Novel & Cerita The Falling Brothers

The hallway looked longer and narrower like an endless tunnel but with this tunnel, I knew I wouldn’t see any light at the end it. The nurse shoes made soft noise against the tiles as she pushed my wheelchair further away from Damien’s room—away from the man who once held my heart, and who had now shattered it into pieces too small to gather.

The liquid nearly spilled. Cassian slammed his fork down. The sound resounding. “Enough,” he said, his voice calm but sharp as a blade. Lucian turned, eyes cold. “You defend her now?” Cassian leaned forward, his gaze locked on his brother. “Someone has to. You lost the right when you decided cruelty made you strong.” The air froze. Lucian sneered. “You think you’re noble?” “No,” Cassian said evenly. “I think you’re pathetic.”

"The bodies were found by a team of divers, and they've been confirmed that it's the Kingston brothers. Two brothers who grew up in an abusive family, came to America to turn their life around, but would you say they've succeeded? With famous singer, Ines Agua, being their victim, what does she have to say about this?" "Stop watching that." I blinked, the TV screen turning black as someone turned it off, and I looked to the side where Alaric stood, throwing the remote away as he came to sit on my bed, eyes pinned on me with no intention of moving. "Where's your brother?" He asked. "He went to get food." I answered as if on instinct, the words sliding out of my throat. "Are you okay?" He aske

FREDERICK “Did you have to do it that hard?” I whispered, feeling tears gather in my eyes as I watched the Umbrella Man tower over my brother’s limp body, his brown eyes almost luminescent in the dark. “Quiet Frederick, you're ruining my groove, take him.” Stefan McCoy growled and I felt my heart hammer in my ribs as the masked ninjas dropped from the trees like banana monkeys, hooking my brother’s hard body onto the stretcher as I watched on with widened eyes.

“Seems like you’re forgetting the impact of the Allister brothers. One click of their fingers, and they could have everyone on the battlefield asleep. Theo overheard Ryker’s conversation with Ozark. Guess the new enemy I have made without ever meeting this said person in my life?” Rozol’s face twisted into a frown. “A lair leader?” I knew why he said that. It wasn’t unheard of that demons started fights amongst themselves for little to no reason. I chuckled bitterly. If only my problem were that easy. “Even better. Draven. Wanna know the icing on my already fucked up cake? The Brothers of Doom are alive.” I picked up a whiskey bottle from my desk, unscrewing the cap before tipping the bottle

The bullet speared him right in the spine as he let go of Cassie falling like a fucking piece of scum forward. The brothers were too caught up in their bullshit to actually figure out Lucas was down. Cassie…weak, flabbergasted was well on her way to falling on the floor face first when I caught her in my arms in time, having had to step over a wincing Lucas on the floor.

He had tipped the wrong people, leaked the wrong intel, created the perfect storm of carnage. Ghost’s world narrowed to the fight, to the men coming at them, to Luca beside him, calculating, precise, deadly. They moved as a unit, silent and lethal, dodging, striking, taking down threat after threat. But the cost was immediate, the unmistakable thud of brothers falling around them. Ghost’s hands shook with rage and grief. Every fallen brother burned in his chest, every lifeless body a weight he could not bear. After what felt like hours but was only minutes, the attackers were down, retreating into the night.

“They’re brothers. Mafia in Sicily. The head honcho, Aamon De Luca, their dad, was killed.” My mind keeps drifting back to something I caught on TV a while back in Sierra’s office. She seemed to know the brothers and had a soft spot for one of them. I squint, trying to recall her exact words. She was pretty specific, like there was more beneath the surface. I thought about digging deeper then, but it didn’t seem relevant to either of my jobs. “The organization is falling apart. Nolan and Flint are on the brink of a full-blown war.” “And?” How well does Sierra really know these guys? Sometimes, the ties between people run deeper than they look.

She lowered her strength to that of human levels. He staggered back, crashing to the ground, blood spilling from his lips and nose. He growled in rage as his brothers drew their weapons and charged at Snow. In seconds, they were all thrown to the ground like bags of grain. “Pick on someone your own size next time,” Snow said softly, dusting off her hands. The women in the market stared in admiration; some scoffed in jealousy. The men glared, others looked impressed. One of the fallen brothers reached into his pocket, pulling out silver darts. He aimed to throw one at her.....but—

"Finnegan, you're getting what you deserve! Now, you can die the same way you killed my brother back then!" I stepped back from Benjamin Fallow, my brother-in-law, so my wife, Celeste Fallow, could get a clear view of his face. However, his face was torn up, and after being trapped there for a whole day and night, he was barely recognizable. "Celeste, you'll regret this!" As soon as I said that, I cut off the walkie-talkie. We were running out of time. If we did not climb up soon, the sand would reach our lungs and we would suffocate.