My Three Tyrant Brothers Novels & Stories

My name is Aphrodite Luisa Ezrael, and I have three brothers: Timothy II Ezrael, Leonardo III Ezrael, and Giovanni Axel Zeus Ezrael. In addition, our parents, Vanessa Hera Ezrael and Gion Timothy Leonardo Ezrael They are the center of my existence. Yes, there is no issue with our family, except that we are known inside the corporate world like a monster. Because my brothers and father have no heart when it comes to business, they are brutal businessmen in the eyes of many people. Our Eldest Brother Timothy, who partnered with the Delafuertes, would bring some company down. Tsk, that's how bad he is. Rocco Delafuerte, his closest buddy, is also a Tycoon businessman, but he is also ruthless.

My long strands of hair hung over my eyes, I peeped through them up at Groban but one of the other Brothers yelled at me before kicking me hard against my ribs, forcing me to fall down again as I yelped. “Keep your head down little feral bitch, you don’t get to look up at us!” He shouted, turning his attention toward Groban he scoffed, “Are you sure about this baby brother? They’re feral, like vermin,” Groban smirked, “Yet you have about six of your own Dax,” Laughing the brother shook his head, “Yes but I know how to handle these things, give her to me I’ll break her in for you,” the brothers found pleasure in plummeting villages and taking human woman for themselves, treating them worse th

"Tenfold, huh? It's just an aphrodisiac, but such a potent amount is gonna kill him. You're being really ruthless, Ty!" Rumor had it that the third son of the Elkin family had a heart of stone and was known as the devil incarnate. It wasn't an exaggeration—it was true to life. Then again, Greg Elkin had brought this upon himself. It was Tyrone's first day back, yet Greg was already up to funny tricks. He was getting what he deserved!

I said calmly. “I don’t think you know what this means. Three brothers can’t have their own person leading them and be okay with it.” Lucid said against my decision again. “Three Brothers, one company each for each of them. Whoever does it right, deserves to rule.” The chief elder declared. “What? They won’t work together hand in hand? You want them to be really competitive against each other. This would cause something else and I’m afraid your majesty won’t be able to handle it.” Lucid declared in a stern voice.

With that, Tyler spread his arms and raised his voice. “Brothers, attack! Beat them up good!” All 70 to 80 brutes pounced like wild beasts under Tyler’s command. They beat up whoever they caught, even old folks and children. Some younger women were taken advantage of without a care for consequences. It was pure chaos.

He didn’t accept Darrons death no matter how much Dexter told him there was no hope. “That stupid bitch. It’s all her fault! If she hadn’t betrayed me none of this would’ve happened!” He hit the metal bars with black and blue knuckles. A crack sounded out on impact, but he didn’t react to it. He grabbed the bars. Shaking at them in frustration. Dexter watched him, irritation seeping over him, “brother. If you had been a bit clever you wouldn’t have trusted her”. He glared at his brother. “Bu- But- nobody ever betrays me? I’m the crown prince! Everyone likes me! I can have everything!.... so- so what went wrong?” He started spitting nonsense which only irritated his younger brother more.

There were two famous good-for-nothings in the Star Court. One was me, Vera, the youngest daughter, with most of my twin starblood ruined, good for nothing but eating, drinking, and playing. The other was my twin brother, Orson, his life-fire broken, unable to stand anywhere with too many people. But my eldest brother, Theron, was heir to the Divine Court, the next King of the Gods. My second brother, Drake, was the Dragon Sovereign, who held every gold vein of the dragon clan.

Timothy continued typing, "At that time, we couldn't stand how arrogant those terrorists were. That's why we publicly called for the best members from both the North and the South and openly declared war on that group of terrorists." "But those terrorists were powerful, right? Their families joining forces should have put a lot of pressure on you?" Sage only knew that the bad guy was now the richest man in Bern City. However, the bad guy probably didn't have that much power yet back then. Faced with warnings from those allied families, the bad guy should still have felt pressure. After all, one man alone was no match for many. It was hard for even one family to fight against all the other fa

Another man built like a warrior with thick cords of muscle rippling beneath his finely tailored suit growled back in a low, rumbling baritone meant only for his younger siblings' ears. The third prince was less talkative. He always carried an air of calculation about him and didn't deign to join in the bickering. But his brown eyes remained locked on the masked newcomers, wheels visibly turning behind his pensive, studying expression. ‘Why does he seem so familiar?’ The third prince wondered, staring at the tall man striding between two others. ‘It couldn’t be him, right? ‘The renowned Imperial…. The tyrant as he is known… it couldn’t be him.’

“You could have done that and also planned to do the same to me, so you could have Teresa all for yourself, hmm?!” “What?” Bennett breathed. “Keller, that’s a very serious accusation! Bennett would never!” “Oh, you think so?! I think…” I hunched over, blocking my ears. The verbal fight had become too much that I had to press my ears close with my hands. What had come over the three brothers? Were they possessed? What are all these fights about me? We had created a scene, and most of the guards and omegas in the alpha house were secretly watching us.