Novel & Cerita My Three Tyrant Brothers

Arrax gave them a dirty look, promising a sort of punishment later, I guess. "Arrax, stop being a stuffy shirt and leave the boys to their diversions, you bully" Hera protested laughing. Arrax rolled his eyes in answer. "Where is Lucian?" said one of the brothers "And who are these?" asked the other, gazing curiously at Kimi and I, but it lingered on Kimi, I noticed. "Ty's, meet my other brothers, Fyr-" Hera said, pointing at the taller one " and Theo" pointing at the shorter one.

I asked when she didn’t add to her statement. “The ones I mentioned before. They are kind of like royalty here. That one with the crazy hair is Waylon. He’s the captain of the swimming team. He’s the strong, silent type.” She sighed as she stared at him. “He’s so hot.” I snorted at her. “They all look the same.” I picked at the food in front of me. “They are triplets. Then the one next to the blonde is Whittaker. He’s like super OCD and probably the cruelest of the brothers. But it’s a calculated cruelty. There are some crazy stories,” She said as she leaned closer to me.

Characters: Bryson – Alpha of the Thunderstorm Pack (22 years old) Dante and Talon – Youngest two of the dragon triplets and sons of Rhys and Aaron (21 years old) Third Person POV “Look how the mighty have fallen,” the dragon brothers sneered, their tone dripping with sarcasm and irony as Dante and Talon hovered over the bloodied figure of the Great Commander of the Secret Forces. The battlefield reeked of ash, torn leather and the metallic sting of death. And at the center of it, half-submerged in his own blood, lay Bryson — Alpha, legend, war-born heir of the Thunderstorm Pack.

It was celebrated on a low key, my dad knew no one but his brothers, and they were in different continents, my dad was in Asia, Hymas was in Europe while Devon was in Africa, so my step-mom invited some of her friends It was time for departure, they bided each other goodbye and parted ways, my dad and his siblings converged at the location they had diverged from the first time They returned home, each with their reports to their father, of all the results, Hymas came outstanding, he was to be inaugurated 3 weeks later, but the unfortunate happened; the three brothers had gone for battle, together with the overlord, which Hymas was the General of the Army, they had gone to fight against the r

Isabella’s eyes welled up immediately, her tears falling like broken pearls. "It’s all my fault. Elena must be angry with me. She blames me for taking up your time last night..." Dante, the third brother and the family’s most hot-headed enforcer, gently patted Isabella’s back. "It’s not your fault. Elena is just being a brat." Dante turned, roaring at Luca and Lorenzo: "We’ve spoiled her too much! We’ve let her forget her place. This is a family alliance, a merger between two dynasties, and she just disappears?"

"When you first came here, you told me, 'Little girl, the CEO's office isn't a playground. You can get lost and go play now.'" I tilted my head. "Guess who should be the one to get lost now?" Erin glared at me, her eyes reddening, but not a single tear fell. Her facade of an elite woman was still hanging on by a thread, even though everyone had already seen through it. "Trina." Her lips moved, forcing a distorted smile. "You think you've won? You're just counting on your three brothers having your back." I interrupted her, "Yes. I do count on my three brothers having my back. They spoil me, pamper me, and protect me. I'm the pampered little princess of the Sheffield family."

“Don't be afraid. I'm sure your brother will be there and even though he's a jerk, he won't let any else that isn't him or Sean mess with you and I'll have your back. I guess she is right. My brother may like to make stupid remarks about me, but he only allows Sean to go along with it. If anyone else tries, he shuts them down hard. Last year he broke a boy's nose for calling me a tease. Hopefully tonight doesn't take a horrible turn.

“Cuss all you want, Ryder. We’re not your parents. We don’t give a shit.” He tries to wave it off, but I see the relief in his eyes. “I know you’re not my parents, but you’re the same age as my older brothers and they’d kick my ass if I swore in front of a she-wolf.” I laugh even harder. “Seriously? With how much I know both Nathan and Ethan cuss? That’s hilarious!” “RIGHT?!” Ryder says, as if I just validated his entire existence. Then his face falls, and he kind of shuts down.

Albert dragged the trembling boy along with him leaving Fenrir on Damien's mercy. "Hmm... I heard that you like to see your men fucking those innocent young boys?" Damien asked holding his chin. "Whatever you do Damien, I am not afraid of you." Fenrir snorted. "Call 'Brothers' and tell them to fuck him until he is left with no sperm." Damien instructed and left for his office. 'Brothers' was a group of 5 Italian mafia men. They were built with heavy muscles and had ugly appearance with curly hair and dragon tattoos all over their body. They were famous to be ruthless in their job and were bisexual.

She had been the most clingy one among the three, but I have no complaints. “Mom, we’ll take it.” Calvin, the oldest among the three took one box of the cake, followed by Clyde, who was the second to be born. The two were handsome little boys who resembles each other for almost all points, except the color of their eyes and their personalities. Calvin had grey eyes, and being the oldest one among the three, he always acts sweet and responsible, but often carries an air of seriousness around him. On the other hand, Clyde has dark blue ones and more playful than Calvin, but he always follows latter and imitates his brother’s actions.