Three Tyrannical Brothers Mga Nobela at Kwento

“It is the perk of the Midnight Legion to have a Lycan. We cannot let Father’s hard work go to waste. That is why I am building an empire that will last for ages. However, I must utilize all of you, because I cannot rule five empires alone.” Axel lowered his head. “The four of you do not wish to rule an empire? Do you want this reign to crumble? Don’t you want to get revenge for Mother?” Mother. That was the first time Ajax had ever mentioned their mother. As soon as their mother was mentioned, the brothers’ eyes turned grim. Mercy and light diminished just as quickly and Cataleia felt the hairs of her body rise when they started to look at Ajax with the same agreeing expression. As if all o

Jackson walked away, Jordan couldn't help but facepalm and curse Jason for his bad luck. He already knew what was behind his father's strange behavior it was because Jason had not fulfilled any of his responsibilities. "Where is Jason?, And where the fuck is he?, I thought he was supposed to take care of all the interior decorations and final preparations!" Jordan shouted at his assistant, frustration boiling over. "I'm sorry to inform you so late boss, but your brother hasn't even been here for the past three days," the assistant replied. "Fuck! Why do I have to do everything myself? He hadn't been doing his part, and you didn't think to call and inform me?" Jordan fumed.

I feel like I know all of them now. Alpha Hunter is the leader. The one responsible for his brothers. Killian is the second in command. The one who is always logical and has his emotions under control. Although Preston does not seem like it, he’s the volatile one. The one who’s capable of exploding at any moment. He’s even in less control than Kris, who is the last of the brothers. Kris is a baby. My baby that I always want to keep safe. I’m tucked into Kris’ chest, the short puffs of breath rustling at my hair. A breath I did not know I was holding is finally released. “Don’t ever leave me.” I whisper against his nose, pressing my face into his as silent tears track down my cheeks.

This time the four brothers had promised to hold back their power and not ruin the activation. I wasn't holding my breath. "They'll behave," my father said, reading my expression. "I made it very clear what happens if they don't." "What happens?" "They get banned from the coronation." "You can't ban them from my coronation." "I absolutely can. And I will if they can't control themselves for ten minutes." The four brothers came out of the trees right on cue. All of them looking tired since I'd dragged them out here at six in the morning.

I was grateful that the hallway was quiet, but my retreat didn't last. As I passed a corner, I collided with something hard. A man's chest. I stumbled back trying to gain my balance before I looked at who it was; I could see three men standing Infront me. The three Alpha brothers. Aidan, Bryan, and Callum. I could feel the crazy tension between them; an unknown force made the air heavy. They were standing in a formation I couldn't understand. They looked at each other with fury, a silent battle brewing between them.

She leaned in close, her voice dropping to a bare whisper, as if the walls themselves were listening. "Everything," she said, her eyes deadly serious. "Because Finn, Ronan, and Bastien... they're not just pack brothers, Lana. They're brothers. As in, same parents. The Lancaster heirs. And you, the human with the mysterious power, are the prize they're all circling." The world dropped out from under me. The air left my lungs in a painful whoosh. Brothers. I am doomed. All of them. Finn's easy charm, Bastien's defiant intensity, Ronan's absolute dominance. They were a triad. A family. And I was the unsuspecting spark thrown into the heart of their dynastic tinderbox.

“They wanted to hurt her to get to us. Marcus because of the business war we never gave him the satisfaction of winning. Natasha for obsession, jealousy, and stupidity…They underestimated what she means to us” Ian’s jaw was clenched tight, knuckles white on the armrest of his chair after hearing his brother’s words. “Marcus will face financial and underground destruction. Natasha? We’ll end her twisted game before she even realizes the trap” Asher’s eyes burned, voice cool and composed. Owen nodded. “Here’s the plan…” Owen told each and every step of the plan in detail to his brothers. As the brothers stood, ready to leave the room, a deadly calm surrounded them. This wasn’t just about power

"No... but kind of." "I'll need to figure out what to do. Maybe go home early today," I told her, but the look on her face said something else. "Well, I think you should," she said, biting her lower lip with a giggle. "Two brothers in the same company? Try not to get yourself in trouble." "What do you mean two brothers?" I asked, staring at her.

​Garrick spun around, his eyes blazing with anger, "You’ve lost your mind You almost got yourself killed i only have one sister, and I’m not letting you stay in this den of wolves just to get hurt again, you are grounded the second we step through that door." ​"You can't treat me like a child" I yelled, tears blurring my vision. ​Before Garrick could answer, the hall echoed with a new set of angry voices. A crowd poured in it was Torin’s mother and three of his brothers, all of them looking ready for war. ​What gives a Lycan the right to take my brother away from his estate just because he carried some wolfless slut home?" one of Torin's brothers shouted, pointing his finger right at Kaelven

"Everyone, just chill out! Don't listen to Andrew's nonsense!" The three brothers had barely finished speaking when someone spat. "Go to hell! We're here specifically for the saintess! Screw you for hiding the saintess from us!" Another barked, "Get lost, you bastard! Move, or I'll slap you to death. Didn't you hear what that guy just said? Whoever takes the saintess gets to ascend to godhood and claim the throne! My glory days start now!" Worse than Nicholas, the three brothers' threats and pleas were completely ignored. All they got in return were spits on the ground and mocking laughter.