Novel The Brothers Karamazov Novels & Stories

“How dare you say such things about your own brother–And how would you know anything about my marriage?” He scoffed– “Yes he is my brother– but I do not condone disrespect and—” “Is this what you are doing now, trying to taint my husband all black so I can fall back into your arms?” I blurted. “I never said such– But if that's the case, A man never snitches. But I guess you do see the signs– so why fight it?” I swallowed hard, trying to keep my expression still. “Do you really think everything revolves around your ego?”

I stared blankly out the window, watching the world blur past like I was trapped in someone else’s story. When we arrived, his mansion rose in front of us like something out of a dream, too big, too perfect, too cold. The flowers lining the driveway mocked me with their brightness. This was my new home. And I already hated it. The butler opened the door. Alexander stepped in first, unbuttoning his jacket like he’d just closed a deal, not married his brother’s fiancée. I hovered at the doorway, drowning in the weight of my gown and the suffocating air of indifference.

“You may know how to kill little kids and babies, but I’ve killed grown men. More than you can imagine. I don’t just kill little girls like you do.” “How do you know? You don’t know me,” Brother Adam said. Bohdan shoved Brother Adam back just enough to intimidate him. Bohdan expected a fight, but nothing happened. Not yet anyway.

he titled his head to look at Cataleia more. The girl looked at the Auctioneer hesitantly. “Is he going to kill me?” “Believe me, amongst the five; he’d be the least to consider that option. He assumed the role of a caring mother for the siblings, while the oldest helped with his father.” The fabrics of his robes were so blinding as they displayed the pale blueness of the skies. His face was calm, but worry was sprawled all over it. Amongst the five brothers, Ares was the most peaceful and most behaved.

Please note, from this point forward, it is Lorenzo's story. Then it continues into Dario's I hope you have enjoyed reading Lucia and Marcos's story. As you have read, Marco's is a similar theme, with some of the same trigger warnings. Lorenzo's story also features alcohol abuse, sex, alcohol and fighting used as a coping vice. Lorenzo's story also features many flashbacks where he remembers his childhood and his mother's abuse. This story, like Lucia's is not a fade to black story. So some scenes may be hard to read. So consider this before beginning to read it.

“The man doesn’t like me. I doubt we’ll ever get along. His blessing was given very begrudgingly, and he hasn’t let me forget it for a minute.” “That’s just how fathers-in-law are.” “Regardless, I’m willing to endure an afternoon with him if it’d make you happy.” Zandra pats my cheek and giggles. “That’s so sweet, but…” “But what?” “I think your brothers might actually have plans for you.” I frown. “What?” At this exact moment, a taxi screeches around the corner. It pulls up right next to us on the sidewalk. In the blink of an eye, my brothers barrel out of the vehicle. Samuel and Roman grab me by the arms while Damien pops the trunks. From behind the wheel, Leo rolls down the window.

“No offense, bestie, you are the best.” “Oh girl, I know,” she smirked, shrugged her shoulders, raised her nails, examined them, and then aimed her gaze towards my brother. “You need to listen to what your sister is telling you before you lose her.” Damn alcohol really makes someone appear brave. I would have never been able to tell my brother all of that if I were sober. But I don't regret it. He needed to understand what he was doing to me and how his actions were causing me to feel about myself.

DARE'S POV The rain hammered the windshield as my driver navigated the winding roads toward Finn’s secluded townhouse on the outskirts of London. My blood still boiled from the confrontation in my father’s study. Victor’s threats echoed like a death knell— send her away—and Julian’s smug face haunted every shadow. I needed clarity, strategy, and someone who understood the machine I was trapped in without being another cog in Victor’s wheel. Finn Carlisle had been that someone since Spain. My right hand. My brother in arms through the darkest deals and sleepless nights. He opened the door before I could knock, his sharp eyes reading my expression instantly.

"Brother-in-law, you are hurting me!" Serena spelled trying to shake his touch away while he gritted his teeth at her stubborn traits. "What about me, how you hurting me is okay?" Christopher’s red eyes now had a layer of glossiness as he uttered those words taking Serena by shock. There were some emotions in his eyes which Serena always feared to read, which she always feared to understand. All she knew is, that was wrong. They shouldn't have any feelings for one another, it was a sin! "I am your brother's wife!"