Novel Brothers Karamazov Novels & Stories

he stared directly into my eyes for a moment as he stopped talking and I nodded my head in agreement. "I code, bro. It'll be done." What went through my mind was the betrayal amongst brothers, what could have gone wrong? And at what point does a man decide that killing his brother is the only way. The story of the Gloomy Brothers was an inspiring tale of brotherhood, their parents were beggars but they came up together and became the most powerful gang in Harmony City during their time. But that story that we heard while growing up, that story of brotherly love and mutual respect, it was coming to an end with the pull of a trigger, and we the Badurs were going to be a part of it. What concer

If he is so. “Six months ago, a wolf came to see him,” Rosa interrupted me, with an expression on her face, as if she was about to tell me an old, old horror story for children. "A half-breed, actually," she continued. - He introduced himself as Angelov's brother. He said that he could show evidence of consanguinity and demanded that everything that belonged to Angelov be handed over to him. The cops believed that you, as Angelov's wife, were also killed by a wolfhound, but since your body was not found, you were simply recognized as missing, that is, they simply wrote off and did not even begin to search. Ibragimov knew that you were alive and that you were in a position. He thought that th

But in reality, no one would be this cruel, would they? “How many brothers do you have? I don't think I met them at the wedding.” I chewed and swallowed. "Were they present?" Gosh, I’m speaking like a true married woman. “Seven.” Ralph looked away with a strained expression. “All dead.” A chill crept up my spine. At the back of my mind, I saw Ralph as one of the three brothers from the novel, so I had to ask, “You killed them, didn’t you? To take over your father as the head of the family.”

“When the moon is void and the waters bleed, we strike.” Her high priestess approached, whispering: “And the boy?” Valeria’s teeth bared. “I won’t kill him.” A pause. “I’ll hollow him.” III. The Brotherhood’s Pact That night, the four brothers stood outside under the moon, watching the stars shift. “We started as mafia kings,” Petrov said, sipping vodka. “Now we chant spells and shield babies.” Sokolov laughed bitterly. “I had no idea things like this existed. I used to shoot first, ask later.”

The next don of Russian Mafia; Vlad Kozlov - 19 ---------- This book is actually based on my very own imagination. This story contains violence and abusive language. Hate, blood and much more. Viewers below 18, proceed with care. I know there too many characters to remember that's why I wrote this chapter. But there are also several other characters that are gonna be introduced side by side. These are the very main ones you'll have to know. Since you guys are loving my story 'Stepbrothers' so I thought why not to make another one but with a twist, ofcourse.

“We got out alive. I can’t fucking believe it.” Dimitri grinned down at me, finally looking like himself as he did. He’d put on such a good show. Un-fucking-believably good. He’d slicked his hair back and worn one of the suits I’d picked out for him, a dark blue that brought out the little flecks of green in his gray eyes. Jerry, unbeknownst to me, had studied Russian literature as an undergrad, something he mentioned after I’d introduced my mate. Dimitri had pulled some weird details about the town Dostoevsky had used for the setting of The Brothers Karamazov out of his ass, going on for a couple of minutes about the history of Russian river barges, to Jerry’s obvious and enthusiastic delig

“I’m not going through that again. Here, sign it before anybody changes their mind.” Nikolai smiled. “Are you referring to me or to yourself?” “I don’t go back on my word. I’m not like your damn brother.” “My brother?” Nikolai ůsaid, frowning. He had five of them, the youngest being six year old. There was also an eight-year-old and a twelve-year-old and the oldest next to him were nineteen-year-old twins. He loved all his brothers, though they were rather loud and annoying, especially the younger ones, but he couldn’t figure out how Akari knew any of them or what she might have against them.

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.

-Listen to me brother: I love her and I don't want to lose her. Coming out of the daze, Brahim blinked several times. His chest was compressed by helplessness, and his brother's words rewound once more in his head, striking his stubborn heart. A spark of fire ignited something in his blood. He approached Ciro, still with the gun in his hands, and pressed his forehead against his.

Enzo was a breath of fresh air compared to his brothers, and the thought of him never wanting to speak to me again made my heart ache. “Relax. Enzo is very rational. I’m sure he would understand. Besides, this marriage was probably the last thing you wanted for yourself. My brothers are not the kindest, and you have to deal with not one, but both. I can see how stifling that can be, especially since I’ve been promised to Dmitri Ivanov.” “Dmitri! The Mad Dog?” I half yelled, horrified at the thought. The Russian outfit had no integrity and they couldn’t care less about morals, or compassion but none of them was as worse as Dmitri Ivanov, nicknamed the Mad Dog for his brutality.