Roman Reigns Brother Novels & Stories

Is there any possibility this really could be my brother? “What makes you think this is the King’s brother?” Serena asked, rather impatiently. “His Majesty’s family isn’t the only royal family in the world, the wolf boy could have been from another country.” Jacques shrugged. He wasn’t wrong, there were numerous royal families dotted around the globe. I only ruled over the UK and it wasn’t as if the fae war only affected us, it was universal. “Don’t you think the injuries make sense though?” Roman pondered.

He snarled at me giving Ryan a side glance before clearing his throat. " Father why don't you have a taste of this?" Father said wrapping the breast of an owl in a green leaf, he stood up and walked across the table with a smile, but he got a dangerous glare in return " l still don't know if you are really my child, you should have died instead of your brother." Welt replied coldly making father's signature smile disappear and he went back with a flushed face, this wasn't the first time Welt has made this statement to our hearing, no matter how hard father tried to please him to Welt, Rodolfo was never and will never be as good as his twin brother Raymond Donovan who died mysteriously on the

Aurelian snapped, and it was like something snapped in Kion; his eyes were red. “No, Aurelian. You got it all wrong. Yes, I was a rebel because that was the only way to get father’s attention. Father never loved me; it was all Williams because he was older than me and more powerful. I was young, I was growing, and I was going to get there if only father cared for me and paid attention to me. Then I found out that my father wanted to give the crown to William. I confronted him, and he told me William was his son. He killed his brother and impregnated his brother’s wife because they were supposed to get married, but their father had betrothed his brother to his lover. William was our brother;

"It's just history" "It's not just history Mistress, it's more than that. Who do you think is the brother of King Alastair?" She asked. Skylar frowned. Shailyn stood up from the bed. "Exactly! How do you think King Caesar got the throne?" "King Caesar is the brother of King Alastair?"

"Everything Marcus has spent his whole life trying to keep from me." There it was. The real motivation. Cassie watched his jaw tighten and watched the flash of something raw cross his face before he locked it down. This wasn't about Cassie at all. Whatever history existed between these brothers, it wasn't just sibling rivalry. It was blood and betrayal and years of something that had carved itself deep. There was an ugly history between the golden child and the black sheep. "I'm not going to be a weapon in your family drama," Cassie said. "You already are," Dom countered. "Marcus made you one the second he chose your engagement party as his stage. The only question is whether you let him win

Elara liked that more than she wanted to admit. She took notes carefully, though she couldn’t have said later what exactly she was writing. Her attention kept drifting, not to his mouth, not to his hands, but to his face. The lines of it. The structure. The way his expressions moved like he was used to being observed. And then, without warning, a thought slipped into her mind so cleanly it startled her. He looks like my brother. The realization didn’t land like a shock. It settled…heavy, uneasy. She blinked and pushed it away immediately.

Ava gave it to her, and Isabella saved it. "One more thing," Ava said. "The man in my house. Do you know who he is?" Isabella hesitated, then nodded slowly. "I heard Thomas mention a name once. Damian." The world tilted. "Damian," Ava repeated, her voice hollow. "Roman's brother." "Roman has a brother?" "A twin brother. He disappeared twelve years ago. We thought he was dead." Ava felt sick. "It's his own brother. His twin is pretending to be him."

Lucien Before I knew I had dropped the sword, it had slid from my grasp, Ronan. My own brother. Ronan attempted to murder me. The same individual who conspired with me to murder John. Together, we were meant to rule. He was just a freaking piece of crap who was backstabbing, Ronan. With each blow sounding more forceful than the last, the name reverberated in my brain like a recurring rhythm. I fixed my gaze on the training post before me.

"The king, your brother... he has not led the kingdom well. The people grow restless. There are whispers of his weakness. And worse still... your father’s health is failing. He is dying." The words hit like a blow to the chest, and Lowell’s fist clenched, the muscles in his arm tightening with barely contained rage. His breath came in sharp, heavy inhales, the anger rising inside him. The name of his brother echoed in his mind—Karl. His younger sibling, who had once been a boy he protected, now sat on the throne that should have been his own. A throne stolen through treachery, lies, and betrayal.

"Raphael." "It must be nice seeing me again." The man shrugged, "At least I think so. My dear foolish brother." Raphael was Rhydian's older brother, the one who had been cast out by their father. They were of the same father but different mothers, and Raphael had never once hidden the fact that he hated Rhydian so much. He had been after life and well-being right from childhood He pushed him into the water when their parents were looking.