Fyodor Dostoevsky Karamazov Brothers Novels & Stories

"Holy cow, you have got to be kidding me! You mean this amazing car is mine?" Jason asked his brother, a mixture of disbelief and shock evident on his face as he stared at the sport car Jordan had gotten him as a gift. "Well, that depends on whether you want it or not, I've always known that you wanted a car like this, and I knew dad wasn't going to get you one." "so here I'm just being your big brother and getting you this, nothing more, But if you don't like it, let me know and I can take my gift back," Jordan said, a slight smirk playing on his lips.

Now, nearly three decades after those drastic events, he was more than willing to fill the part that was missing… Of course, the Fedorov family was more than Lazar and his paralyzed and unconscious half-brother. Lazar's father, Kirill, had two brothers and a sister, and now, their children—Lazar's cousins—were the true core of the family. I'd spent more than an hour memorizing all their names and then several more hours trying to do the same with all the most important Bratva families.

I spent the whole weekend in New York drinking alone. I was surprised, depressed and lost, after knowing Fai and Damian are brothers. I feel like there's no way to turn back and start from the beginning again. All my plans fell apart. I can say Damian is a good man and I am sure he won’t go back to me when he knows I am with his brother, Fai. Now, I don’t know what I should do? End my game with Fai and pursue Damian or continue the plan since I need more information about Damian, Anna and others.

After we got home Jackson came to our room and asked me to have a chat with him and his brother Finn. Mates. They were my mates. Both of them. Brothers. But my mates. How did that even make any sense? I don’t know what to do now, I’m laying in bed worried about having to choose and break one of these men. But not only breaking one of them but breaking their bonds as brothers! How was I supposed to do something like that? I couldn’t believe that a few weeks ago I was alone just worrying about keeping myself safe and now I had to worry about who to give my heart and soul to. It seemed surreal, I never pictured myself in a problem like this, I was great at running and hiding but I knew I couldn

Then I stole one of August's Calvin Klein boxer shorts for coverage down below. Good enough. I walked back into the living room and stared at the coffee table. The Brothers Karamazov sat there, waiting. I sat down on the couch, picked it up and opened to the first page. "Alexey Fyodorovitch Karamazov was the third son of Fyodor Pavlovitch Karamazov," I read, "a landowner well known in our district in his own day, and still remembered among us owing to his gloomy and tragic death, which happened thirteen years ago, and which I shall describe in its proper place."

Closing my eyes and targeting, I shot and hit the mark perfectly. I was one of the best in combat and aim in the Mafia. I was even better than Father. I'd proved myself countless times. At age 15, I beat up one of the guard's sons just because he spoke to me bad so why the hell do they think I can't handle the business. The Karamazov name was the most powerful in Russia and we were one of the most powerful outside. The name Evelyn Karamazov made grown men shiver so why the fuck do they think I need to get married?

"Was Dostov one of your ex boyfriends?" Alice sighed with a resigned expression, "You know what? I like your brother more, he never meddles in other people's business." "Well-" "Dostov is my brother." "He is-what?!" "The last time we met was three hundred years ago, he brought me from Russia. I didn't want to meet him unless I absolutely had to, that's why I didn't tell you and Nicholas when-" "Wait a minute," I interrupted, "Dostov is your brother?" My brain can't even take in this information. No wonder Dostov didn't try to fight Alice, not because he couldn't fight her ... but because Alice was his little sister.