Novel & Cerita The Brothers Karamazov

The next don of Russian Mafia; Vlad Kozlov - 19 ---------- This book is actually based on my very own imagination. This story contains violence and abusive language. Hate, blood and much more. Viewers below 18, proceed with care. I know there too many characters to remember that's why I wrote this chapter. But there are also several other characters that are gonna be introduced side by side. These are the very main ones you'll have to know. Since you guys are loving my story 'Stepbrothers' so I thought why not to make another one but with a twist, ofcourse.

-=Ang's Point of View=- I rushed out of the house with my heart hammering from the adrenaline I felt since, for the first time, I was free to love Miranda without guilt, which may haunt me because Miranda is my brother's wife, only to find out that their wedding wasn't real. To be honest, what I discovered about Anthony continues to surprise me. I assumed I knew my brother well, but I was mistaken. Despite the fact that I now know he's gay, my feelings for him remain unchanged. I hope our mom and his dad will also accept him. He kept his actual self buried for so long, and I understand how difficult it must have been for him. But if they don't accept him, I'll figure out how to get them to a

“You may know how to kill little kids and babies, but I’ve killed grown men. More than you can imagine. I don’t just kill little girls like you do.” “How do you know? You don’t know me,” Brother Adam said. Bohdan shoved Brother Adam back just enough to intimidate him. Bohdan expected a fight, but nothing happened. Not yet anyway.

Redy growled coldly, without even a trace of pity. Ivy gripped the concrete floor with her trembling fingers. Her breathing was violently labored, her chest and entire body burning with unbearable pain. Her vision began to blur, replaced by black spots spinning before her eyes. Seeing her three brothers unleash such brutal fury, Sarah hurried forward several steps, stretching out both arms as though she were a loving guardian angel filled with pure compassion.

Enzo was a breath of fresh air compared to his brothers, and the thought of him never wanting to speak to me again made my heart ache. “Relax. Enzo is very rational. I’m sure he would understand. Besides, this marriage was probably the last thing you wanted for yourself. My brothers are not the kindest, and you have to deal with not one, but both. I can see how stifling that can be, especially since I’ve been promised to Dmitri Ivanov.” “Dmitri! The Mad Dog?” I half yelled, horrified at the thought. The Russian outfit had no integrity and they couldn’t care less about morals, or compassion but none of them was as worse as Dmitri Ivanov, nicknamed the Mad Dog for his brutality.

It's in our third year of marriage that I first discover Tabitha Palmer is cheating on me. That night, she kneels outside my door in the pouring rain, crying and begging for my forgiveness. Holding my one-month-old daughter, Arlene Wilder, in their arms, my parents also plead Tabitha's case. "Why don't you give Tabitha one more chance? Arlene still needs her." The sight of Arlene, still in her swaddling clothes, makes my heart soften. Over the next five years, Tabitha treats me with the utmost tenderness, as though the betrayal never happens at all. One day, we go home for Thanksgiving. I see my younger brother, Glen Wilder, who has been living abroad for many years, and beside him is

"Stop blaming yourself for his death, Kolya." I snap. "If it wasn't for me, he'd still be alive." "Stop it, Mikhail," Larissa says sternly. "You were a boy. You couldn't have known what would happen. Desmier chose his own path. He wasn't going to die of old age." Larissa takes my handand grips it to emphasize her meaning. "You worshipped a brother who never existed, and he was my brother long before he was yours. He could be loving, yes, but also ruthless and cruel beyond your wildest imagination."

My chest rose and fell heavily. Damian looked at me with something dangerously close to satisfaction, but he didn't utter a word. I marched towards him. "You stole my life, brother! And, oh, how I hate you!" I spat the words out. His expression changed. For a brief moment, I saw the boy who had stood beside me years ago, the boy who had watched our father make a decision that changed both our lives. But the moment disappeared. He stood up. "I didn't ask Daddy to choose me."

All in one. I arched an eyebrow questioningly and looked at Alyosha: luck or a very bad idea? “It could be a set-up,” my brother said, as always anticipating the course of my thoughts. - The same Ibragimov could have knocked them a hundred times and they might not be waiting for you with a cookie and tea. - They can, - I did not argue, - but you yourself said that they should see me ... - He said, - Alyosha interrupted me, - when you were crying because of your bad behavior in the jewelry store. And if my memory serves me right, then you didn't show much desire...

Luther earnestly explains. "He might have been overwhelmed with everything. Of all the Wright children, Lucas is the softer one among the three brothers. He is more like Lexie in a lot of ways although he is a spitting image of Lucien. And being in a Mafia family is not easy" Samael casually interjected. A gentle smile adorned his face. No one among them knows the real reason. All they have are purely assumptions. Listening, Arah thoughtfully nods while trying to understand. The Petrov family may be dominated by men heirs but she was surprised at how close the tie between members was.