Novel & Cerita Madaras Brother

My mate Is it my brother?

I was so fucking mad right now. "Now you know" Angelo curled up his lips into a grin, before taking a sip from his whiskey. Maddox is Angelo's brother! To say I was shocked would be an understatement. I'm a fucking ball of emotions right now and I don't know how I am supposed to react. Maddox is the brother that was never talked about, hiding in Angelo's shadows. He's the mysterious brother that no one from my family remembered. Maddox is my husband-to-be's fucking brother and I tried to kiss him. Not to mention the countless times I imagined his hands on my body, whispering dirty words in my ear while he was fucking me. I was seriously attracted to this man.

“You never told me you had a brother.” Marcus’s jaw tightened. “Because he was supposed to be gone.” The man smiled wider. “I’m flattered you missed me.” Marcus’s voice was ice. “Don’t flatter yourself, Adrian.” The name echoed through the clearing. Adrian. The council executioner. Marcus’s brother. Adrian’s gaze finally shifted toward me. And the moment his eyes landed on me… Everything about him changed. The playful amusement disappeared. Replaced by sharp interest. “So.” He studied me slowly.

He walked past her, following behind his mother to pay his last respects to his father. Katrina swallowed a lump and managed to lift her body up. She took a last look at Morris’s picture before walking out. … Jace stood in front of the memorial altar, his hands tucked into his pockets, his eyes void of any expression. His last memory with Morris invade his head… - “If you walk out that door, you’re no longer my son” Morris had lashed at him. There was broken vase on the floor between the table, which he had angrily thrown down.

The sky has become dark blue. "Where's my brother? I was promised my brother!" Marius roared at a figure Rosa could barely see. Inching forward would only make her visible. "There have been a change of plan, Marius. You never told me you have Armand and Vadim's mate locked up. I presumed you want to make her your bride." A deep, gritty voice that just laced with poison made her skin crawl. Marius groaned. "It will be soon but not until you bring me my brother. Where is he? What did the Makkari brothers do to him?"

Empty. Then I walked into the kitchen and there was Marcus, quietly putting stuff back in the pantry. He looked up, met my eyes, and I knew. He knew. “Where is he?” My voice came out smaller than I wanted. Marcus let out a long breath and set the bag down. “Left maybe two hours ago.” “Left for where?” “East. The territories.” The air punched out of me. “Alone? He went after our dad and brother by himself? Are you kidding?”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude. I’m Luca, Damien’s brother.” My mother blinked. “Damien’s brother?” Luca nodded politely. “Yes. I heard about Mr. Valenci, and I just came to check on him. I didn’t want to disturb your rest, so Selena and I spoke out here.” Her brows lifted slightly in surprise. I could see the questions swirling behind her eyes. “Damien never mentioned a brother.” “I’ve been away for quite some time,” Luca said smoothly, not missing a beat. “Business overseas. I recently came back.”

Without much ado, he also shed his spirit and joined his brother who he had spent these past months bonding with. Despite his feelings being null, he had tried to understand the latter, especially as Zande had made sure to keep flooding his mind with memories and good things, with emotions and scents of flowers, to keep his emotions well anchored. His brother had understood of course, had been more than grateful to Zande. In the body of the delegate, Dedari met his brother fighting against the vampire taints. It was more than one. His brother had successfully done away with the first one. It remained the other, a tricky one, considering the sharpness of its movement.

I said slowly, “that we just broke into your old roommate’s million-dollar beach house?” “Not broke in,” Ethan corrected, voice calm. Too calm. “Borrowed. Temporarily. He’s in Spain for the next three months shooting that documentary. House sits empty. We’re just… house-sitting.” “Without telling him,” I pointed out. Noah shrugged. “He’d say yes if he was around to ask. Probably. Anyway, we’re here now. No point crying over un-sent texts.” I stared at my brother like he’d grown a second head. Noah had always been reckless—jumping off roofs into pools, sneaking into concerts, the whole cliché—but this felt different. This felt like actual trespassing. With consequences.

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.