The Brothers Karamazov Novels & Stories

"You're about to walk into a room full of people who know exactly who you are and who you're married to, and they're going to look at you a certain way. You shouldn't have to do that alone." I stared at him. "That's unexpectedly thoughtful." "You keep expecting me to be different than I am." "You'll have to forgive me. The last man I trusted turned out to be in bed with my sister." Something moved through his expression, quick and sharp. "Stepsister," he said, and the echo of Isabella's own correction turned it into something dry and dark. Despite everything, I almost laughed.

The Ford brothers are a curse! I exhale sharply and rub my temple. “I’m tired. I don’t feel like eating.” His smile fades. He walks toward me. “Are you okay?” I shove him back. “Leave me alone.” He stares at me, stunned. “What’s wrong, Sara? Talk to me.” Something snaps. “I’m tired!” I shout. “Tired of you! Your stupid brother! Jason! Khlan! All of it! I just want to go home and have some peace!”

BLURB “Why are you everywhere? Why do you appear all around me?” I asked in an almost inaudible voice filled with frustration and weakness “Do I still have to answer that?” He smirked. “Fine, it's simple. You're mine, and I don't plan on letting you go or even sharing you." *** Elena Carter felt heartbroken after finding out her best friend and ex-fiance were having an affair. They called her a liability as she had been with their support after her graduation and her failed attempts to secure a job for over a year. In desperation to avoid the pain that pierced through her heart like a saber, she went to a club where she had a one night stand with someone who turn

His words landed like shards of glass. Alexander Westwood. The eldest son. Disciplined, ruthless, calculated. A man who commanded boardrooms with a single look and never wasted words he didn’t mean. Where Ethan was warmth and fire, Alexander was shadow and steel. The one who looked at me as though I were an inconvenience he had to endure. He wasn’t just cold. He was winter itself. And now he was waiting at the altar. “I need a moment,” I whispered hoarsely. Richard gave a curt nod and left.

He had called me mean and said that I was pinning the blame on Tommy, who was only three years old. But now, that same three-year-old showed not a trace of fear or sadness as he stood before his own brother's charred corpse. Instead, he complained that his toy was broken.

Felicia said while smiling slyly " That's so cruel, Felicia! Why do you derive joy from tormenting others?" Lila burst out in anger " You should know better by now, Felicia. Karma has a way of catching up with people like you." Sarah added whole looking at her friends with a disapproving eyes wondering when he friend turned to someone filled with so much wickedness

he ordered, already heading out. “I'm going to get my wife.” ⚛••°⚛••°⚛ “Mikhail will train you today,” Alexei announced with a smug look painted across his face. Isabelle let her eyes take in Mikhail Antonov, one of Alexei’s four brothers whom she had been opportuned to meet. He was different from Alexei, if not scarier. He hardly spoke but when he did, it was either threatening words or descriptions on how he butchered one of his victims.

he stared directly into my eyes for a moment as he stopped talking and I nodded my head in agreement. "I code, bro. It'll be done." What went through my mind was the betrayal amongst brothers, what could have gone wrong? And at what point does a man decide that killing his brother is the only way. The story of the Gloomy Brothers was an inspiring tale of brotherhood, their parents were beggars but they came up together and became the most powerful gang in Harmony City during their time. But that story that we heard while growing up, that story of brotherly love and mutual respect, it was coming to an end with the pull of a trigger, and we the Badurs were going to be a part of it. What concer

He just pulled out of the parking area and drove through the city. We eventually stopped at a quieter street and he cut the engine. A few people were walking and only one shop still had its lights on across the road. “Friday,” he said. “Yes,” I responded. He was quiet. “I’m not going to pretend it didn’t happen,” he said. I didn’t respond. “And I’m not going to behave as if it was a mistake,” he said. His words were quiet and measured. But his usual composure was missing underneath. “But I need you to know that I know what it means,” he said, finally looking at me. “Where we are. What this building is and what my brother and father are watching for.”

’ [Little brother, have you come to taste the little Bratva whore? Alessandro looked at his brother, ‘Perché? Perché l'hai presa e perché non me l'hai detto?’ [Why? Why did you take her and why didn’t you tell me?] ‘Lei è la moglie del Bratva Pakhan è stata una buona occasione da perdere ed è così fottutamente caldo, vincere, vincere fratellino e non sei stato informato perché non sei mafia non ti riguardava’ [She’s the wife of the Bratva Pakhan it was to good an opportunity to miss and she is so fucking hot, win, win little brother and you were not informed because you are not Mafia it did not concern you]