Novel The Brothers Karamazov Novels & Stories

It erupted an ache inside my chest, and my breathing heavily. The look of longing in his eyes was evident, his eyes screamed of want for something forbidden. Looking at him, I was completely taken aback. I wish what I’m seeing in his is not real, it’s just my imagination or something. But no! No matter how many times, I blinked and shook my head. It wasn't my imagination. It was all real, his eyes screaming that he loved her. Nikolai loved his Brother’s Wife and it was shocking. I can’t fucking believe what I’m seeing.

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.

He was suppose to be the one to protect her from the bullying yet he lead them into almost having his sister killed. "So you mean Amelia doesn't even recognize you as her brother?" Dave asked curiously. If Amelia's memories of the bullying was erased then that means every memories of Andrew was erased as well because he is Amelia's biggest bully. He tortured her not only at school but at home as well. Yeah, he is the wrost brother anyone could ever have "She doesn't remember anything about me" his voice was quiet and sad but Dave didn't feel sorry for him at all. He deserves it "but I'm going to change. This is my chance to start over with her"

Carina’s POV Everyone was waiting for my answer. Adriano knelt on the floor, holding up that sketchbook, his eyes full of desperate hope. I looked at him, and felt nothing. Not a single ripple. If anything, it was pathetic. “Put that disgusting thing away.” My voice was clear and cold, a spike of ice piercing the backstage silence. “Adriano Moretti, do you really think you can use my dead brother’s memory to buy my sympathy?”

"I understand your concerns." "Then end this madness!" Don Petrov shouted. "End this blockade and let us return to business!" "No," I said simply. The room erupted immediately. All of them started shouting at once. "This is unacceptable!" "You cannot do this!" "We have businesses to run!" I let them shout. I let them rage. Then I raised my hand and they all fell silent. "My brother killed the woman I loved," I said. My voice was cold and deadly. "He took her from me. He murdered her. And now he is hiding somewhere like a coward."

“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.”

“Family stuff is never simple. I've spent years trying to figure things out for myself, about my family. To understand my brothers and I still don't know them.” He was staring at Lucas and I could feel there was something serious going on between the two of them. The intensity with which his eyes were fixated on Lucas’ face made me curious about what he meant. Among all the brothers, Caspian and Lucas were the only ones who didn't interact like the others did, except for Ian, of course. “Everyone thinks they are doing the right thing, but most of us don't even know what is right and what is wrong,” I added, trying to fight the sleep clawing its way up my eyes.

"Before you jump into the 'why didn't you tell me sooner' spiel, I knew you'd run off to spend the night and day with Isla. That's why I dropped it on you now." She had a point. If given the choice, I'd rather chill at Isla's than go to this sudden family gathering. Like, seriously, what's the big deal? Coby and I already knew each other. This whole shebang seemed set up for that little demon—yeah, I'd nicknamed him that. Coby's kid, Damien or whatever, is around eleven or twelve, I guess. I was too busy on my phone when Mom mentioned him. But here's the problem —the new brother.

Either he just got kicked out, or he remembered he's an attorney and not a romance novel hero. Saul pulled open the car door and slid into the seat, his face devoid of all emotion. "Drive, Matt." "Going straight to the office, sir?" Matt asked, stepping on the gas. "Yes," Saul replied, his gaze fixing coldly on the passing New York skyline. "Find out everything you can about my brother's wife, Kim.”

I continued to speak. I closed my hand, and I started to talk, “The criminal tortured Mantus many times and cut his genital.” I seriously said to them, so Melody became interested in my discussion. “His older brother managed to find them and kill the culprit. After the traumatic event he experienced, he became crazy and blamed his older brother for what happened. There is also speculation spread on the internet that the reason why he wrote the novel is to teach the criminals to get away with the crimes they did,” I explained, and I looked at the book I was holding. Then, I continued to talk.