Ronaldos Brother Novels & Stories

— Ethan, you’re not going to pull a dirty trick on me, you need to get home quickly, everyone is waiting for you, he said in a low but tense voice. A silence of a few seconds. — Everyone? replied a deep voice on the other end of the line. What are you up to, Thomas? — I'm not up to anything! Dinner is ready and we’re just waiting for you, Thomas insisted, a bit annoyed. Then, without giving his brother a chance to reply further, he abruptly hung up. He returned to the living room, his face taut with a nervous smile. His uncle Gérard welcomed him with a pat on the shoulder, immediately sensing the source of his distress.

His gaze met hers for a split second before he quickly looked away, already bracing for the confrontation. His gaze lingered on Ava for a moment before quickly darting away the instant their eyes met. Her striking blue eyes had caught him off guard. “What do you want now, Sophia?” Mason muttered as he tossed the basketball into the hoop. It swooshed cleanly through, and one of the guys snagged it before it could bounce off the court. "You little jerk. Just wait until Mom and Dad hear about this secret party you’re planning for tomorrow while they’re out!" Sophia snapped, jabbing an accusing finger at her brother, who looked completely unfazed.

"Ronald is never a decent person. He was really lucky to be able to marry Natalie who was from a rich and powerful family. It wasn't long since Natalie's passing, yet his mistress and illegitimate daughter are already exposed. Now his mistress is pregnant again? It's clear from this what kind of man he is. What an embarrassment! And now he came to you to complain? He must be joking." "Um... Dad, how did you find out?" "Humph, It's all over the news. Do you think I'm dumb?" Hayden laughed coldly, "Son, William is your younger brother. Although two of you have different mothers, you still share the same father. Why are you ridiculing William for the sake of outsiders? Do you think I'm going to

Madine passed out at the same time. Meanwhile; It was Sunday night but Trenton Hudson hadn't gone home. He sat in his office flipping through some files. The company was to launch new designs and he was going through thousands of samples sent over from the designing team. However, none of the designs match his taste. Something was missing about them. Just when he was flipping through, Ronaldo walked into the office. Ronaldo was Trenton’s uncle and also his doctor and personal assistant. Ronald was the only one that Trenton could trust after the death of his father. He had enemies everywhere.

Oisin and Rhyon stood there looking wholly innocent, as if they weren’t watching us suck face. “Just thought we would remind you that we were still here. You know, just on the off chance you forgot and decided to fuck in the closet.” Rhyon said with a shrug of his shoulder. “Oh trust me little brother, I haven’t forgotten you were around for the last twenty six years. Why would I start now?” Ronan chuckled as he squeezed between his friend and his brother. “Remember,” He said, spinning on his heel and looking at Oisin. “Not a repeat of the engagement party.” He poked him hard in the chest when he said party.

He shifted to Carlos and then back to Alexander, adding, “And we are happy to learn about your friendship, one that is genuine. And as each of your family grows, I pray your friendship remains strong.” “Going back to The Devil,” the host said. “You said one of your brothers? I thought you are an only son, Mister Ronaldo?” “I am,” Carlos acknowledged. “But I have brothers-in-law. My wife, his twin brother and I were childhood friends. My wife’s older brother was someone I looked up to as well.” “I may have left the Wright’s care for years, fought most of my battles alone, but when I came back, nothing changed our relationship. They still considered me as part of their family, all the more, no

Nyra stared at the screen blankly for a few seconds before raising an eyebrow, “Why am I looking at a picture of Professor Moore?” Elara turned her head sharply to her friend, tears pooling in her eyes, “That's my brother” Nyra inhaled loudly, the sound harsh in the quiet of the room, like she’d been punched in the chest. “What the fuck.”

my mom pointed out, giving me a pointed look. Before I could deny my parents' unspoken allegations, Ronald scoffed, “I saw him alright. He was being an ass to Cam, and he made her cry.” “Language, Ronald,” my mom cautioned my younger brother, or should I say, one of them? Technically, Kyle was also my younger brother. “Sorry, Mama. I just don't like what Kyle did earlier today,” Ronald pouted, acting like the mama's boy that he was, even though he would be eleven years old soon.

his father said, and Donald took over the call. "Mr. Fontes, good evening. Sorry to bother you during your downtime. I'm Donald Lancaster," my brother spoke with that businesslike tone I so admired for the competence it conveyed. "Well, well, I'll correct myself - your voice makes it clear you're no longer a boy, but the last time I saw you... well, that was obviously a long time ago." Rick's father seemed to remember another time. "I remember too," my brother commented as if sharing a memory with that man I had never met. After a moment that seemed like recognition between them, my brother began explaining the situation we were in and the plan they had devised to confront our own father.

He brought up Zoey to be such a rude and selfish girl. "Be quiet!" "How can you still have the audacity to blame your sister after everything that had happened?! Don't try to take me for a fool, thinking that I know nothing! If you are continuing to twist the truth, I...I will renounce that I do not have a daughter like you!" Ronald's body was trembling from anger as he uttered the words.