Ronaldos Brother Novels & Stories

Ronald took a deep drag, tilting his head to ask Elton, "You're her brother, right?" Elton nodded, "A brother in name, no blood relation." Ronald smirked with a cigarette in his mouth, "If it's just in name, then it's legally recognized. In the eyes of the law and public morals, you are siblings. What are you trying to convey by giving her these flowers?"

"What made it worse is the fact that Leo is my blood." A shocked look passed across all our faces, "Leo's your brother?" I asked. "Half-brother, actually, just like Ivan and Javier here." "Thought Uncle Harold was your only sibling,?" Javier asked. "Yeah, why have we not heard that Leo is our uncle until now?" Ivan queried too.

Gregory knew absolutely nothing about my mom’s family or my real father. “Susan Lombardi was daughter of Harold Lombardi, capo for Benny Santini. Her brother, Tilly’s uncle, is Vinny Lombardi, current capo for Lorenzo Santini.” Danny paused, nodding towards the man standing next to him. “In case you didn’t realize it, Gregory, the man standing next to me is Vinny Lombardi.”

Who cares? “I don’t care, you’ve always been mine,” I growled, shifting a bit closer to her. She removes her hand away from mine, “I care.” “There you are , Lucas. I’ve been looking for you, your brother gave me a hint of your location. We have a few things to discuss,” Enzo taps my shoulder. My brother! Asshole. I guess this was his last-ditch effort to avoid creating a scene in front our guest. “After you,” I raised my hand.

You could ask me if I’m in love with my brother’s best friend and I would tell you with a straight face absolutely fucking not. Kane Wilder is my brother Landon’s best friend, a.k.a a pain in my fucking ass. I met him for the first time when I was six.

I needed to let someone know before I go crazy. "He's Anabel's brother, Maya," I finally said, breaking into tears. Maya's eyes went wide. "Wait. What? The guy from the bar is Anabel’s brother? Your Anabel?" "Yes, my Anabel." I dropped my head into my hands. Maya leaned back slowly. “Oh... Wow.” “Yeah,” I said, letting out a bitter laugh. Maya stayed quiet, letting it sink in. “So… Anabel doesn’t know?” Maya asked.

"But I hope we do, talk about it." His voice was calm and honest. My stomach immediately flipped. Chris looked between us. Oliver made a strange choking sound. "OH MY GOD." "There he goes again," Ronaldo muttered. "Oh my God, This is so weird ." "Please stop exaggerating" Ronaldo said rolling his eyes "I can't." "Why?" Ronaldo asked. "Because we're basically brothers." Ronaldo immediately smacked Chris on the back of the head. Chris yelped"What was that for?" “I'm trying to beat sense into you, so you beat sense into Oliver" he said before raising his hand again.

Ronald didn’t answer, but the tightening in his jaw was enough. Connor’s smile widened. “See? I can already tell. We’re gonna bond just fine.” “You don’t get it yet, but-” he began to say, but Ronald cut him off. “Connor, or whatever the hell you’re called. There’s no we. Or us. We are not fucking brothers.” His voice was sharp and final. “I want nothing to do with you. Just crawl back to whatever den you came out of.” Without another word, Ronald turned and walked away.

Then the unmistakable rhythmic creak of a bedframe. My face went nuclear. Noah and Lena. Obviously. They’d been “showering” for like forty-five minutes. I froze, plate halfway to the table, mortified on behalf of everyone involved. Ethan noticed immediately. He turned down the heat on the stove, wiped his hands on the dish towel, and cocked his head toward the ceiling. “Sounds like your brother’s putting in work,” he said, deadpan. “Shut up,” I hissed, cheeks burning so hot I could have cooked the pasta on them.

He wipes a tear with his finger and I roll my eyes. Drama king. "I know most of you think I hate my brother," he continues , "but I don't. Infact, my fight with him at my engagement party was because of her." I frown. Where is this headed? He stares into the camera, "Sara Jane is a manipulative liar and schemer and today I come out to free myself from her treacherous web and also pull the wool from my brother's eyes. Today," He pauses. "I come out to say that she," his eyes bores into the camera, peering at me like he was there with me in the room.