The Tale Of Two Brothers Story นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"I questioned you sis" "What conversation had you with my stolen prisoner?" He requestions. I sigh. I reluct disclosing any thing. I internally scan my brain for vital responses. Gotcha. I get one. Sly smirk gradually replace my neutral expression. I stare quietly sorry at him. Sorry over his forth coming frustration. He'll definitely give up. "Nothing much big brother. Nothing really much". "Only a tale and interesting conversation about two powerful and highest ranked brothers". "They both are extremely powerful and relentless but one is exceptional".

asked Eric. Yes, I thought, there is a past story that Brother Eric doesn't know. Previously, I had heard scary stories about two figures who are now big mafia bosses in Surabaya and Jakarta, Uncle Brody and Uncle Troy. And they are both former subordinates of my grandfather, Bradley Tanoto. "So, I heard this story from three different people. And they told the same thing about Brody. That means this story is probably the fact,” I began. “The first story I heard from Cameron and Ratty was after my house was attacked by two unknown people. The same story I heard from a policeman," I told Eric.

The crowd was silent as he spoke, and I could see him wiping his free hand on his pants. “I guess the best thing I can do is tell you all a story, and maybe at the end you can provide me some advice on what I should do.” The crowd laughed at Jake’s comment. “A few months ago, I met someone very special while on vacation. I felt like we had an immediate connection and despite living far apart, we decided to try to stay in touch. She lived in Chicago, and, as you all know, my brother Jonathan and I took over operations after my father retired, me going to Chicago and Jonathan in New York.” He paused as he spoke, looking right at me. My heart was racing as he spoke. Despite being pissed at him,

"It's okay, it's okay! I am your big brother, that's what I should do!" Although they were young, the deep love between brothers was showed in such a childish dialogue. Were the twins who should have lived together destined to be separated?

I had to do horrible things to get that call and my luck was that my brother answered and believed everything I said, it was a brief conversation but I managed to get the message across to him and that he understood my message between the lines. "Berna, what is happening to you?", He holds my hands, with a look of sadness. "My sister I am so sorry for everything." "Hassan, I know you have also been through horrible things, we are two broken brothers, we were usurped by our own father. He told me not to say anything to you, but I've had enough of having to hold all this in and hold all this horrible history, and do nothing, we need to stop this man," my eyes are filled with tears right now.

he continued, shaking his head in astonishment and seemingly unaware of his brother's behavior toward me. "Aren't you listening, Anthony? He doesn't... love me anymore, or maybe he never really loved me at all," I choked on my words, overcome by emotion. "You don't know my brother as much as I do, Miranda," he continued, shaking his head as if he thought I was making it up. "Then you don't really know Ang, Anthony," I replied. "I know him all too well, Miranda. I know how he's been hurting and longing every day for the past two years," I heard him say and my gaze instantly flew to him, seeing the sincerity in his eyes as he spoke.

I felt jealous that my own brother had automatically taken Tori’s side and declared me the antagonist before he even heard the whole story. “How do you know that I am the one in the wrong here? That’s an unfair assumption,” I said defensively. “Okay then. Tell me what went down.” I told him everything that Tori said to me, trying as much as possible to leave out the parts that I was a complete ass. When I finished relaying the story to him, he was quiet and kept his eyes on the road which surprised me. I don’t know what reaction I was expecting from him but it definitely wasn’t silence.

Dads been asking the elders about what is happening but nobody seems to understand as this hasn’t happened before. Apparently wolves have been known to find their second chance mates while they’re still with their first destined mate but they’ve never known it to be between brothers. They’re not even sure if that should be possible. Nowhere in any of the history books written of our kind is there even one mention of this.

"You traitor!" Marco grabbed one too. "This is all on you! You ruined everyone!" CRASH! The bottles shattered, and blood streamed down both their faces. They staggered, then collapsed in a heap on the floor. The two brothers lay in a pool of their own blood, unconscious. They had finally destroyed each other over the woman they had both lost.

Then the unmistakable rhythmic creak of a bedframe. My face went nuclear. Noah and Lena. Obviously. They’d been “showering” for like forty-five minutes. I froze, plate halfway to the table, mortified on behalf of everyone involved. Ethan noticed immediately. He turned down the heat on the stove, wiped his hands on the dish towel, and cocked his head toward the ceiling. “Sounds like your brother’s putting in work,” he said, deadpan. “Shut up,” I hissed, cheeks burning so hot I could have cooked the pasta on them.