The Great Villain Senior Brother Novels & Stories

After learning he had escaped, I was so angry that I drove home overnight to make him turn himself in and explain. The victim was an elderly man in his 80s with no children. He was extremely pitiful as he relied on collecting recyclables to make a living. However, my mother slapped my face. "He's an old geezer who doesn't have many years left. Your brother is doing society a good deed by robbing him. Ian's now going to prison. As his older brother, how can you just sit by and do nothing? Take his place." I almost could not believe my ears. "Mom, this is jail. My whole life is going to be ruined! He's your child, and I'm not?"

Nathan shakes his head tossing the controller down, Eli looked at Nathan and grins triumphantly, running a hand through his messy sandy blonde locks "Aw c'mon Nate, I totally kicked your ass! Maybe if you spent less time chasing skirt and more time practicing..." he chuckles, stretching languidly, his toned abdomen peeking out from under his snug neon green t-shirt. "I'm gonna grab a beer, wanna one?" Suddenly Nate’s phone rings Nathan glances at the caller ID seeing it's his older brother Damon before turning back to Eli. "Nah, I'm good. And hey, not everyone can be a gaming pro AND pull tail like me," Nathan jokes cockily, flashing Eli a playful smirk. "Besides, you'd be bored stiff withou

Does it think it’ll make him any different from the rest? Ha! I’m afraid the legendary Heath Ledger has nothing on my fucking stepbrother.

Thinking of the way Vince killed others, he still felt helpless. "It's not my fault... I failed to stop... Besides, what's wrong with the Pride Peak? Just kill it. If Eldest Senior Brother had been here, would the Pride Peak dare to provoke us?" Vince roared with a stern look. The voice was so loud that even Chad and the others could hear it clearly. Chad's face darkened. However, He did not choose to provoke him. Vince's violent posture caused Zephyr to be slightly stunned. From Vince's tone, he could tell that Vince was not ordinarily arbitrary. Moreover, he could feel that the Eldest Senior Brother that everyone was talking about was also extraordinarily powerful.

His words landed like shards of glass. Alexander Westwood. The eldest son. Disciplined, ruthless, calculated. A man who commanded boardrooms with a single look and never wasted words he didn’t mean. Where Ethan was warmth and fire, Alexander was shadow and steel. The one who looked at me as though I were an inconvenience he had to endure. He wasn’t just cold. He was winter itself. And now he was waiting at the altar. “I need a moment,” I whispered hoarsely. Richard gave a curt nod and left.

I spent the whole weekend in New York drinking alone. I was surprised, depressed and lost, after knowing Fai and Damian are brothers. I feel like there's no way to turn back and start from the beginning again. All my plans fell apart. I can say Damian is a good man and I am sure he won’t go back to me when he knows I am with his brother, Fai. Now, I don’t know what I should do? End my game with Fai and pursue Damian or continue the plan since I need more information about Damian, Anna and others.

Nyra stared at the screen blankly for a few seconds before raising an eyebrow, “Why am I looking at a picture of Professor Moore?” Elara turned her head sharply to her friend, tears pooling in her eyes, “That's my brother” Nyra inhaled loudly, the sound harsh in the quiet of the room, like she’d been punched in the chest. “What the fuck.”

he growled and then returned to his pacing. If he doesn't move he was afraid he might strangle his brother. Despite how much killing his brother will satisfy him he couldn't bear hurting his father who loves the imbecile so much. His brother has always been frivolous and careless with his acts, but of all the stupid things he has done in the past, this one takes the cake. His brother had been so stupid and gullible that he fell into the hands of scammers costing the company billions of dollars that they are struggling to recover from, placing them on the verge of collapse.

Dante muttered, answering his own question. Just then, his uncle Adrian Vallenis walked down the stairs, drawn by the yelling. “You asked me to let the Deca Familia handle it, but guess what? Two weeks later, they did nothing but call the murder of my brother self-defense,” Dante snarled at his father. “You dare raise your voice at me?” Don Vallerio asked, brows drawn together, surprise mixed with anger etched on his face. He gritted his teeth, his arm flying up again, but Adrian stepped in between them.

“You never truly did know who your brother was, did you?” “What are you talking about?” “The proverb “Curiosity killed the cat” comes to mind here Don Valentino. Your inquisitiveness will kill your beloved's, little sister.” My captor laughs with delight, making him sound like a complete sociopath. “Don't you lay a finger on her head, or I swear to the almighty Gods I will-" “You will what, Don Valentino? Plead for her life, swap places with her?” “When I find you, I am going to freeze you alive, then I'll put your body through a wood chipper and-”