Lopez Brothers Novels & Stories

Don Luciano said to his worried wife. Lexter and Luis did not came our from the study room until they were satisfied with their agreement and decisions. When they came out, Don Luciano, Senyora Rosita and Yaze were all eyes on the two brothers, waiting for them to talk. The two men did not say anything of what they had talked about. Yaze still looking at the two brothers, one after the other. "It's between us sweetie, can't tell you," Luis exclaimed as he can no longer take Yaze's questioning eyes.

Isabel was at home, waiting for her husband and anticipating a romantic weekend. She was not wearing much when she answered the door, just a light robe, a slip and some tiny sexy panties. Jorge walked in Friday morning, followed by his brothers Estaban and Miguel, both former pro soccer players in their mid-30's (younger that Jorge). She had met them before, in Chile. Both were unmarried and were kind of hot, handsome and in great shape. Victor explained that of his brothers, these two had the most in common with him, DNA-wise. She always found them charming, but it was not long before their arrogance and their knowledge of what was going to happen wore a little thin. They had a sure thing,

Debra replied. Liza lowered her head and began to explain, "Actually, I had two brothers. My mom was pregnant with twins. One of them died, but his soul remained. When I was little, I didn't understand. My dad told me not to tell anyone about it. A few years ago, there was a car accident, and Fermin disappeared, leaving only Garland. I asked my dad, but he wouldn't tell me. Both my brothers loved me, and losing either of them would be hard. My dad said mentioning Fermin would upset Garland, so he told me not to talk about it."

Louis wasn’t allowed to do anything other than eat, sleep, and walk around. I made sure not to leave his side. Juan automatically stopped being the world's best brother, he didn’t even show the newly acquired tattoo. What was it with the brothers not being able to tell each other how much they loved each other? Carlos came to see Louis often but all they did was talk. I couldn’t help but wonder what both of them were talking about so seriously.

Kept a watchful eye on them both for that reason. Out of the three Torrez brothers here in Lupitum, he was by far the best one out of them. Leon was a demonic cunt with a wicked lust for blood. Zero regards for anyone but himself. When Dominique opened the brothels, Leon had been the first one in line to try out the new merchandise. Nicolas on the other hand. Well... Apart from being a bit bland, he was perfect for my sister. Would never risk her life for material gain. I just wished the pair would finally come out and tell us all. Not that I expected it to happen anytime soon.

The Beckham Brothers POV Rio entered the dimly lit room, his presence commanding attention as he addressed his six brothers, the notorious Beckham siblings who ruled over the underworld with an iron fist. Nick, Zion, Leo, Theo, Luca, and Dave, each as formidable as the next, turned their attention to Rio as he delivered his news. "I've found the snitch," Rio declared, his voice cutting through the silence like a knife. His brothers leaned in closer, anticipation crackling in the air as they awaited his revelation.

She looked at Liam's handsome sculpted face and gulped knowing that if she didn't tell him now then she will not be able to meet him ever. Cristina Fernandez, the only sister of the Spanish Fernandez brothers is in Russia for the last two years. Her brothers sent her as a spy in Liam ovich Gorbachev's company who is the son of Mikhail Igor Gorbachev. They sent her to collect all the important informations from the company so that they can get their weakness. Their rivalry with the Russians is very old but it got intense when Mikhail killed Teal, their father.

“This doesn’t concern you, cousin. Walk away before you make a bigger fool of yourself.” Julian ignored him, eyes locked on mine. “He’s manipulating you. Just like he always does. The Spain deal, the lies about the letters, the way he used your mother’s restaurant as leverage—it’s all control. He doesn’t love you, Isla. He owns you. And you’re letting him parade you around like a trophy while Serena tears you apart publicly.”

I sat at the table for hours, trying to think of something, when I met the last of the four stepbrothers. He walked in with a hoodie, his hands tucked into the pockets. I didn't notice him at first until I raised my head to see someone had entered the room. Leo, the last of the four sons. I didn't want him to notice me, certain he'd hate me like the others. But before I could turn away, he caught my eyes, and for some reason, I froze. Brown silk hair, brown eyes, pink lips I couldn't ignore framed a face I'd just met along with the rest of Mr. Cody's sons. Yet this one made my chest tighten the same unexplainable way Shawn and Gaige had, a pull I couldn't shake.