Novel & Cerita Obey Me Brothers

“You don’t ask how I’m doing unless it's a polite conversation at the table with other family. It's supposed to be our honeymoon but you're so busy all day. With everything but your wife. I sat in a bathtub fully dressed and crying tonight because this house makes me feel like I don’t belong, and the only person who noticed was the greedy brother of yours. Damon. So thank him for me and see him from the good side. He's not your enemy Adrian. He's your Broth—.” “STEPBROTHER!” Adrian’s expression shifted, something like guilt flashing through before he locked it down again. “I don't want him to have any sort of connection, friendship or even familiarity with my wife. You're mine. And he should

He shook his head, "You're just handling this thing. That's it. And you have business, meetings, conferences etcetera to do." "But brother, I want to.." "You want to.. you're getting it. Just do as I say, Adam. I won't endure anything." He told him, dryly. His jaw locked, clearly telling him to obey him. "I'll prove myself worthy, brother." His tone was holding a challenging note. His eyes narrowed at him. His hard gaze turned to Justice, certainly giving him a warning to keep a close eye on his younger brother. Justice bowed his head immediately. "I'm not doubting you. You know the reason." Adam opened his mouth, "End of the topic. Release them." He ordered.

I asked my brother, feeling the wind stolen out of my sails. Erik pushed me into the room and shut the bedroom door before turning on me angrily. "Mara, you are my sister, and I love you dearly. But you cannot poke a fucking Draygon! And you sure as hell can't refuse the king of the fucking Draygons!" he shouted at me. "Erik! This is ridiculous! He can't just expect me to obey like a good little servant!" I shouted. "Actually, yes he can," my brother snapped. "No! I am my own person! I don't just bow to his orders!" I said firmly.

“Brother, open the portal to the Universe for me so I can enter and fulfil my destiny and restore my honour!” Devoid laughs, “Funny, you are asking me the black sheep of the family for help. The one you always belittled and said I am not your brother, now you ask for my assistance into this universe!” Infuriated by Devoid’s answer hurtles off his throne, “You dare disobey me brother! Have you forgot what happens to those that disobey me!?” “I do brother but I am no longer willing to obey you and your craziness!” he replies closing the communication.

In the future, I aspire to become a renowned designer and not be a burden to you all. Hearing these heartfelt words, Liam's eyes welled up with tears. Initially, they had hoped Mia would rely on them, but her dedication and ambition caught them by surprise. It was deeply touching. How could Mia be so hardworking and endearing? As evening fell, Dominic, Nathan, and Connor returned home, and Mia personally prepared a celebratory meal for her brothers. Lifting her cup, Mia joyfully declared, "Today, I raise a toast to my brothers with a cup of tea instead of wine, wishing everyone a swift and prosperous journey to success. Cheers!"

“This is my current home address here in London and below that is my phone number. Since you already have your phone back, you can just call me or go straight to this address whenever you want to meet or need something.” Levana took the paper and thanked him. She had a feeling she would eventually need his help one day even though she still wasn’t quite sure what for. “By the way, Levana, there is one thing I want to discuss with you.” Edmund’s expression turned serious. “What is it, brother?” She tilted her head in curiosity. “Those two men who helped you, the brothers, their names are Kilian and Maximus, right?” He asked. Levana nodded, confirming it.

“He’ll come around. You don’t plant a seed and expect it to bloom overnight. He’ll fall in line when we grow on him.” There was something calm, almost reassuring, in the way he said it. Like he’d already decided the outcome long before the rest of us even realized there was a battle to fight. I let my hands slide up over his shoulders, tangling loosely at the back of his neck. “You always sound so sure,” I whispered. One corner of his mouth quirked upward — the faintest of smirks. “That’s because I am,” he said, brushing his lips briefly over my temple. “Now stop worrying about your thorn of a brother and let me go deal with the rest of the world’s problems.”

What a sweet temptation. And now, mother had just made things more complicated with this marriage. Probably the first man I’ve come to hate to love, and love to hate, the first man that has stirred my sinful desires in years, was now going to be my stepbrother. I almost chuckled at the sound of it. It didn’t sound right. I could imagine myself talking about him and telling people he’s my stepbrother. The same man I used to talk about with so much spite and resentment in my voice. The same man who gave me the best night of my life just some days ago. That man, Dame Casian, was now going to be my stepbrother. “Ha!” I chuckled loudly. “Unbelievable.”

Aaron watched her opened her eyes but was distracted when the butler handed him a video on the cell phone. “I am going to kill you,” “I am just following the instructions of the Brotherhood sir. They expected this reaction from you. They want me to convey the seriousness of the request. They told me to inform you that they will take serious to extreme action against you should you disobey them. They told me to remind you what you have forgotten.” Aaron looks at the video. As he looks at the content his expression turns grave, set in cold cruel looking granite.

“Yes, sir.” “Do not contact Alex.” “Yes, sir.” “If they ask about me?” “I'm to say you're still overseas and that everything remains under control.” Obadiah looked toward the dark window. “And if it isn't under control?” The man hesitated. “Then I contact you.” “Only you.” “Yes, sir.” The call ended. Obadiah remained seated. He picked up another photograph from the table. It showed Daniel Waore many years earlier. His younger brother was smiling.