Four Brothers 2 Release Date Novels & Stories

Aaron gritted his teeth. Liam and Aaron move toward each other and kick each other with their legs to their stomachs. The fight begins with the brothers. To Be Continued

But they just sighed with no energy to even say anything. “Rude but not so... Rude” Priya mumbled. “Badboy but not so... Badboy” Akhila mumbled. “Player but not so... Player” Ritika mumbled. “Jerk but not so... Jerk” Kritika mumbled. "Why do we all have such an amazing selection in the boys?" Asked both the twins at a time looking at their elder sisters. "We will definitely note the sarcasm." added the middle sister for them.

~ Julian ~ I was buried in quarterly reports when Raymond knocked and told me my brother was waiting. My shoulders tightened. Adrian and I had barely spoken since our fight at the last board meeting about expanding into Asia. Our relationship had been cold for years — more competition than brotherhood. “Let him in,” I said. Adrian came in like a storm. He slammed the door instantly and paced a little in my office, breathing quickly, and his hair got messy from running his hands through it.

Fours voice interrupted as I heard his heavy footsteps as he came striding down the hall to stand a few steps away from the other man his shoulder blocking my view slightly. "I've missed you brother" The other man grinned reaching out a fist and slightly pushing Fours bare bicep. Brother?

The cool night breeze made her nipples harden against the thin fabric. She was finally free. And so were they. The brothers had been released four weeks ago. The charges had vanished like smoke. Powerful lawyers, influential friends, and the Rossi family name had worked their magic. Marco, Dante, and Luca walked out as free men — richer, more dangerous, and more obsessed with her than ever. Tonight, they were celebrating. The large glass doors behind her slid open. Sophia turned to see all three brothers stepping onto the balcony, wearing only black pants. Their powerful, tattooed bodies were on full display under the moonlight.

I was planning to take a break and come over in the next couple of days anyway. Nathan chimed in, "Perfect, I haven't taken my annual leave either." Connor assured, "How convenient. I'm currently in Bern City and can come over at any time." Claude added, "I have a concert in Bern City, but I can arrive early." Jason contributed, "I can come for a business trip." Liam concluded, "The film I was working on has just wrapped up. I can head over for a vacation." Reading the text messages from her six brothers, Mia felt a warm sensation in her heart.

Knox loomed over him, blade up, chest heaving, staring down three men wearing colors that I’d never seen. Not the greens and silvers of the neighboring pack, but something darker and wholly unknown, striped black and crimson like old and dried blood. Soren was pressed to a crumbling wall, his good arm holding the blade of a fourth opponent at bay from his throat. And Draven, bloody, chest heaving, stood between it all. Between his brothers and whatever the fuck was going on. "Calla, stay back," he started, and then his eyes found me fully and something in his face cracked with a relief so raw it looked like pain.

✧⁠◝⁠(BROOKLYN)⁠◜⁠✧ They left me. The brothers had refused to tell me who Rebecca was to them, their faces shuttered and evasive. They'd exchanged glances filled with something I couldn't read—guilt? Shame? Fear?—and then they had left. All four of them. Hours had passed since they walked out that door, and none of them had returned. The silence in my room was deafening, broken only by the soft whisper of the wind outside my window and the distant sounds of the packhouse settling in for the night.