The Brothers Karamazov Novels & Stories

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude. I’m Luca, Damien’s brother.” My mother blinked. “Damien’s brother?” Luca nodded politely. “Yes. I heard about Mr. Valenci, and I just came to check on him. I didn’t want to disturb your rest, so Selena and I spoke out here.” Her brows lifted slightly in surprise. I could see the questions swirling behind her eyes. “Damien never mentioned a brother.” “I’ve been away for quite some time,” Luca said smoothly, not missing a beat. “Business overseas. I recently came back.”

/ I replied. My older brother sighs then looks back up at Dimitri. “Fine, if you insist.” He says, then leans his elbow on the counter. “For the last twelve years, you’ve been under the influence of some sort of demonic parasite. It has influenced your actions, let the enemy know our every move, made you kill, and yes, you’re possibly the one who killed Zofia as well.” The horror on Dimitri’s face cannot be described, but what Kai has said is simply the tip of the iceberg.

I’d tried really hard not to be distracted by his erection pressing into the base of my spine and focused on what he was saying. “A kill?” Another kiss to my neck. “Murder.” I’d grown stiff as a stick in his hands. Not because hearing it was new—I mean, Ronan was my brother—but it was a reminder of the life we’d both been born into. The things he had to do,to go throughto be a verified member of the Bratva. None of theirdealingswere ideal. Heck, their modus operandi wouldhave never passed the test of morality. However, it didn’t make life sound any better.

The answer came immediately, without hesitation. “Not even himself.” The call ended. Dmitry remained motionless, his hand still pressed against the table. He knew Alexei better than any living person. He knew every flaw, every quality, every trigger. And he knew there were only two things capable of making his brother completely lose control: family and Carla. And now they had messed with both at the same time. … The main gate of the Demidov property no longer existed. Neither did the guardhouse. Nor half of the outer wall. Alexei didn’t even remember destroying them. Everything had become a blur since the moment he had felt the distant echo of Carla.

I glared at my brother. "Are you stalking me?" I'm beyond pissed. "Don't flatter yourself brother, It's Zach, he's been snooping around a lot." He pushed a glass towards my direction pouring vodka in his glass before passing it over to me. I pushed the glass back, I'm not going to have a drink with him like we are cool. We are not. "You can't blame him, you killed his sister, your wife," I yelled at him. "Ex and she committed suicide." Oh, I almost forgot the lie.

Ninth Brother said as he tried to move his hand and pull off Suzy’s clothes. “You jerk! Aren’t you afraid of God’s punishment!?” Suzy shouted. “God’s punishment? Hahahaha!” Ninth Brother burst out in laughter. “I, Ninth Brother, am a merciless killer. I don’t believe in God or whatever bullsh*t you have!” “You will be punished! I’ll come back and haunt you!” Suzy bellowed. “If there’s really a God, I would have been punished. I should’ve been punished when I knocked you over with my car, yet here I am, all fine and healthy! And you, you ended up back in my hands after all!” Ninth Brother scoffed.

“YOUR FATHER WANTED TO KILL MY BROTHER!” “YOUR BROTHER IS GETTING POSSESSED BY ZION OF COURSE HE SHOULD BE KILLED! TO END ZION AS WELL!”

He turned first to Hope and then to me, before closing the door behind him and standing there with his hands dangling loosely at his sides. “I’m Dmitri Volkov,” he said. His English was exact, accented, every word carefully chosen. "You know who I am." "I know who you are," I said. “Your husband killed my brother,” he said. "Seven years ago. A territorial dispute that Vivienne Morano manufactured solely to take my family off of a shipping route she wanted for herself. It was my brother who attended the meeting. It was Caelum who made sure he didn’t return.” He said all this without any particular emotion, as if someone was reciting a thing they had repeated many times in private and handled

“Family stuff is never simple. I've spent years trying to figure things out for myself, about my family. To understand my brothers and I still don't know them.” He was staring at Lucas and I could feel there was something serious going on between the two of them. The intensity with which his eyes were fixated on Lucas’ face made me curious about what he meant. Among all the brothers, Caspian and Lucas were the only ones who didn't interact like the others did, except for Ian, of course. “Everyone thinks they are doing the right thing, but most of us don't even know what is right and what is wrong,” I added, trying to fight the sleep clawing its way up my eyes.

The moment the coffin closed above me, I was enveloped in endless darkness. I could hear the metallic lock clanging outside and my mother's icy voice, berating, "Open your eyes and look carefully at what death really is, Joe! Let’s see if you’ll talk about death so lightly in the future." My big brother, Joe Hastings, slammed the coffin frantically. "Let Janine out, Mom! She has asthma. Let her out and we can talk things out."