Sturniolo Brothers Novels & Stories

THE COLLIN BROTHERS; Two most prominent business entrepreneurs in the entirety of Chicago. Xavier Collin and Hardy Collin; twins, but not identical. Xavier Collin, a brunette-haired man, endowed with the rarest fierce eyes, tall with a very antagonistic character. Also the owner of Fredo's inc. A fashion company. Hardy Collin on the other hand was way distinct from Xavier. With the way they acted publicly, it was easy to pinpoint that Hardy was the cheerful one, also more indulgent to work with. He owned an automobile company; RNV.

“No, I won't do such creepy shit— I just know things.” “Anyways— I would call you the crazy one here,” he added, “For leaving your father's company in the hands of a man like Ezra while you stay home playing little house wives.” I took in a deep breath trying to digest what he had just said before blurting out my own opinion. “Ezra is–” “A liar,” he said, immediately cutting me off. “And a cheater, and you know it.” My jaw tightened as I stared back at him. “How dare you say such things about your own brother–And how would you know anything about my marriage?”

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.

"Talking to Silk and Carolina?" Montclair Senior's interest grew. He followed his son's line of vision. His father's expression grew dark. "Fuck." "What?" He didn't like how his father said that. "Those three are the Garbon brothers. Stephano, Luciano, and Lorenzo. They are our competition. I didn't know Monzoon invited them tonight. If he did, what a dick." He smirked. "I'm going to go get her," Geo announced. "No. Son, let her enjoy the party."

So, they call me brother. Ishaan and Jagat are my next younger brothers and Aadhvi(Baby girl), and Chhaya(princess) are my sisters. They are twins. After we had triplets, it was Ishaan and Jagat, my uncle's kids, and they were born as twins. They are the most loved and pampered ones at home. We all 5 brothers love those two too much. If some new people see us they will be shocked to hear that we all are not from the same mother. What if we are not from the same mother we all are family and our two mothers never treated us separately? So, we don't like to be called cousins. We get angry even if someone says that. They all love me and until I wake up and go to them they won't get out of bed. M

Oh my God! I gasped as Haroon was the eldest brother of Zaroon Durani. He was known as the rapist and people used to hide their daughters from him. He was twelve years older than Zaroon as he was from the second mother. They were three brothers and now only one is left. I didn’t want to think about how the second one got killed that would hurt me in return. “So didn’t the Duranis hurt them in return?” I asked as how was it possible that after killing one of the sons of Duranis Abroo Babar was just taking coffee with me today in a fancy restaurant.

Niko said. "The Brunos, fuck 'em, they're four brothers. Santino, Piero, Georgio—gone. Emilio's the punk-ass who orchestrated the attack at Marco's wedding, the youngest of the bunch. And now he's hiding behind his goons like the little bitch he is. Taking him down? Piece of cake. The bastard's got shit for brains, ain't gonna be hard to outsmart him. As for their muscle, they're running thin. Used to have one hundred and fifty families at their beck and call, but after the shit we've pulled off lately, they're down to maybe a hundred tops," Scott explained.

the priest wasn't able to finish his statement. “Make it snappy.” Rollins snapped at him. “And yes, I do.” he responded, wasn't staring at me, rather at the opened window. I felt bad for him at that moment, though everyone stared at him disappointedly but I thought he was just embarrassed? The priest went on. “Do you Audrey Sanchez take Rollins Fane as your husband?” “Yes, I do.” I responded, glaring at Rollins. We felt the same way, being mad about this relationship for different reasons. I was mad at Jayden, for hiding his brother's condition away from me.

Because then he looked at his brother but his eyes, didn't stay long at his brother, because next with scrutinizing gaze he was looking at my hands in Luciano's. "Stefano..." Luciano called again but little did his calls do anything, from taking attention from our joined hands. I rolled my eyes. These men and their jealousy and the fact that they won't ever accept that they get jealous. " Seriously!!! I am talking about something important brother. " Luciano was exasperated when he saw where his brother's attention was and left my hand. Stefano looked at his brother, raising his brow, " What happened?" he asked.

He pressed one of my fingers to his lips, then slid it into his mouth—slow, deliberate—sucking once while his silver eyes held mine. “That’s Vincenzo…” he murmured around my finger, nodding toward the tallest one at the foot of the bed. “Our elder brother. The one who gives the orders.” He released my finger with a soft pop, then pointed at Lorenzo. “This one… is the youngest. The troublemaker.” Lorenzo flashed a wicked grin. Valentino’s gaze slid back to me, voice dropping lower. “And I… am the middle brother.” He guided my wet finger back to my own lips, brushing it there like a secret. “Can you remember who is who now?”