Three Brothers Novels & Stories

“You are only going to spoil her. Just leave it. Althea understands.” Pepper explained, while my eyes never left the three. The brothers did not complain when Althea made it uncomfortable for them. They only shifted a little bit to provide room for her. Her place within her brothers was magnified in that one act, and it completely blew my mind at how neatly integrated the three were. “They are triplets. They have a bond that is deeper.” Pepper explained. Feeling like a failure because I could not provide what my daughter wanted, I sighed and bid them goodnight.

Even after all his shortcomings, is still loved by the family as the youngest. The plus point was that all three of them were immensely handsome. Their family was the subject of jealousy for many others. Mostly the bond between the three brothers was remarkable. Even if their personalities were 180 degrees from each other but still they were inseparable. Can anything be causing a wall between the siblings? Enjoy the beautiful family love, brotherhood, and three different love stories ahead. ... The meeting was going on and on and everyone was too into it, but only one of them wanted to be out of there 'Shim Dong-Hoon', the eldest son of the family.

"When you first came here, you told me, 'Little girl, the CEO's office isn't a playground. You can get lost and go play now.'" I tilted my head. "Guess who should be the one to get lost now?" Erin glared at me, her eyes reddening, but not a single tear fell. Her facade of an elite woman was still hanging on by a thread, even though everyone had already seen through it. "Trina." Her lips moved, forcing a distorted smile. "You think you've won? You're just counting on your three brothers having your back." I interrupted her, "Yes. I do count on my three brothers having my back. They spoil me, pamper me, and protect me. I'm the pam

He didn't wait for an answer before he lunged at the third assassin, ripping the shadow-cloak from the creature’s body with his teeth. ​It was a bloodbath. The brothers weren't just fighting; they were executing. This was the "Overprotective" theme in full force. They fought with a savage coordination that only siblings could have, Silas cutting off the escape, Orion crushing the weapons, and Ryker delivering the final, crushing blows. ​The room was a wreck of stone dust and shadow-remains. The three assassins were gone literally dissolved into ash by the Thorne's holy Alpha light.

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.

"Actually, in a way, you have three." Wren's eyes went wide with immediate, delighted surprise. "Three." "It's complicated," I admitted, choosing my words with the particular care this conversation deserved. "They're brothers. Triplets, which means they look almost exactly alike. And a long time ago, before you were born, something happened that meant they weren't able to be part of our lives." "What happened."

Either he just got kicked out, or he remembered he's an attorney and not a romance novel hero. Saul pulled open the car door and slid into the seat, his face devoid of all emotion. "Drive, Matt." "Going straight to the office, sir?" Matt asked, stepping on the gas. "Yes," Saul replied, his gaze fixing coldly on the passing New York skyline. "Find out everything you can about my brother's wife, Kim.”

“My brother. Antonio Moretti.” The name lands wrong. Familiar, but wrong. I purse my mouth tightly, confusion rippling through me as I try to reconcile his words with what I know. “That does not make sense,” I say slowly. “Antonio Moretti is one of the three brothers.” I've done enough research on the Morettis, in my time before Lucien and after, to know there are three of them. Salvatore, the oldest. Antonio, the second child. Lucien, the youngest.

He never stays with any of them. He doesn't do girlfriends. My older brother is a year ahead of me, and so is everyone sitting around the bonfire. He is one of the popular boys in the school, captain of the football team, and someone who has girls tripping over each other to have him just smile at them. It's pathetic. I don't walk around in the same social circle as my big brother. I'm not very social and would rather stay home on the weekends reading a book or watching horror movies with my best friend Sarah.

"Well then allow me to set you off in history of the st. Bond's. Long ago, three brothers- "Ruby, please" I tilt my head and she laughs, understanding my move. "I'll just go straight to the point, they're three brothers, who went from being nobody to somebody, well that is what everything thinks, but some people still say Darren knight. Liam's father had helped them build their life into becoming the three blooming brothers everyone knows them as. And now they own some of the biggest companies in the city and beyond the city and literally own the biggest stock shares in companies they're interested in. They're the only ones, the