CEO of our company? You're already married to a rich man. You didn't even tell me that it's Terrence Gray you married and not Mr. Jones. You lied to me.]

How could a father speak in this manner? “But I am fine and I don't want any punishment for him. Is this how the pack is? I should be the Alpha when my brother would be facing judgment. And then you talk about following the rules and regulations of the pack. Did you follow the rules when you sent your brother to war knowing fully well he couldn't handle it just because you wanted to be close to me? Is that fair, Alpha?” Caleb banged the table and his father jolted. Their eyes met. There was silence in the air, each with their own thought. This was the reason for their conflict. A conflict that could never be settled.

“We thought we were keeping her safe. Like Lucia asked.” “But Lucia only wanted them hidden as babies. She never wanted them to grow up never knowing each other.” Marcus sounded full of regret. “We should have told Freya when she was old enough.” “We were scared. The Community is still hunting.” “Instead we stole her family from her. We stole her brother who’s been alone since he was eight.” Marcus looked at me with pain. “How do we make this right?” “We tell them. Soon. Together.” I sat beside him. “But there’s more. People are talking about the rogue fight. Tom said the rogues looked strange like something knocked them out before the warriors arrived.”