Novel & Cerita Roman Reigns Brother

Rai stood by the doorway, arms crossed, watching me like I was a puzzle he couldn’t quite solve. “You don’t look surprised,” he finally said. “Two days, and your brother’s still gone. Yet you sit there like you expected it.” I leaned back in the chair, swirling the amber liquid in my glass. “Maybe I did. Maybe I stopped expecting surprises a long time ago.” Rai raised a brow. “People are saying you don’t care. That blood should run thicker than water.” “Blood,” I said slowly, “is only thick when you haven’t seen it spilled.”

I ventured. "Well, I believe your uncle had a hand in it. Rufus. He's my younger brother, but he feels so saddened that I have been given the throne instead of him." "But you're his older brother," I said. "I am. But when it comes to royalty, we Lycans don't consider age. I assume you've met your stepbrother and his mother?" "I have." "And did he make any claim?" "He did." "Certainly. As heir. Even though he's seen you already and knows that you're older. But like I was saying, you somehow disappeared from us one night. And since then, I have been searching."

Olivia seemed excited “I told you me and Brian are best friends, right! So we’re growing up together and among five of us, me, Brian, Kevin, Mark and Ryan, Brian is the only one who didn’t play, but just dated one person, she is Rosie. They’re in a long term relationship until she felt bored and cheated on him with me.” “No way!” Olivia was surprised

She shook her head negatively, and said the one he never thought would come out of her mouth at that moment, “Tell me about yourself, Roman.” He raised an eyebrow at her, “It’s 3 am.” “We’re both awake though,” she retorted, winking at him. Roman contemplated telling her to just go to sleep, but ended up telling her a little bit about his past instead. “My father was the most powerful man in the city, and I was proud to be his only son… Up till I realized I was just the only legitimate son he had. I had two other siblings.” Her eyes widened at the revelation, and she didn’t fail to ask, “Where are they now?”

It's Liam's brother. Caius.

"You ever have any ideas who the leader of this brotherhood might be?" I paused for a moment, going over his words. "I don't fùcking care who he is. All I know is that he's going to beg for his own death soon enough." A humorless smile stretched across his lips and he walked over to the chair opposite my desk, taking a seat. "Romano, I know you love Calista." His voice was low, cautious. I arched my brow at him. "And?" He leaned back and sighed deeply. "I've heard plenty of rumours about the brotherhood since you called. Never once have I heard of them being defeated."

Aurelio asked him. “Your colleagues here said you were on a phone call earlier and you looked so worried. That’s why I called you here to hear from you” Aurelio replied. Rolph looked at them firstly before he turned to Aurelio with a smile. “Everything is sir, was talking with my brother…” he replied “Brother? I thought you were the only son?” Aurelio replied and raised his brows at him. “Yes I am, I meant my cousin brother Sir.” “oh what happened to him” he replied and faked a smile.

The guards outside bowed quickly, their heads low, announcing in unison, “Your Highness, Prince Finnian has arrived.” I didn’t wait for permission to enter. I pushed the doors open. The noise of the elders stopped instantly, like my presence cut the air in half. I strode forward, cold and steady, ignoring the eyes that burned holes into me. They wanted me to fail, they always had. Few of these old wolves liked me, and the rest would dance at my downfall. At the far end sat my brother, our King... on his throne. He looked every bit the ruler, thick-voiced, ruthless, with power resting on his shoulders like a second skin.

"Uncle Drogo... I am aware that you must be disheartened that the throne is with Rafael now and not your son but don't worry, I'll make sure that you are taken good care of." Marona realised that Drogo is Leonardo's brother. She has only heard about the name but didn't know who he was. Drogo chuckled mockingly. "How? Rafael has all the power now... Who are you?" He patted Mikhail's chest and fixed his jacket. "If I would have been in your place then I would have taken the throne... Rafael is not a suitable candidate." Mikhail smirked and removed his hands from his jacket. "You really think Rafael is not the one, Uncle?"

While he played king, my desires were far more focused – I wanted Roman broken. Uterly broken! I wanted him humiliated, brought to his knees, begging for mercy that I would never grant. And that human bitch, Mirabelle? She’d watch it all unfold before meeting the same fate. Roman had dared to choose her over me. For that, he would suffer. "Something troubling you sister?" Lucien's voice came from behind me, low and cold. His sudden presence startled me though I masked it quickly. My brother had always been like that – a shadow, silent and ever-watchful. He moved closer, his scarred face twisted into a cruel smile.