Novel The Brothers Karamazov Novels & Stories

The Brother's Bet 6. The Rules of The Game. The Brother's sat down for a while, Alex grabbed a bottle of whiskey, With a smirk on his face, He poured the wine for his brother. " Why do you seem excited???"Ethan scoffed, Ethan didn't like the idea but growing up his brother's actions has always influenced him. " I mean, She disrespected me so I should be excited at least, Not only but she's also in our home," Alex said but Ethan wasn't buying it.

Closing my eyes and targeting, I shot and hit the mark perfectly. I was one of the best in combat and aim in the Mafia. I was even better than Father. I'd proved myself countless times. At age 15, I beat up one of the guard's sons just because he spoke to me bad so why the hell do they think I can't handle the business. The Karamazov name was the most powerful in Russia and we were one of the most powerful outside. The name Evelyn Karamazov made grown men shiver so why the fuck do they think I need to get married?

-=Ang's Point of View=- I rushed out of the house with my heart hammering from the adrenaline I felt since, for the first time, I was free to love Miranda without guilt, which may haunt me because Miranda is my brother's wife, only to find out that their wedding wasn't real. To be honest, what I discovered about Anthony continues to surprise me. I assumed I knew my brother well, but I was mistaken. Despite the fact that I now know he's gay, my feelings for him remain unchanged. I hope our mom and his dad will also accept him. He kept his actual self buried for so long, and I understand how difficult it must have been for him. But if they don't accept him, I'll figure out how to get them to a

My brothers are criminals. My favorite brother enzo. Who I take as a father figure. Is the head. Who killed so many people's. He is a criminal. He is the ruthless mafia boss everyone talks about. My brothers are like big fluffy teddy bears who gives the best cuddles and make me laugh are the same brothers who kill people. They are just like my mom and step-dad cruel and kill people. God why can't I have a normal family? When finally I was happy with them and everything was going perfectly fine why did I got to know that they are in mafia.

Alexander simply said to Mateo as his eyes continued to stare at him. At this moment, Mateo really wished that a knife would drop from the sky and stab him! 'Why's this happening? Did Mom go back on her words and told big brother what happened? No, that's unlike Mom. She won't do that because she's really looking forward to a new daughter-in-law. Then, who told big brother?! Could it be the kids or Jake then? This is all messed up! Maybe it's Jake. That guy is so loyal to big brother. Was it the reason I suspected he was suspicious, the other day? Maybe he was feeling guilty after telling big brother about the incident. I just can't tell'. Mateo thought.

Isaac nodded at his brother and father. Vladimir’s eyes sharpened from the corners. “It’s time to put everything into the end now, Isaac!” Isaac nodded as the both brothers left from here leaving a relieved Boris behind because he knew Vladimir Sokolov was in action now, Brutal action and He wouldn't show mercy on any of his criminals!

he added. "Yes, Brother. Thanks for your concern" I tried to smile back at him so he won't give me that pitiful look. "Of course, I am your Brother" I looked at his back when he left the room together followed by the maids. I'm touched. Is this the feeling of having a brother from the same mother? He's so different from Kuya Leo. Now let's ponder on these things : *What's this novel all about?

The call ended, leaving the room quieter than before. He leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling. Somewhere out there was a brother he had never met, a person who shared his face, his blood, his origin. It was the one unresolved thread in his life, the one question that never quite let him rest. And lately, it felt as though everything was pulling too close at once. His job. His search. And a student he had no right to think about the way he did. Exhaling slowly, he reached for the stack of essays on his desk, forcing himself back into familiar ground. Distance, he reminded himself, was the only way forward.