Franz Joseph I Siblings Novels & Stories

There was no doubt that despite everything he must’ve loved his brothers, but the way he spoke about Johnny was different. “And Vincenzo?” I tried to throw in the subject. I had to bring it up one way or another, and now would be a good time. Although they did not talk to each other anymore— I was extremely curious about Vincenzo saying his dad’s relationship with the Lamberti’s was complicated. “What about him?” Christian smiled. “We used to be best friends, ever since we were young. It had always been me, Vincenzo, and Isobel.”

Flavia almost fell if it weren't for the back of the sofa holding her up. "Careful, Boy. What did I say before?" Antony, the man Flavia recognized as her father, admonished. "Sorry, Dad," the boy with glasses replied. "Princess, I'm Ignazio." The boy reached out his hand. "Your most handsome brother ranks first, and Meizar ranks second." Flavia furrowed her brow. Meizar? She wondered silently, confused. "He's our prettiest sibling, Francisca. She lost her two front teeth just two days ago." Francisca grinned, showing her missing teeth. Flavia looked at the beautiful little girl and smiled.

“They were lovely. Chaotic, but lovely.” “what about your siblings?” “Yeah since I have eleven brothers,” he said, pride evident in his voice. I whistled “That’s… a lot of princes.” “German royalty,” he shrugged mentally. “We believed in securing the family line.” “Names?” I prompted, genuinely curious now. “Let’s see… there was Friedrich, Wilhelm, Maximilian, Heinrich, August, Lukas, Johannes, Ulrich, Conrad, Otto, and little Uwe.” His mental voice grew softer. “They were all mischievous devils. Always getting the servants into trouble.”

His own mother loved Francisco but Francisco was too stubborn and he never accepted them. "You always thought that I stole her from you, right?" Ferdinand asked. "Francisco, what you did to my wife is unforgivable even though you are my brother. Now that you prove to me that you are like your own father—you will pay a thousand folds for what you did to my family." Ferdinand turns back and looks at his sons. "Forgive me, my children. I am never a good father to all of you. And Francisco, please see yourself outside and never come back here with your filthy family."

he was about to finish his statement when his son, Ivan went to the woman and hugs her, introducing himself and also pulling his sister to her who hugs her too. "Hmm...if she is aunt Ella, then he is our brother...right, Ivan?" Isabella's question is meant for her twin brother but Ella was the one who replied to her. "Yes, Isabel, he is your brother and I named him Immanuel Jr., namesake of your father. Imman, dear," she said, looking directly to her son. "The bigger kids are your brother and sister while the young boy that bumped into you is your nephew. His father once held you in his arms when you were a baby. Can you please say hello to them, dear!"

He groaned as I shifted in his lap , as I could feel a hard thing pricking me underneath…making me squirm. “So my mum called this morning, and told me about the brunch she wants us to come to… on Tuesday,” I started, monitoring his reaction. “and she invited your bro— stepbrother.” I almost choked on the word. He didn't react at first, or say anything. Just kept quiet. “We don't have to go, honestly.” I added, pecking his cheek. “Brunch with your family? And that bastard was invited? He just doesn't know when to stop.” He scoffed and looked away.

Meanwhile, the Blackfrost brothers, who sat not far from Jeremiah, were infuriated by Theresa's brash attitude toward their soulmate. “What is wrong with that woman?” Aiden cursed, “How could she accuse Jeremiah as a murderer?” “You’re right Aiden, I don't care whether she’s a queen or not, if she dares to harm Jeremiah, I would make her pay greatly,” Carson swore. “We cannot act so hasty, brothers,” Jayden tried to soothe his younger brothers not to act so recklessly, especially toward another monarch’s family member, “even the green garden was a weak kingdom, but still her father was one of the elders in Liannon, it can trigger a war if we mistreated her.”

“Enough already, Brother!” Fernando was stunned, and his face softened when he saw Josephine crying, but the plan to reclaim Josephine from the Knights continued to persist in his mind. “We’re not related, Josephine!” Josephine came to a halt, her eyes widening as she looked at Fernando. “Are you insane? We’re siblings!” Fernando grinned and dragged Josephine, who refused to accompany him. “We are not siblings, Josephine,” Josephine shook her head, knowing that her brother would never listen to her.

In fact Carlo was not happy to be in charge of this mess in the North, he had no choice when he took over, he was an adopted son, Mauro Ricci needed two successors so he was chosen, and Bishop was Mauro Ricci's own, illegitimate son. They had an elder brother above them, the proper first-born son, the child of Mauro and his first wife by marriage. But this Franco was a rebel, and had been separated from the Ricci family at an early age.

Contd Princess Yeri. “Three other brothers?” I ask. “Yes. Kaine is the eldest, King Ozar and Prince Collins were born on the same year by different mothers. King Ozar was actually a bastard and Prince Asher is the youngest.” Gladys says and Teresa crunches her second serving of chips as she sits on my bed. “What are they like?” I ask, listening to the piece of information.