Four Brothers: Jack Death Mga Nobela at Kwento

“I’M SUCH A BAD, USELESS BROTHER, I WAS THE ONE WHO WAS SUPPOSE TO DIE NOT HIM!” I rapidly hugged him as I felt his steaming tears wetting my pyjamas top, He held me tightly close to his chest. I had never seen Jack cry that much, it was clear that Mesmick’s death was tearing him apart. ~ ~ ~ ~ I sat on my bed while I carefully added the important details on the sketch I was almost done sketching. My phone suddenly vibrated as I stopped moving my lead pencil across the white paper. I gently placed my led pencil inside my sketch book then closed it and placed it on the chair beside me.

Fred POV “It was a waste of my fucking time,” I let out as I bring the cold beer to my lips and Richard nods as Dylan and Jude look at me. My brothers are my best friends. They have always stuck around helping me, even when I didn’t want their help. As the younger of four, I grew up in their shadow, always wanting to be like them.

He almost ran out of breath with every word that came out of his mouth. “My mother, father, and younger siblings are gone. My little brother who I always treated well in the past, because that child was very special. But he changed, becoming more cruel and possessing enormous power. Killed my family, and I… will avenge it.” Jack started babbling and combining his memories with the magic I did on him. Apparently hypnosis magic has a very strong effect on someone who is dying. Derry looked surprised and didn't understand what Jack said. "Do you know where he is?" I asked again with a pleasant grin.

He was interrupted by another member of his criminal team. "These aren't the only dead bodies around the house, Jack and Scorpion are dead while some are badly injured" He stated. If Jacob could growl, he would be doing that right now. Without another word in my direction, he left with his men probably to see the dead and Injured men with his own eyes.

I can’t break free from Mike’s grip as he holds me tight and pulls me across the ground. He’s pushing me away with difficulty when Jack finally looks at us. I thought that maybe my brother would still be smiling, looking at me proudly as he always did... But no. Jack is looking at me with sadness and fear. He’s trying so hard to be strong, but he can’t hide the fear of death in his eyes. Jack’s lips open, and he says something... But I can’t hear his words. Yet, I know what he meant... He meant that he loves us.

The four brothers rode in silence, their car speeding through the dense forest that bordered the pack’s territory. None of them spoke, but the tension in the air was almost suffocating. Their father, Lord Victor Hawthorne, had once been a force to be reckoned with a strong, respected leader of the pack. But now? He was a shadow of his former self, caught up in his ridiculous obsession with Sarah, the gold-digging woman he’d married.

"It's okay, Momma, Poppa Jack is right here with us." Raymond turned a horrified shade of white, his eyebrows almost hitting his hairline as his jaw dropped. Little Jack looked seriously at his uncle, stepping carefully down the last two steps. He waited until Ray hunkered down to meet the four-year-old eye to eye before stating in monotone, "I see dead people." The giggles erupted instantly, lightening the atmosphere enough to head toward the vehicles that would carry them all to the funeral home.

After my little brother, Cochran Ceberano, dies in a car crash, my parents hand the toy poodle he raised over to me. But I haul the dog to an unlicensed, back-alley animal clinic right away and have him neutered. Why? Because I've been reborn. In my previous life, on the day the dog arrives at our house, he suddenly turns vicious, scratching and biting me at every turn. Afraid of upsetting my parents, I bend over backward to win him over. I feed him the best dog food, and I even sleep next to him on the couch. But he only gets worse. Day by day, my sanity crumbles. Insomnia sets in, followed by auditory hallucinations. I even start dreaming that he's chasing me down and tearing me apart

Lucas and my brothers were like madmen, digging ceaselessly in the scorching rubble without sleep or rest. Their hands were burned and torn, fingernails ripped back, dripping with blood, yet they seemed to feel no pain. "Ella... where are you..." Lucas's voice was so hoarse it was unrecognizable. He moved every stone, scooped up every inch of ash to examine it closely. But there was nothing. Not even a trace of my scent remained. By the morning of the fourth day, several highly respected Elders of the pack couldn't watch anymore and came to the ruins.

"You've spent weeks getting confessions and apologies and revelations all crammed into the same room, all four of them performing for each other as much as for you. You've never once gotten to just sit with one of them and find out who they actually are without an audience." "That's fair." I considered it, feeling something shift loose in my chest. "I don't actually know who any of them are without the others watching. Not really. Not the way I used to know Daven before the wedding, back when it was just us." "Set terms." Jade leaned forward, elbows on her knees. "Individually. One brother at a time, on your terms, not theirs. A real boundary, a real test, something that tells you something