The Brothers Karamazov Novels & Stories

Of course, it swelled my heart to see my brother having a life of his own like I wanted—but a child? “And this Sofia! How old is she ?” I asked. “Sofia Vladimir, the youngest and only daughter of the Vladimir family, is twenty-three—three months ahead of Matteo,” Antonio explained. I didn’t get it. Why were they all sounding so calm and relaxed over things? This was trouble, and they knew it. The Vladimirs held down the Russian Bratva, Luca held down the one in the States and around the neighboring countries. They never clashed publicly, but it was obvious they were always at each other’s throats—first the cops sniffing around, and now this?

He was upset and messaging me in all uppercase, demanding that I answer my phone. I hesitated but decided to call him later. I quickly removed my clothes and entered the shower, turning on the cold water. It helped me overcome the lust I felt for my brother's wife. It took me thirty minutes to finish my bath, and as soon as I got out of the bathroom, I heard my phone ringing, and just as I expected, it was a call from a very angry Henry Cervantes. "Damn it, Ang! It's good you decided to answer my call!" He exclaimed.

“When the moon is void and the waters bleed, we strike.” Her high priestess approached, whispering: “And the boy?” Valeria’s teeth bared. “I won’t kill him.” A pause. “I’ll hollow him.” III. The Brotherhood’s Pact That night, the four brothers stood outside under the moon, watching the stars shift. “We started as mafia kings,” Petrov said, sipping vodka. “Now we chant spells and shield babies.” Sokolov laughed bitterly. “I had no idea things like this existed. I used to shoot first, ask later.”

Father replied, ignoring Lez like me. “Neither does he, for that matter.” My brother added as if everyone in the city doesn’t know it already. That Jonathon Byrne Sokolov was no longer a family member since the day he lost his mother and a brother. The twin brother, who was supposed to be the head of the family. He was four minutes older than me and so he was supposed to be the Pakhan. Not me. And I will never take his place, but I will also not let my younger brother take his place. Because he was a wild canon, an animal without any conscience. Father gave him a stern look which had him sighing, “Fine. Fine.” And I watched as he pulled the girl down on his lap and fondled her.

Isaac nodded at his brother and father. Vladimir’s eyes sharpened from the corners. “It’s time to put everything into the end now, Isaac!” Isaac nodded as the both brothers left from here leaving a relieved Boris behind because he knew Vladimir Sokolov was in action now, Brutal action and He wouldn't show mercy on any of his criminals!

Father Julian’s POV I woke up on Friday morning with a skip in my step. I went through my routine humming hymns, a delightful smile on my face. I had taken great care in preparing my robe that day for confession. I sat in the booth, only half-listening to the others ramble about the sins they had committed since their last confession, while I waited to hear that one voice. It was an average day, to be honest. Someone confessed to lusting over his brother’s wife; another lady had conceived the thought of killing her husband over life insurance fraud. Just the same old, boring sins.

“I’m not going through that again. Here, sign it before anybody changes their mind.” Nikolai smiled. “Are you referring to me or to yourself?” “I don’t go back on my word. I’m not like your damn brother.” “My brother?” Nikolai ůsaid, frowning. He had five of them, the youngest being six year old. There was also an eight-year-old and a twelve-year-old and the oldest next to him were nineteen-year-old twins. He loved all his brothers, though they were rather loud and annoying, especially the younger ones, but he couldn’t figure out how Akari knew any of them or what she might have against them.

She smirked and said, "Interesting topic. My brothers. Firstborn and next line King Leonard Martinez 33 since 1489 but not crowned yet cause his beloved still didn't show up. He is the most dangerous one among us if he gets angry or provoked. He is also so caring and protective when it's come to the family. I never saw him smile wide in all these centuries. He loves me most and always gives me whatever I asked for but never gave me freedom and Independence. Then my second brother Liam Martinez 31 so a sweet guy who knows what to talk at the right time and to person. He can get angry when someone lies to him. He hates that most. He is the one who helped me to achieve my dreams and gave me win

~~~ Before the brothers met, Old Master Hunt’s study… “Your crimes keep piling up, and I'm not going to keep covering up for you and allow you to destroy our family legacy. Don't you dare go to the headquarters again; your brother is now the new CEO; go to Africa and reflect on yourself; I'll summon you back when the news blows over,” Old Master Hunt said, his voice stern but full of heartache.

He took a sip from his glass cup before he spoke"You reopened the charge?" "I did" she answered, showing no regrets for what she had done. "After leaving for years you finally show up to reopen a case that doesn't have anything to do with you?" He voiced out. Even though he tried his best not to act annoyed, he couldn't hide it. "Hardy was my brother" Bella spat in anger. "The same brother you didn't want to have anything to do with?" "Don't act like the holy one. The darkness in this family at that time was consuming and you know it"