Tale Of The Three Brothers Novels & Stories

my big brother sighed, annoyed. Miley, the girl who was currently occupying my brother's lap, laughed and covered her mouth with her one hand and the other grabbing onto his shoulder to keep from falling off his lap. She has been following my brother around, hoping to catch his attention, and now that she finally is getting it, she thinks she won the lottery. I got sad news for her. She is giving a bone to the wrong dog. He won't stay with her. He never stays with any of them.

I walked around the frozen Mateo and left without looking back. Mateo stood there as the biting wind tore through his already disheveled hair. He had never felt such bone-chilling cold before, not even during the heavy snow three years ago. … Third-Person Point-of-View Mateo's spirit finally broke, with the company on the brink of collapse due to a massive capital shortfall. He spiraled into a deep depression, losing all his former drive. He became a recluse, sealing himself inside his room and attempting to numb the agonizing pain with bottle after bottle of liquor.

My life started to play in my mind like a movie as I remembered the beatings I suffered for the trouble Joe caused, and the permanent look of disgust my mother had for me. … I smiled bitterly. I could no longer make another sound. This was probably the last time I would be used as educational material to discipline my brother. Just as I was about to close my eyes, a loud voice pulled me back to consciousness. "What are you doing?! Are you trying to destroy this place?" It was the voice of the escape room owner, who had rushed downstairs to check on the situation. Joe felt a surge of hope as he quickly grabbed onto the man. "Sir, my sister has been locked up inside the coffin. Please save her

Isabella’s eyes welled up immediately, her tears falling like broken pearls. "It’s all my fault. Elena must be angry with me. She blames me for taking up your time last night..." Dante, the third brother and the family’s most hot-headed enforcer, gently patted Isabella’s back. "It’s not your fault. Elena is just being a brat." Dante turned, roaring at Luca and Lorenzo: "We’ve spoiled her too much! We’ve let her forget her place. This is a family alliance, a merger between two dynasties, and she just disappears?"

Elena thanked the guy who came to accompany her and helped her with her accommodation for when she decides to stay in school but she did say she would be coming from home since its not that far for her but he also had about three guys following him as he helped her " it's nothing really, you are family and I already promised your Dad that I would watch over you so it's no big deal" " if you ever have any problems on campus just look for me and my gang we would gladly help you trash anyone who mess with you".. Brandon said as he introduce his small gang to Elena In which she shook there hands and exchange a few words with them, she parted ways with him and made her way for her first lecture,

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.”

The minute I stand in front of them, all the air is whooshed out of my lungs. One of them smells like sage, another smells like citrus and the last one smells like mulled wine. All their scents mingle together so beautifully, it’s hard not to want to smell the air again. “Strip”, the third brother orders, the one with the blue eyes, dark hair at the roots and strikingly ash blonde hair at the edges. “Let’s see if you are worth not killing everyone for”, the chocolate-haired brother adds. “No. Take me anywhere you want but I’m not going to strip in front of my family, in front of all of them”, I bark.

Yoran became the new Alpha by slaying his own father and his brothers, and he was a savage who loved to feast on human flesh. Just the thought left me quietly taking a few steps back away from him, but before I steadied myself, he caught my bare shoulders.

Their faces were almost identical: sharp jaw, narrow-edged dilated pupils, long black beard and shaggy hair tied in different styles. "Hehehe... brother, look. Three beauties stumbling upon our territory," the one holding the flute giddily stated. Zillah narrowed her eyes. She only read about them in the books of traitors at the Krystalline Academy. "The Lou Brothers of the Olaire Tribe," she spouted with disgust. She knew that the Olaire Tribe seemed clean on their record with only these three brothers branded as traitors. But she was not sure herself. She had no proofs but...

They were forming a pattern I hadn't seen before—a pattern of a Third King. "Elias said there were only two brothers," I whispered. "Elias lied," Kaelen said, stepping forward. He was holding the High Shield, which was now glowing with a dark, metallic gold. "There was a third brother. The one who didn't choose the Light or the Void. The one who chose the Iron." The journey had reached its 150th milestone. The sickness was gone, but the world was about to meet the brother who had been waiting for the "Truth" to be told.