Novel & Cerita The Brothers Novel

Mac looked back at me, as he wanted to say something, not caring what had made everyone pay attention. "The savage brothers are here" The girl finally said and everyone gasped in shock turning to each other The savage brothers are like every student's nightmare, Jack, Henry, and Liam are three brothers, who once dropped out of school to focus on gangster life. They have always been a menace to other schools including Oakwood. I saw Mac freeze beside me and his eyes widened before his eyes glared daggers, the air around him changed and I shifted away from him, his grip on my arm became tight and I filed nervously.

But he did it just so he could control me even more and intimidate me to show me that he was a dangerous man and I would be stupid if I messed with him. Brothers weren’t supposed to be the villains in their sisters' stories. They were supposed to be protectors, shielding them from the horrors of the world and making sure you are well taken care of. My brother was the opposite. They made sure to remind me that they were the most dangerous men in all of Italy. All because I bruised their father’s ego by running away and making a life of my own for five years. When Maxim realized I wasn’t speaking, he asked Fabio to step out.

This was precisely when Cassian kicked Frederick aside and looked up, meeting Cain's gaze. Having instantly figured out what was on Cassian's mind, Cain remarked, "Who knows when it started, but those trashy novels began indoctrinating people with an erroneous assumption—that if two brothers belonged in the same distinguished family, then one would be a genius while the other a complete buffoon.

“I know. You were always kind. Kinder than I deserved.” He nodded, then left. I sank against the counter, drained. In two days, both Stone brothers had walked back into my life. The storm was only beginning. “Mommy?” Ethan appeared in the doorway, eyes serious. “Are you sad?” I wiped my face quickly. “Just tired. Are you hungry?” He slipped his small hand into mine. “The man who was here—he looked like Daddy.” My chest tightened. “They’re brothers. Sometimes brothers look alike.” “Like me and Eva,” he said.

(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."

He was wearing the same white shirt he wore the day we first met, looking clean as he walked toward me. He didn't dare touch me. He didn't even dare look up. He simply fell to his knees before me, weeping silently. Then came my brothers—Luca, Matteo, Dante. They stood behind him with their heads bowed like children who had realized they were wrong, kneeling in a row. This time, there was no family honor, no Mafia rules, and no goddamn favoritism. They were just four souls drowning in regret. I looked at them and let out a soft sigh.

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.

“My brother finds it hard to let go when he’s been wronged.” He leans closer. “What about you?” I blink at him. “What?” He studies me for a moment, then shakes his head lightly. “Nothing.” He straightens and holds out his hand. “We should go.” I hesitate, staring at his outstretched palm. The only thing I know about the Hawthorne brothers is what my stepfather used to rant about whenever I found him slumped at the end of a bottle. Ruthless. Evil. Monsters. He said they had more money than they knew what to do with it. And egos too big for their own good.

"At the same time, there were two brothers who had nothing. They had no parents. No help from anywhere and fed from lumps but yet loved each other so dearly and settled all their differences genuinely as brothers should." "On one faithful day, the parents of the rich brothers traveled leaving them all to themselves. On that very day, they got attacked by bounty hunters."We will give you all anything you want" they boasted. "We are rich. Please name it." "The bounty hunters looked at them and laughed. "We don't need your money males what we need is the head of one of you" the bounty hunters replied. "So who will it be? Who among you will give his life for the other to live?"

They didn’t want to reveal that they were brothers although students on campus knew for a fact that they were indeed close but that was where it ended, nobody thought of them being siblings because of how contrasted their personalities ran. Any deep look into their life history and any one could immediately pin point that these two were brothers. Then again, Jedidiah and Williams hadn’t expected to have the same soulmate so which meant they were bonded for life through their one soulmate but that wasn’t something they could control. They were one of the few people in the world who had to share a soulmate but Williams seemed himself lucky that he had to share with someone he already knew; his