The Brothers Jones Once Upon A Time Novels & Stories

As the two friends walked past me, entering the main building of the mansion, I kept a warm smile on my face, feeling a sense of peace and closure. I had rescued Mr. Jones, and the reunion between him and Mrs. Claire sent shivers down everyone's spine, including Olivia and her fiancé, Alex. Their love for each other was the kind I had always dreamed of, but unfortunately, my life had taken a different path. I didn't have a proper upbringing, and I often thought that every child deserved one. As I walked alongside Mr. Jones, who was dressed in a simple white shirt and black trousers, I couldn't help but notice the resemblance to my brother, Lorenzo. Mr. Jones had a good heart, just like Loren

"You've lost your mind." Ethan didn't even look up from the documents in front of him. "Good morning to you too." "Don't." Evan snapped. "Don't sit there pretending this is business." And then Ethan looked up. "It is business." "Bullshit." Evan replied and the brothers stared at each other. For years, Ethan had been the one cleaning up Evan's mistakes. For years, Evan had pushed boundaries knowing his brother would fix the consequences. Ethan closed the file in front of him. "Sit down."

BROTHERS AT WAR ( Love conquers) Chapter one ~ FLASHBACK~ 16 years old Logan and Landon were playing in the basketball court happily. Logan was more happy cos he was playing as a team with his brother against another. The school and everyone knew these twins to be inseparable... but yes they've got haters not just for being the most popular student but being the most wealthiest. Their parents happens to be influential and a successful multinational company CEO and both children know how much they get each month for allowance.

He felt like crying but he did his best to hold them back. “It’s only Saturday, we have a month in New York for our vacation, don’t we?,” replied Williams. “We’ll search until our toes bleed till we find him okay?”. Jedi finally cracked a small smile and leaned up to hug his brother even more. It wasn’t often that they got chances to be alone always getting held up by their different classes and schedules, they barely even had time to talk together while they were on campus. They didn’t want to reveal that they were brothers although students on campus knew for a fact that they were indeed close but that was where it ended, nobody thought of them being siblings because of how contrasted thei

After the brothers chatted for a while longer, Kevin left. Meanwhile, at the Joneses' residence... The family lived in a five-story self-built house located on a main street. The first floor was a storefront, which the family did not rent out but used themselves to run a small clinic. People in the neighborhood with minor ailments like headaches or fevers would come to the clinic for treatment.

I always assumed I’d end up back here someday. “Didn’t think so. I’ve been doing business in Newport the last few months and have stopped in here every now and then. If you’d been in here before, I’d remember it.” I force a smile and shift my eyes to the bar. All I need to do is look at one of my brothers for them to come running, shove a fist in this guy’s face and kick him out for life. Three of the four are here tonight, and they all take their roles as big brother seriously. Instead, I grab my drink and fiddle with the straw, wishing I had the power to speed up time and make Jamie walk through the door.

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.

“Don’t judge me Ezekiel, are you sure Ezra is your brother cause from this I can say you both are worlds apart.” Ezekiel was still smiling, pulled my hands and held it close to his. “We are step brothers—” The moment the words dropped, I paused and stared back at him. “What do you mean, step brothers?” I whispered. Just then, Ezekiel was already ringing up the front door. “I think you should keep your voice down..” “What? I'm not even shouting.” Just then the large door in front of us opened up. First of all, I was attracted to the squeaky clean floors and the large stairs.

How had Vladislav Darvin, a wealthy heir, managed to sink this low at twenty-six? “Where are you headed in weather like this?” Stas called from behind him. Despite being grown men with substantial financial independence, the brothers still lived together in their parents’ house. It was their sanctuary, their private refuge. Neither of them brought their mistresses there, preserving it as the last untouched corner of their otherwise gray, joyless lives. “Weren’t you planning to hit the club again tonight?” Vlad asked, arching a brow as he slipped on his shoes. “Not in the mood. Figured I’d spend the evening alone. What about you—off to see your future bride?”

“Not going to look?” “No.” After a while, he leaned closer, lowering his voice so it barely cut through the music. “You know I’m here, right? We are going to find the killer.” I glanced at him. “We are brothers,” he added. “Even when you don’t say it out loud.” I looked back at my drink. “I know.” The night dragged on, heavy and slow. My anger didn’t explode. It didn’t disappear either. It just sat quietly beside me, like a reminder.