The Brothers Karamazov Novels & Stories

Liam waited in the courtyard. He stood alone, no servants, no guards, just a single figure in the gray morning light. His face was ravaged by dark circles under his eyes, his clothes rumpled, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. When he saw Kaelan approach, something flickered across his expression. Pain. Rage. Love. Loss. All of it, tangled together. Kaelan stopped ten feet away. Close enough to see, far enough to survive. "Liam." "Don't." His brother's voice was raw, scraped clean of pretense. "Don't say my name like you have any right to it."

“No offense, bestie, you are the best.” “Oh girl, I know,” she smirked, shrugged her shoulders, raised her nails, examined them, and then aimed her gaze towards my brother. “You need to listen to what your sister is telling you before you lose her.” Damn alcohol really makes someone appear brave. I would have never been able to tell my brother all of that if I were sober. But I don't regret it. He needed to understand what he was doing to me and how his actions were causing me to feel about myself.

And vaguely familiar in a way that made my stomach turn over. Then he stepped under the chandelier, and the light hit his face. The sharp jaw. The scar cutting through his left eyebrow. Those cold, flat green eyes scanning the room like he owned every person in it. My champagne glass nearly slipped from my hand. "No." "What?" Holly leaned in, smelling blood. "That's Liam." The name tasted like battery acid. "That's my brother." Holly blinked. "Your brother? The one in Europe? The disaster?" "He's not supposed to be here." My voice came out strangled. "He's supposed to be gone. I thought mother paid him to stay gone."

Liam walked closer to him angrily and was about to detach her away from Emiliano but this time Alejandro pointed his gun at Liam. Cristina also came closer in anticipation and it was looking all melodramatic. Mikhail also gritted his teeth watching Emiliano's actions and pushed his gun more to his forehead scaring Rooh and Vanessa because the brothers' eyes held madness too like they will kill everyone here if anyone will stop them from taking their wife. "Mikhail stop it. They are your son in laws." Rooh tried to knock some senses into Mikhail's brain. "I don't consider them as my son in laws. My princess don't deserve these sick monsters." Mikhail spat venomously and his statement twisted

(Dante's POV) The atmosphere in the Blackwood mansion was suffocating. Don Salvatore Blackwood sat in his high-backed chair, his face a mask of cold fury. At fifty-eight, he'd seen it all, but he never imagined his own sons would bring such shame upon the family. Across the long table, Dante’s older brother, Vincent, scowled at a stack of newspapers. Every front page was a variation of the same story. "Chicago Mob Family Implicated in Bullying Scandal."

DARE'S POV The rain hammered the windshield as my driver navigated the winding roads toward Finn’s secluded townhouse on the outskirts of London. My blood still boiled from the confrontation in my father’s study. Victor’s threats echoed like a death knell— send her away—and Julian’s smug face haunted every shadow. I needed clarity, strategy, and someone who understood the machine I was trapped in without being another cog in Victor’s wheel. Finn Carlisle had been that someone since Spain. My right hand. My brother in arms through the darkest deals and sleepless nights. He opened the door before I could knock, his sharp eyes reading my expression instantly.

"Lorenzo... I’ve been hit by a car... right where you dropped me off... I think it’s the Russians..." Lorenzo’s impatient voice crackled through the speaker, accompanied by the sound of the ocean breeze. It was a death sentence. "Elena! Why do you keep forcing me to choose? With a lie this pathetic?" "Do you have any idea how much you look like a sickening clown right now, desperate for attention?" The call went dead. When I tried to redial, his phone was already turned off. Through my blurred vision, I saw several tattooed men jump out of the van. I recognized the ink—stars on the knees. They were Bratva. The rival Ivanov family.

After my sister-in-law Lydia had my brother Caleb's kidney removed and spent three years draining his blood, he escaped back to our hometown barely alive. He lay on a bed at the clinic, holding my hand tight as he said, "Noah, don't go after them. You can't afford to cross Lydia's family." Three days later, he died in my arms. I buried him on the hillside behind the town, under the old oak tree he had loved to climb as a child. On the seventh day after I buried him, a black Maybach stopped at the edge of town. Lydia got out with a frail man who looked like he could fall over at any time. She stood outside my house's door and looked at me. "Noah, where's your brother? Tell him to come o

“This is my current home address here in London and below that is my phone number. Since you already have your phone back, you can just call me or go straight to this address whenever you want to meet or need something.” Levana took the paper and thanked him. She had a feeling she would eventually need his help one day even though she still wasn’t quite sure what for. “By the way, Levana, there is one thing I want to discuss with you.” Edmund’s expression turned serious. “What is it, brother?” She tilted her head in curiosity. “Those two men who helped you, the brothers, their names are Kilian and Maximus, right?” He asked. Levana nodded, confirming it.

Two Brothers. One Soulmate . Chapter 15: escalating... elevating problems . “Imagine my surprise to find five messages on my phone this morning informing me that my good for nothing son is in the hospital,” The man sneered. A shiver ran down Luca’s spine and he grabbed the back of Jedidiah’s shirt tightly causing the boy to look at him. “G-get o-out,” He stuttered, eyes wide in horror at his father. Even with his soulmates and their friends here he was still terrified. The boys, seeing his fear sprang into action immediately.