Madaras Brother Novels & Stories

"You must think I'm a bad person but I'm finally getting better, I'm seeing a therapist, I take my pills regularly, my company is growing and I'm married. I can't have my past ruining mistakes for me." "Two days Javier, in two days it makes it three years Louisa died, the only woman that could love you for the monster you truly are." I stood up looking down at my pathetic brother. "At the end of the day Ace, we are both monsters." He smirked, I want to say it's not true but it is. "Look, give me a month and I'll handle Zach." I won't let any of my friends die, not anymore. "2 weeks max." My brother smirked at me, he's not getting better, he's not. I'm afraid he's worse. ~~~

I pleaded. "He was. He was our brother until he ruined everything with his own hands," Matteo let out, firm and resolute. "Now, all he is to us is an enemy that needs to be killed before he causes any more damage to anyone else." "He did not do anything! Stop trying to make fucking excuses. If you want his properties, then just take it. No one's going to say anything to you," I was desperate to save my dad. "Just admit that you two are so fucking greedy that you're willing to kill your own brother!"

Kevin replied adamantly. “Don’t do this man.” “Dude, you either join in the brother’s code or you leave me alone.” Brother’s code? What brother’s code? I so much wanted to know but I can’t afford to make myself be remembered now, I made a mental note to ask Adrian, that’s if he will tell me though.

Iver and April had decided to have a talk with him when he comes back and Iver wanted to properly give him a genuine apology for all he had said to him. When he arrived however, he was being supported by Knox. They thought he was hurt at first but then, they realized he was just drunk, really drunk. The last time the two saw their brother drunk was when he was seventeen and had lost to an opponent in a wrestling match. He already had a few injuries before the match and so, he believed it wasn't fair and had asked for a re-match but he was thrown out. He had branched by a bar and gotten drunk, he was so drunk that he collapsed and slept off on the side of the road until a neighbour saw him an

My breath catches in my throat like I’ve just been punched by the universe itself. Alexander fucking Madrigal. My brother’s best friend. Valesquez’s younger brother. My teenage crush who morphed into a grown-up nightmare with cheekbones that could cut glass and a moral compass that points exclusively toward chaos. According to the document—and I’m reading this three times because surely the universe isn’t this twisted—he was photographed leaving a private club in Manhattan with Isabella Orlando. As in, the daughter of Michael Orlando, notorious Bratva boss and the kind of man who makes other dangerous men check under their beds at night.

It had been the most devastating moment of my life—the day I lost my brother. I was on the other side of the world taking care of the business when I got my mom's call she was excited that John was getting married, though she was upset that he didn't tell us anything about it earlier and they had to attend the wedding only as guests, she was excited too, eager to meet the woman who had captured his heart. Being very impulsive, John had decided to marry all of a sudden without informing the family. Even though I was also upset with that as I would not be there for the wedding, I had immediately booked the first flight home, wanting to be there for my brother’s big day, but that day I returned

Isla hesitated for a second, then replied, “Well, I’ve got my mom, and my dad… and a baby brother. His name’s Marcus. He’s only two, and he’s always getting into stuff.” Sade laughed, imagining a little brother causing all sorts of trouble. “I have an older brother, Eric. He’s ten. He’s always acting like he’s too cool for anything. He wears this Spider-Man jacket all the time,” Sade said, shaking her head. “And my sister, Madison, she’s seven. She’s always looking out for me and helping me.” Isla smiled. “Sounds like you have a pretty big family.” “Yeah, it’s fun,” Sade said. “What about you? Do you live in a house or an apartment?”

Alex said but Ethan wasn't buying it. " Alex…..What do you mean ???" Ethan frowned. " Lower your horses, Ethan…, We have done this before so why are you getting so worked up " Alex teased his younger brother but Ethan on the other hand wasn't finding it funny. " I am not saying we haven't done it before but don't you think we should stop, Sara looks like a vulnerable person, I mean she looks sad and even broken, What are we going to do to her will be salt to injury" Ethan sighed and Alex burst in laughter.

he repeated, a tilt of something hostile on his tongue. Mads quirked a brow, his shirt hanging loosely off his lean frame. "Yeah, I'm a werewolf. Why?" "Really?" my brother sounded exasperated. The most emotion I'd heard in his voice in a long time. "That's your amante de la sagre? A fucking werewolf? You'd sully your bloodline with a wolf?"

Now, I even saw the contempt and ridicule in the eyes of my brother’s lover. I knew her. She was Vicky White, a famous beauty in our town. Her father was Kincaid White, the Gamma of our pack. She was one year older than me. She was one of my brother’s lovers. Maybe it was because she was beautiful or because of her identity, my brother doted on her. Although my brother had many lovers, Vicky thought she was my brother's true love. I even heard that my brother would marry Vicky if he didn't find his mate six months later. I didn't know whether the news was true or false. But if my brother really married Vicky, my life would be more miserable than now.