Sturniolo Brothers Novels & Stories

“The Sartori family only had one heir, Stefano, and thanks to him, Don doesn't have any grandchildren to try to fill the chair in a few years. “That makes room for the second-largest family with initiated heirs to try to fill the vacancy... Frank once again followed my line of reasoning acting as a perfect right arm, making My sister alternate her eyes between us trying to assimilate what we said. — In the family we keep our friends close and our enemies even closer, the greatest beneficiaries of Stefano's death would be the De Angelis brothers. – I watched some addicts in the alley rushing to consume their drugs –We, the Costellos, would have nothing to gain from his death and our death, it

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

I should do something to save myself from these bastards. Thinking thoroughly it hits my blub. I force myself to remove my wrist from Sherman's hard grip and bend and give him a hard bite on his hand. I could taste his flesh sour and salt. The dirt was all dirty. Feeling disgusted while Sherman yells I spit the taste out of my mouth. Sherman's hold losses and his anger surge to the topmost point his face turning red. "How dare you bitch!". The Greek guy elbows harder on Lucus's stomach and grabs the chance to kick his balls when Lucus loosens his grip shouting and crying out of pain.

He would stay single for his whole life. "Just shut the fuck up and concentrate on the mission Ry. It's not that we are out here for fun. Ofcourse it is fun killing this old hag. And he is the final piece. The end of this vengeance" Rowan retaliated at his brother. Rowan Ferrari and Ryan Ferrari the handsome brothers like what the girls say are not twins but are in the same year. On e born in the starting of the year and one at the end.

Inside, the conversation was lively. The one talking the most? None other than his sixth brother. Cromwell the star: Hey, brothers! Stop playing dead! Look at how our rivals are slandering me—do you guys have no shame?!

He had a silver hoop pierced in his left eyebrow, giving him a more bad boy look. "Sorry," I managed, scrambling to retrieve my tablet before he could decide to stomp on it. He looked like he could anyway. He simply hissed, then pulled the study door open and disappeared inside. I knew from Dante’s file that he had two younger brothers, Rocco and Lorenzo. But I didn't know who this aggressive, sharp tongued one was out of the two. My jaw tightened as I gripped the tab firmly. “Nothing good could ever come out of the Giordano family. They were all cut from the same cruel cloth.” I hissed.

Albert dragged the trembling boy along with him leaving Fenrir on Damien's mercy. "Hmm... I heard that you like to see your men fucking those innocent young boys?" Damien asked holding his chin. "Whatever you do Damien, I am not afraid of you." Fenrir snorted. "Call 'Brothers' and tell them to fuck him until he is left with no sperm." Damien instructed and left for his office. 'Brothers' was a group of 5 Italian mafia men. They were built with heavy muscles and had ugly appearance with curly hair and dragon tattoos all over their body. They were famous to be ruthless in their job and were bisexual.

More than anything, Carlo wanted his sister to leave a man who was a danger to both her and her daughter, Laura. Tragically, Rita was blinded by her love for Bruno. She couldn't see her brother’s concern, viewing his refusal as nothing more than cold-hearted arrogance. Driven by a thirst for revenge, she turned to Alberto, the youngest Bellini sibling. Alberto was as greedy as he was lazy; he had spent his life leeching off Carlo’s hard work rather than earning his own way. Together, they orchestrated a sinister scheme: they arranged a "fatal accident" that claimed the lives of Carlo and his wife. With the "good" brother out of the way, they seized control of the publishing house Carlo had b

Henry said at the same time Milo replied, “Got it.” Both stepped forward. Ella hurriedly stopped them. The two men turned back in unison, each radiating eldest-brother authority, their gazes practically saying: Who isn’t a big brother here? “Then… my second brother…” Ella began—then realized she had two of those as well. Sure enough, Orlando and Caleb both rushed forward at the same time. In the end, Ella declared, “My third brother, Daniel, goes first. Tiesto closes the show. The two Big Brothers and two Second Brothers walk in the middle.”

Sophia told herself she didn’t mind. But she knew she was lying. Especially when it came to them. The Rossi brothers. Marco, Dante, and Luca. Three biological brothers who had somehow ended up in the same maximum-security prison after a violent organized crime case that still made headlines. They were legends in Blackthorn — feared, respected, and untouchable in their own way. Marco (34) was the oldest and the leader, broad-shouldered with cold green eyes and a scar running through his left eyebrow. Dante (31) was quieter, more calculating, with sharp cheekbones and tattoos crawling up his neck. Luca (28) was the youngest and the most unpredictable, with an easy smirk that never quite reache