Novel & Cerita Oblivion Brother Martin

They were confused about everything that happened today, so Samantha asked "what the hell did happen today?! I thought that you and Kate are in love?!" "yes, sister-in-law, we are in love," Martin said with a sigh and goes to his seat but was stopped by his brother, who asked, " who is that man, and what was going on?!". "Brother, you know that I never found my mate right?" Martin asked with a sigh trying his best not to lose control. He nodded his head and said "yes...". "yes, I never had a mate but Kate had a mate before! She told me this! he went with that bastard to the rouges hunt and was taken away by them, so everyone believed that he is dead! she moved on and is being with me! but af

he said softly and then went to the sink and threw the tablet there. "It looks like he's under the drug now, bro," I heard Gregory or maybe it was Martin. Fuck! I can't differentiate them now, my vision is spinning that's why I don't know who’s Gregory and who’s Martin now. "Shit! If something bad happens to him, I swear I'm gonna beat you to death, Gregory," Martin said threatening his brother and I only knew it was Martin because he mentioned his twin brother’s name. "Martin?" I called his name trying to get his attention, Martin approached me and then smiled sweetly at me, and I couldn’t help but gulp while looking at his dazzling face, he’s so fucking handsome and charming that I can’t r

I snort and turn to my brother to block the way. When Andreas sees Martin as a human being, he is seized by the hunt for prey. He does not manage more than one step before I catch him around his neck with my large paw and plant the other one in his face. Andreas is completely stunned and stands passively. "Was that really necessary ?" Martin shakes his head. I grunt. It was the first thing that had occurred to me, and it has worked all the other times my brother has been an idiot. "Well, he's your little brother". Martin turns towards the camp. “In a little while they will be done with the horse. When they catch the scent from the town in the valley, and then it goes really wrong. We have t

A whole night of fucking torture! Not me. The sucker who decided to sell the formula I created to the Mexicans without our fucking authorization. Of course, which brings me to Pryia CHEATER. Everyone thinks Blake runs the hill, but he died less than two years ago and since then the only one on the front line is his younger brother Olav, or as he prefers to be called, Midnight. The guy was seventeen when he watched his brother being murdered and then had to bury him alone, I don't believe that at that moment he had the audacity to take his place, but that's what happened.

Alexander ordered, his voice cold. The assistant hit autopilot and tapped the keyboard. The code box scrolled, and red tracking paths appeared. “Sir, done,” the assistant passed the tablet back. “Arthur was never the mastermind. Just a disposable mule for the money - laundering network. The real monster? The brother declared dead five years ago. The one who carried her on his shoulders as a child.” Vivienne's hand shook. The gun rubbed against Alexander's chest fabric. In the VIP room, the door burst open as a private doctor rushed in with a medical kit. He dropped to his knees beside Martin and started chest compressions. Then came the flatline.

He didn't seem to remember seeing any of these men last night. "My name is Martin," the man said. "This is my brother, Mike, and this is my son, David." Martin pointed to each one in turn. "This is Martin, my older brother; Mike, my younger brother; and this is David, my son." Damian recognized the names. "Mike and David were in the group I fought yesterday. They were the ones who helped me escape from the trap that they had laid for me." "Did you kill them?" Martin asked.

After my sister-in-law Lydia had my brother Caleb's kidney removed and spent three years draining his blood, he escaped back to our hometown barely alive. He lay on a bed at the clinic, holding my hand tight as he said, "Noah, don't go after them. You can't afford to cross Lydia's family." Three days later, he died in my arms. I buried him on the hillside behind the town, under the old oak tree he had loved to climb as a child. On the seventh day after I buried him, a black Maybach stopped at the edge of town. Lydia got out with a frail man who looked like he could fall over at any time. She stood outside my house's door and looked at me. "Noah, where's your brother? Tell him to come o

"I… I won’t go with you." Before I could respond, she opened the door and rushed out. I returned to my seat in front of Emilia, my thoughts a mess, yesterday’s memory pounding in my head. I muttered suddenly, "Who is Martin?" Emilia froze. "How do you know that name? Did Clara tell you?" I shook my head, denying it. She sighed and started to speak, "He’s Clara’s cousin. He harassed her… almost raped her, but her brother saved her at the last moment."

Right in front of me stood the man from the night, the one who took his time to ruin me in and out even if I could barely recall his name. I thought my heart had already gone through its strain this week, but nothing could have prepared me for what I heard next. “Please meet Ezekiel– my brother,”

I opened my eyes to see a young lady dressed in a blue cloak standing beside another lady with a gray cloak. Which of them had such a strange aura? “Sister,” Martin squealed and ran towards the lady with the blue cloak. He fell into her arms and buried himself in her body. She stood motionless and void of any emotion. I observed her body language and looking at the lady behind her, I knew that Martin would get hurt. “I have missed you sister,” Martin said, relinquishing his pent-up emotions. “Did you know?” She replied. He nodded. “How about Shadowvale?”