Joe Burrow Brothers Novels & Stories

BROTHERS AT WAR ( Love conquers) Chapter one ~ FLASHBACK~ 16 years old Logan and Landon were playing in the basketball court happily. Logan was more happy cos he was playing as a team with his brother against another. The school and everyone knew these twins to be inseparable... but yes they've got haters not just for being the most popular student but being the most wealthiest. Their parents happens to be influential and a successful multinational company CEO and both children know how much they get each month for allowance.

Joseph quietly scrolled through the online comments, deliberately selecting a few fresh posts from some shippers. As a high-powered executive who could make millions in minutes, he painstakingly compiled these comments into long screenshots and shared them in the group chat. He even attached the song "Green Pastures" and tagged Tobey. "It's an honor that my little brother had the nerve to make a move on Chelsea," Joseph messaged Tobey. Tobey remained silent, but everyone in the chat responded with three question marks. Their collective confusion was clear.

Joseph immediately recognized him before shouting to William, "Boss...this is one of them!" He looked at that man, who was the youngest of the three brothers, his name was Tyler.. who in turn recognized Joseph who had beaten him before. Carl jumped off a large table, and dashed straight for Tyler, who ran towards his brothers who was about to enter...But he warned them, "Don't come in! We're being chased. They've followed us." The three brothers ran away, while Karl was behind them, as well as Alexander, William and Joseph, but the brothers got into their car and ran away quickly, and Alexander's car was parked on the other side of the pub and it was not easy to reach it. If I bring the car

The drive was quiet at first, the hum of the car engine filling the silence, until I finally broke it. “So,” I said, “what exactly is going on?” James tightened his grip on the steering wheel, his brow furrowing. “It’s between the Garvey brothers—Thomas and Elias.” The names sounded faintly familiar. I remembered them from Pack events years ago, always together, laughing loudly, inseparable.

Then, the fact that the debt note would not be able to reach Stephen's ears made Louis unable to control the emotions he was experiencing. "Mr Joe was not only good to me but was also good to my younger brother Jerry. Unfortunately, my brother's life is poor; he can't rely on Mr Joe's money to help him live. But Mr Joe can rest assured, in the golden stream, my brother looked up at the actions he did for me. It will definitely bless him, bless this Happy Hill Pub to grow more and more! " Hearing these words, Mr Joe was, of course, extremely embarrassed and a little scared because Jerry was dead anyway. Thinking of that, Mr Joe could only shyly say, "This… should be done… And you, why do you

With Lucifer, I felt like I was the only thing worth focusing on in the entire world. We spent hours talking—about our childhoods, our hopes, our fears, and the things that made us who we were. He spoke openly about the pressure of being the older brother, the expectations placed on him by their family, and how he had always felt responsible for Ethan, even when Ethan made choices that disappointed everyone.

Why is he excited just because he saw Simoun read the book? Maybe it's Simoun's future wife. Because everyone knows that arranged marriages always run in their generation. Some said that their arranged marriages were fine, one may love their designated partner or prepare for the worse. I didn't know if arranged marriages are still obeyed these days. Or is it that it's just a family tradition that wants to keep going? "Good morning, Senior Alonzo." we greeted Alonzo together who happened to enter this room. A brother of Simoun, Alonzo Alvarez, arrived. He looked a bit intimidating. Compared to his brother, he doesn't even glance at people's ways. And he walks chin-high with no regard for ever

(Dante's POV) The atmosphere in the Blackwood mansion was suffocating. Don Salvatore Blackwood sat in his high-backed chair, his face a mask of cold fury. At fifty-eight, he'd seen it all, but he never imagined his own sons would bring such shame upon the family. Across the long table, Dante’s older brother, Vincent, scowled at a stack of newspapers. Every front page was a variation of the same story. "Chicago Mob Family Implicated in Bullying Scandal."

“I know. You were always kind. Kinder than I deserved.” He nodded, then left. I sank against the counter, drained. In two days, both Stone brothers had walked back into my life. The storm was only beginning. “Mommy?” Ethan appeared in the doorway, eyes serious. “Are you sad?” I wiped my face quickly. “Just tired. Are you hungry?” He slipped his small hand into mine. “The man who was here—he looked like Daddy.” My chest tightened. “They’re brothers. Sometimes brothers look alike.” “Like me and Eva,” he said.

He mentioned some important names and Polly almost regretted it. She barely remembered a handful. His father’s name is Wade and his younger brother is called James. Jared has plenty to say about his father but didn’t say much about his brother. There were elders. He informed her what they’re usually on about, the things that matter to them, which don’t usually align with his.