U Mad Bro Mga Nobela at Kwento

Steel bones of forgotten cranes loomed above us. The docks were a graveyard of old deals and older blood. We stopped two blocks out. Matteo handed me a Glock, safety off. I slid it into the holster and looked at each of them—my devils, my stepbrothers, my ride-or-die disasters. "Stay sharp," I said. "We're not here to play hero. We end it or we burn it down trying." Luca leaned in, his breath hot against my ear. "You say the word, Serena, and I'll stack bodies like poker chips."

“Your sister, I mean. Or is she just quiet around me? Is it awkward for her? Suddenly getting a stepbrother?” “She should be used to it,” his tone was sarcastic and I immediately raised my brows in response. “I mean, it’s not like you’re going to be her first step brother. We’re also step-siblings.” “Oh,” that was news to me. “I didn’t know that.” “Isn’t it obvious?” he chuckled. “We barely get along.” “Why?”

“It’s like… when you know something is coming but it’s not bad.” Kael smiles a little. “That’s very helpful.” I squint at him. “It is.” I’ve felt this pull since we got close to this territory. Since before we crossed the border. It’s like something is tugging on a string inside my ribs. Not scary. Just loud. They call him the Mad Alpha here. I heard one of the guards say it outside. Like it means something big. Mama doesn’t call him that. She just says his name.

“Pinky swear?” I laughed. “Seriously?” “It’s official. Can’t break a pinky swear.” “You’re silly.” “I’m your brother. It’s my job.” I hooked my pinky with his. “Okay. Pinky swear. We protect each other.” “Always.” We sat there as the pack woke up around us. Warriors came to train. People went to breakfast. Life went on. But everything was different now. I had a brother. A twin who understood me like nobody else could.

another teammate spoke. “Yeah, tell me about it… man? He looks the fucking same age as us, how on earth did bro get that much money? I swear he looks a year or two younger than me, give or fucking take.” another added. “A year younger, he’s a year younger than you are.” Jamal mumbled. I damn near laughed at that moment… compete with that fucker. I gloated from where I sat, could see how fucking bitter Jamal was. Matter of fact, I’d been scared out of my wits thinking he might have been a rebound for Theo… but I guess he wasn’t fit for the cut.

he teased, raising his eyebrows playfully. Arum immediately flicked Bro M’s forehead, her face turning red. Hearing all this made me even more exasperated. “Ugh, Bro M! My God, I want to smack you, but I’m scared it’d be a sin to hit a GGS senior,” I said, pretending to be frustrated. Everyone burst out laughing. Hasan slapped his thigh, laughing so hard, while Nunu added, “True, Bro M is like a GGS artifact already.” Instead of being offended, Bro M leaned back comfortably. “Of course! I’m the coolest senior,” he boasted proudly.

Madelaine Everyone knew the story of the Mad Doctor. At least, I heard it from my mom. He was adopted by a wealthy couple who tried but couldn’t have kids, both surgeons, when he was four years old. People said he was a weird little kid, but the surgeons were private about their lives. When he was eleven, Ben killed both his parents and was arrested. To this day, no one knew why, because he went mute the moment the handcuffs clicked shut. His uncle, Mark Cavanagh—a rumored psychopath and Mafia Don—pled insanity for him. Instead of jail, Ben went to rehab.

It was soft, light, and sweet enough to dissolve the tension in the air. Regan blinked. “…He’s part of the mafia, isn’t he?” she asked, her eyes bright with curiosity rather than fear. “That’s why you’re all being so careful.” Regan stared at her, momentarily caught off guard by how calmly she had said it. Most people reacted with shock. Or fear. Or questions filled with unease. Marceline, however, only tilted her head slightly. “But… he didn’t feel like one,” she added softly. Regan blinked. “Didn’t… feel like one?”

my brother hissed, his eyes blazing with fury. “Madison, get out of my office now, unless you want to get hurt again,” I warned. She cursed us both and ran out of the office crying. I rolled my eyes and tapped my brother’s shoulder. He took a deep breath to calm himself down. “Call Jozzer. We need to check on them,” I said calmly, and he nodded. He pulled his phone from his pocket and called our brother, who was currently with Poppy. The phone rang for a long time until he finally answered, and we both froze when we heard a moan.

“I don't.” “Then will you be a good boy?” “I will.” “Much better. You're so adorable when you don't put up a fight, you know. It makes me want to chain you up sometimes.” I drew in a sharp breath, tensed. Aiden seemed to have noticed my reaction as he burst out laughing. “Don't worry; I won't chain you up. I'm not into that type of kink,” he assures me. “But my brother might be.” My eyes widened. “Your brother?”