Lucifer Show Brother Novels & Stories

Nyra stared at the screen blankly for a few seconds before raising an eyebrow, “Why am I looking at a picture of Professor Moore?” Elara turned her head sharply to her friend, tears pooling in her eyes, “That's my brother” Nyra inhaled loudly, the sound harsh in the quiet of the room, like she’d been punched in the chest. “What the fuck.”

"Your guards are gone, I have killed all of them. Your mansion is wrecked. Everything you’ve built is crumbling, and you can’t stop it. About your brother, I know about him, he won't save you either because he's on the brink of death." Shocked would be an understatement. Lucas could not believe his ears, he had kept it a secret that Ben was his brother and had planted him in Lucian's company as a mole to supply him with information. The pain in his body was nothing compared to the pain of risking his younger brother's life. He felt so useless. He wished he could have heeded his brother's warnings against messing up with Lucian, maybe all this would not have happened. But it was too late to r

As much as he's been oddly cold to me recently, I couldn't fight the urge to defend him. Damon chuckled coldly, “You think you know a lot about Luciano? I know him more than anyone else, do you know why? He's my brother. Luciano is my fucking elder brother!” “Surprised, aren't you? Didn't he mention having a brother to his precious one?” He mocked. “What?” I frowned, extremely confused and stunned. “You don't believe me, do you? Don't we look alike? Or you're just blinded by your own feelings to see it.”

He knelt opposite me and closed his brother's eyes. “Should I give you both time to mourn?” Chase asked with a soft laugh. “You killed my sister,” Lucien stood to his feet. His heart beat was louder than the voice in my head. “And now you murder my brother,” “Your family are like ants, trying to show supe__”

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.

“The night. The confusion. The way—” “Enough!” The word tore out of me. “I don’t have a brother,” I snarled. “And I refuse to share blood with that b@stard.” Silence fell—heavy and absolute. My father stood, suddenly interested. “What brother are you talking about?” “Maybe we should ask you too, Mr. Drake,” Ariel said, her eyes red now, like she was barely holding back tears. “Lucian,” my father said, placing a hand on my shoulder, “you’re letting her manipulate you.”

“I’ll avenge June! I’ll slaughter every last zombie! “Right now, the most important thing is to get me out of here, Eira.” Castiel’s words made me laugh bitterly. “You killed June. Her death was your fault, not anyone else’s. What makes you think I would help you?!” Castiel roared in rage, “Eira, she was just an outsider! I’m your real brother!” ‘An outsider?’ I thought. All these years, June had looked after me and cared for me. When the zombies attacked, she shielded me behind her. Meanwhile, my dear brother was out bathing with his mistress!

Then the unmistakable rhythmic creak of a bedframe. My face went nuclear. Noah and Lena. Obviously. They’d been “showering” for like forty-five minutes. I froze, plate halfway to the table, mortified on behalf of everyone involved. Ethan noticed immediately. He turned down the heat on the stove, wiped his hands on the dish towel, and cocked his head toward the ceiling. “Sounds like your brother’s putting in work,” he said, deadpan. “Shut up,” I hissed, cheeks burning so hot I could have cooked the pasta on them.

Sterling turned to him, his hands placed on his waist without bothering to check the injury Kelvin had inflicted on him, and Kelvin slowly backed away. Sterling was bleeding underneath his shirt. He was so done with such a life. "Who told you silver works on me, Kelvin?" Sterling questioned, now approaching him. Kelvin was his immediate older brother, and he was as evil as Sterling couldn't explain. He was the perfect son to be called the rightful heir of Lucifer. Lucifer must have been fancying him now.

Lucifer poured a large glass of Spirytus Vodka at 95% proof and handed it to Abaddon. "Have a drink you pain in my ass," Lucifer grinned slightly and watched him drain the entire glass and slide it back. "Just give me the bottle if you want me drunk, brother," he mumbled and Lucifer chuckled, handing it to him. I looked between them both and elbowed my dad. "Are they actual brothers," I asked curiously and Asmodeus smiled and shook his head.