U Mad Bro Novels & Stories

A lot. To my surprise, the responses fly in instantly. Mace: You're never bothering us, little warrior. You can message us whenever you want. Even if it's just to say you miss us as much as we miss you. Niko: What he said. I'm already pissed I haven't seen you or Zuri today, please bother us as much as you want. It might just stop me from beating your brother's ass the next time I see him. Me: As much as I don't exactly love violence, I approve.

Maya asked, her eyes darting from Zach and Zayn’s to mine. “You’re not a stranger, Maya. You know why I don’t like them.” I said. “I can still remember the horrible things they did to you. Leaving for a while was the best thing you did for yourself.” “You said you’d not let them in here, what has changed or did they manage to bully you too?” I sounded harsh but the reason I loved coming here was because it was one of the few places I could hide from Zach and Zayn. “No, Ari. No one can do that to me. I know it’ll sound strange to you but your step-brothers have turned a new leaf.” Maya said.

Madison nearly choked on her drink, and my mom covered her mouth as she let out a deep, amused chuckle. "This man really has a damn type, huh?" Madison snorted. "He’s like a walking punchline," I added, rolling my eyes. I texted Dom back: “My sister said the Chuckle Fuck sure has a type. Same thing you said.” A few dots appeared, then disappeared. Then reappeared. Dom: Lmao. She’s not wrong.

He seemed taken back by the question and thought about it before responding. “Here and there.” He replied, which frustrated me. “Do you have a name?” I asked, and I realized he hadn't introduced himself. His face split into a grin even with that toothpick in his mouth and he leaned over the table to extend his hand. “Robort Caputo.” He muttered and my eyes widened. “So you are related to Adriano?” I asked. I wanted to know if they were brothers or something, though they didn't look alike. He isn't insanely handsome like Adriano and he didn't have his stunning eyes.

Our parents' graves were vandalized without reason, becoming a lifelong pain for us siblings. Looking at the words scrawled across the headstones - "homewrecker," "die," "go to hell" - my brother, who never shed tears even when bleeding, cried. "Sage, let's go." "This place is no longer our home." After my injuries healed, Marcus took me and our approved departure papers, and we left the territory. I didn't know where we were going. But as long as we left the pack, it would be good enough. "Marcus, I'm going to rest for a while. Wake me when we arrive."

I had just ended my phone call with my dad when a text message from my husband, Felix Cole, popped up. Felix: [Jasper won the gold prize in the art competition. I'm holding a celebration party for him tonight. Get everything ready.] Felix was the leader of the Reapers, a powerful local mafia. Every time he held a party, I would be so exhausted that I would feel like a zombie by the end of it.

I had told Ettore this countless times, but he had long been bewitched by Elena and Sofia, so he could no longer remember. "Shut up!" Ettore, stung by my words, lashed out in fury. He raised his hand to strike me, but I was prepared. Sidestepping his blow, I swung back and slapped him hard across the face. Ettore's head snapped to the side. He covered his cheek and stared at me in disbelief. "You dare hit me?" "That slap was for Mom," I said, my gaze icy. "From this day on, you are no longer my brother. We are finished!"

Everyone held their breath, watching him walk to the center of the lawn. He lifted the microphone, and his steady voice boomed. “I, Conrad Parker, am the true heir of the Boyds. Charlie Boyd and his mother are nothing but a malicious lover and an illegitimate child.” The revelation stunned the guests. “You’ve completely lost your mind!” Charlie shrieked. “You lie in front of hundreds of people! “Don’t bother trying to make a run for it. The mental hospital will take you immediately. You’ll stay there for life!” Conrad only flicked him a sidelong glance and ignored him.

That she's still awake, still thinking about me the way I can't stop thinking about her. It's not Jules. It's a notification from Instagram—someone tagged me in a video. I shouldn't watch it. Know I shouldn't. I press play anyway. The video is shaky, shot from someone's dorm window. But the audio is crystal clear. "COWARD! You're a coward, Adrian Cross!" Jules' voice, ragged with pain and rage. The video has 347 views already. Comments are rolling in. Damn, she's really losing it Cross should get a restraining order This is what happens when girls get obsessed

~~SERAPHINA~~ I scroll on my phone in the kitchen a few days later, waiting for my toast to pop out of the toaster, feeling deeply bored yet satisfied at the same time. In the days since Massimo was shot, he has to take a step back from the business because he was fucking shot. He's not particularly thrilled about it, but when he tries to go about his regular business, Dr. Moretti lays down the law, and it's pretty damn funny to see a big, deadly mafioso bow to a woman who can't be taller than five foot two.