Novel The Brothers Karamazov Novels & Stories

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.

The name scraped at the back of my throat. The office smelled of stale cigar smoke and old money. A single lamp threw the rest of the room into shadow; the fan above cut the air into slow, lazy slices. I pressed my fingertips into the bridge of my nose until the pressure steadied the pulse at my temple. That was the problem with my brother he thought mercy was a virtue. He killed Greco, but he left Valentina breathing. Now she had dragged her sister into this war, and it was all because my brother couldn’t finish what he started.

I was still in my daze when I felt the effect of his heavy pounch on me, bursting my lips in the process. "You should watch your words! Don't talk to me as if I'm your slave! I'm not! I'm your brother!" With every word coming from him, I couldn't help but laugh even though I felt pain on my bursted lips. "Do you act like one? I've stopped considering yourself as my brother since five years ago! You are nothing but a murderer and a betrayer!" I spat to his face as his attack on me brought the past memories that hit me hard.

"Holy cow, you have got to be kidding me! You mean this amazing car is mine?" Jason asked his brother, a mixture of disbelief and shock evident on his face as he stared at the sport car Jordan had gotten him as a gift. "Well, that depends on whether you want it or not, I've always known that you wanted a car like this, and I knew dad wasn't going to get you one." "so here I'm just being your big brother and getting you this, nothing more, But if you don't like it, let me know and I can take my gift back," Jordan said, a slight smirk playing on his lips.

The only connection that I had with life and my existence on earth was pain. I felt numb without the pain, felt nothingness, at least the pain made me feel like something, it made me feel a little, like other humans. Without the pain, I was totally detached from reality, totally removed from the realm where normal people lived. He took a copy of the book he had been reading and turned the back page to write something. It was a copy of Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy. A modernist novel that we were currently reading. His copy wasn’t brand new, it had dog pages, had been read over and over again. With some lines underlined.

Redy growled coldly, without even a trace of pity. Ivy gripped the concrete floor with her trembling fingers. Her breathing was violently labored, her chest and entire body burning with unbearable pain. Her vision began to blur, replaced by black spots spinning before her eyes. Seeing her three brothers unleash such brutal fury, Sarah hurried forward several steps, stretching out both arms as though she were a loving guardian angel filled with pure compassion.