Novel & Cerita My Repentant Brothers

Under the full moon, by the Blackwater River, there was a grand funeral. It was the highest-level water burial the Shadow Pack could offer. My body had been restored. I was in my favorite white dress as I lay inside a crystal coffin lined with white lilies. Ethan stood in black clothes and a white rose pinned to his chest. Before the entire pack, he dropped to his knees with a heavy thud. "I am a sinner." His voice was carried across the riverbank through the amplifiers.

"You only have one life, but you can't pay for all my dead brothers' lives. If you don't kneel down and repent to them, I can only cut you into eight pieces and let you die without a whole body. Only by letting you experience the most extreme pain in the world can you pay homage to the souls of my brothers in heaven!" "If I kill innocent people, I'm willing to repent. But your brothers are villains who deserve to die. It's impossible for me to burn incense for them, let alone kneel down to repent. Pei Chong, I advise you to give up your heart as soon as possible. Otherwise... the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment." "Are you sure you want to give up this opportunity?" "Yes, yes

Right in front of me stood the man from the night, the one who took his time to ruin me in and out even if I could barely recall his name. I thought my heart had already gone through its strain this week, but nothing could have prepared me for what I heard next. “Please meet Ezekiel– my brother,”

~~~ Before the brothers met, Old Master Hunt’s study… “Your crimes keep piling up, and I'm not going to keep covering up for you and allow you to destroy our family legacy. Don't you dare go to the headquarters again; your brother is now the new CEO; go to Africa and reflect on yourself; I'll summon you back when the news blows over,” Old Master Hunt said, his voice stern but full of heartache.

He had called me mean and said that I was pinning the blame on Tommy, who was only three years old. But now, that same three-year-old showed not a trace of fear or sadness as he stood before his own brother's charred corpse. Instead, he complained that his toy was broken.

I can't move on from that unless I have done what I wanted. He looked down again, probably because he's ashamed of what his brothers have done and also what he said to me before. "I can't rectify what my brothers did. I know it's not easy for you to have all of us as your mates, and you did nothing wrong. You can use me to get revenge on them if you want." I scoffed. "What devotion. I'm touched by your devotion towards your brothers. Are you trying to make me more angry?" "No, Your Highness."

"Ryder and his twin brothers helped me through that hell." A known look on Andrius passed and he led his hand out for him to take which Ryder gladly took. "Andrius, her brother." "Ryder, Elena's brother." He replied, pressing on his words. A wave of warm shock flooded within me and I kept my face neutral as possible. Why was even bothering? But, somewhere deep it felt good...good to regarded as someone's family. Andrius nodded. "Nice to meet you. It may be late but let me convey it once again--a big thanks on behalf of helping my sister."

"I am sorry, I cannot get out of this cot." "Brother just rest. We have done enough." The first Apoethacry said. Unlike his brother, he could still move. "We should have left months ago. Master will be very pissed at us." Ren just watched them for a little bit. In the corner of us his eyes, he looked at the people who followed him talk about him "treating" the old-timer. "Do you think this.." "The name is Ren, brat." Ren said insipidly. "Do not forget it."

After graduating from college, I set out to make a new life in Kingshaven with my parents, who had just wrapped up over two decades of teaching in an underserved rural community. To our surprise, as soon as we stepped off the train, we ran straight into Kingshaven’s infamous little tyrant. She clearly had a woman’s appearance, yet she kept insisting she was a man. Of course, I glanced at her a couple of times. “What are you staring at? Never seen a man before? I can’t stand women like you, using your looks to seduce men wherever you go.” We had only just arrived in the capital, so I did not want any trouble. I took my parents by the arm and turned to leave. As I turned, however, she sp

"It’s not for a brother! It’s for a servant! A slave!" "Stop it." Ignatius began to cross out the angry lines of text with smooth, rhythmic strokes. "Let me fix it for you, Raffy. I’ll balance the books. I’ll make it all clean again. We’ll start over. From the beginning. Chapter one: Two brothers, one empire." Rafferty watched the pen move. The black ink swallowed the history of his revenge. Every strike of the nib was a blow to his power. He had spent years breaking this man’s spirit, making sure Ignatius remembered every failure, every moment of weakness.