Ema Brothers Conflict Novels & Stories

I pleaded. "He was. He was our brother until he ruined everything with his own hands," Matteo let out, firm and resolute. "Now, all he is to us is an enemy that needs to be killed before he causes any more damage to anyone else." "He did not do anything! Stop trying to make fucking excuses. If you want his properties, then just take it. No one's going to say anything to you," I was desperate to save my dad. "Just admit that you two are so fucking greedy that you're willing to kill your own brother!"

Vincent immediately teased Claude who always complained about their actions. Queen Clara sighed, she did not know that accommodating strangers in their palace would cause a heated argument between her sons who had different opinions. Unlike Robin, Matthew and Alexei who can be calm or Nicholas who is too relaxed. Randall, Claude, Vincent and Richard are in a camp that if they don't agree, then they don't hesitate to fight. Although Claude did not use violence like Randall and Vincent, his harsh words always ignited the anger of three violent young men like Randall, Vincent and Richard. Raising 11 children is not easy. Even though in truth, they were very close to each other, it still did not

A Stern voice warned. Mr Contreras turned to see Nathan, hands in his rich pocket and with his winning smile. "Leave us! This is a family matter." "But physical assault isn't." Nathan chipped in. Mr Contreras let Ema go and she ran behind Nathan. Nathan walked up to the old man and whispered into his ear, "You pushed her away and the game hasn't even begun yet." "Come back here Ema." "No father." Ema maintained, "I am not a puppet and I can make my life choices. I am going on this dumb date and if you stop me father, then there is something you're not telling me."

He grabbed her right forearm in a bruising grip and pulled her closer. Emmaline smirked as she was enjoying watching him raging like a bull. "Why can't I? Your father not only betrayed Dad but stained his name by making all these false stories. Projecting himself hero and Dad as a traitor.” Damien turned red watching the defiant look in his eyes. Stepping forward, he opened his mouth to retaliate but Emmaline beat him to it. "All right, forget about this. The rivalry was between Xander and Dad then why your psychotic mother stabbed my mother when she delivered her child and wasn't in a state to fight."

“You are allowing two decent looking men to stay in your home without nothing in return. The least we could do is make you breakfast.” “Try,” Emett said, “The least we could do is try to make you breakfast.” Terry laughed again, as he turned around, revealing a carton of juice. “Pancakes and Juice,” Terry said with a grin. Terry may have been Emett’s older brother, but when I compared the two, Emett looked and acted older. There were some differences between them. For example, Emett was swollen in his chest and arms, appearing very big. He also had these juicy light pink lips that I used to be crazy about. Terry was thinner with thin lips. He had light facial hair, but that didn't help defin

With a low growl, Damon pushed himself off Darius, stepping back. Alpha Richardson glared at his sons, disbelief and anger edged across his face. “You two—come with me. Now.” Without a word, the brothers reluctantly followed their father, heads down, avoiding Amara’s gaze. Amara stood there, her hands trembling. “I’m in trouble,” she whispered to her wolf. “You’re not,” her wolf scoffed. “This isn’t your fault. The brothers chose to fight over something trivial.” But Amara wasn’t reassured. She knew she was at the heart of this conflict, and whatever was coming next would be anything but trivial.

“If you are paired with him when you go in; he isn’t going to be happy, especially when he finds out you are my brother.” “Why?” Jonathon asks, turning in his chair to look at Emmett. “Let’s just say, we got into a few fights at the boarding school we both went to” Emmett responds, giving him a wink before walking back into the bedroom. Jonathon didn’t ask any more questions. He figured the conversation he had with him and Richard about not being like Paul had something to do with the fights he had with Alexandro.

I watched it in fascination as the muscles beneath my touch bucked and ripped, and I leaned in to kiss the supple skin. “Do you really have to go?” I asked in a low voice, cutting through the silence that was filled with the white noise of the engines. “Tom needs to answer a few questions. Live.” He deadpanned, and I nodded. After another long pause, he continued, “I do not understand how the hell Emee ended in the mafia world. Even worse, she seems to be entangled with someone who is even more dangerous than we could ever fathom. And when I think back to everything that happened when I was young, I can only conclude that my father has been in this game longer. And everything that happened w

Axel paused hearing Esmeralda defend him like that and with the way she called her mate’s name, it was obvious that she and his brother were obviously not in good terms this morning. The remark hung in the air, a clear challenge. Maverick's father cleared his throat, his gaze shifting between his two sons. "Let's keep our interactions respectful, please." Silence settled over the room as the shared breakfast continued. As the plates were rearranged and the food shared, the undertones of rivalry and tension between the two brothers were hard to miss. Axel's heart danced with joy as he couldn't help but read into the significance of Esmeralda's actions.

Before then, Redwood was known for one thing, and that was its harmony with nature. It was this harmony that was rumored to be the source of its peace and stability. There were also rumors of its lands bearing a source of old powerful magic. The Ember coven had also coveted that source for a long time. Their bad blood was chalked up to land disputes, and nothing too serious. But it turned out that in Caleb's absence, a war had broken out between them. Even though Joseph, his father, and the Alpha before Cedric had tried to make peace in an attempt to discontinue the war, it never bore any positive results.