Zabuza Brother Novels & Stories

"And you don't like her, do you? You were just playing with that woman!" His jaw tensed a bit more out of irritation. "Yes but I believe you didn't go all the way here tonight just to steal my wine, mess up with my pool, and talk about my wife. I will let your voyeuring on my wife slide if you're carrying a piece of sensible news." "Oh, well..." Zack took off his dark shirt and just let it fall down the floor. "It's your most beloved brother... it's confirmed, Z." Zandro straightened as he tilted his head. "What do you mean? Is it his new drug laboratory? His deal with syndicates abroad? or the illegal dog domestication shelter and experiments?"

The real expression that no one knew. Amino sat straight, his spine was straighter than a ruler. “Stop looking at me like that. What’s going on, really?” Busaba lifted her hand and pinched her bridge nose, “my brother is dead.” She started. The uncharacteristic puzzle settled on both Amino and Ryuzaki’s faces. It was quite funny to see the aggressive yet sadistic Ryuzaki who had never stopped his smugness and the calm face Amino had twisted expressions like that.

His touch was like a warm blanket on a cold winter night. I peered up at him as he spoke, and the name Zuku flashed through my mind like lightning. "She mentioned Zuku," I exclaimed. Lux sprang to his feet, his eyes darting around the room. The atmosphere was tense, and I could hear his heartbeat quickening. "Zuku," he muttered under his breath, and I rose to join him. "Who is Zuku, Lux?" I implored, my voice shaking with anxiety. He stopped in his tracks and turned to face me. The sound of his footsteps faded away as he spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. "Zuku is my brother," he revealed. The words hung heavy in the air like a cloud of smoke, and my mind was racing with questions.

she said, casting a look at her brother, who squinted his eyes. “I'm always cool,” Vincent defended. “You look beautiful too, Morty. I've missed you,” Nica said. Morticia careful carried Bran, Vincent’s youngest son, and greeted little Evan, holding and taking them in further. “So you did it, huh?” Vincent sighed as he approached Klaus, who was chatting with Ava. “This is weird, but congratulations,” he grinned and hugged his best friend. “I missed you, brother,” Klaus said. Vincent lowered his voice. “And yet you didn't invite me for the fight you had not too long ago.”

“Don’t judge me Ezekiel, are you sure Ezra is your brother cause from this I can say you both are worlds apart.” Ezekiel was still smiling, pulled my hands and held it close to his. “We are step brothers—” The moment the words dropped, I paused and stared back at him. “What do you mean, step brothers?” I whispered. Just then, Ezekiel was already ringing up the front door. “I think you should keep your voice down..” “What? I'm not even shouting.” Just then the large door in front of us opened up. First of all, I was attracted to the squeaky clean floors and the large stairs.

Zeath drawls, “it’s my brother.” I pause the game to look at him. “Sorry to ask, but you have another brother?” “Yes. His name was Zachili. He was younger than me.” “Wow. I never even thought you could have a younger one. I thought it was just you and East.” “People think the same too. The boy died at a young age. We never talked about him. Maybe we never thought about him too. He was just forgotten. All too soon.” “You share the same mum?”

"Susan, relax. I'm perfectly fine. I just overslept, that's all." Observing the swollen eyes of Luna, evidence of her recent tears, Susan's worry intensified. Zayn, who had gotten out of the car, approached them. Susan's gaze fixed on him, and Luna took the opportunity to introduce her brother. "This is Zayn, my brother." Susan's anger ignited as soon as she heard that Zayn was Luna's brother. She confronted him, her voice filled with frustration. "How can you be so heartless?" Zayn was taken aback by Susan's accusation. "Me? Heartless?" he responded, his voice reflecting his disbelief.

Natasha rested her head gently against his shoulder. "You've listened to me, so tonight...I'll listen to you." Ethan let out a quiet breath. "I don't know where to start." "The beginning." His eyes remained fixed on the rain outside. "When people hear the word 'mafia', they imagine power, money, fear but they don't imagine children." Natasha stayed silent. "My brother and I...we didn't grow up like normal brothers, we grew up as competitors, our father believed affection made men weak so he never praised us, he compared us."

he said, his voice filled with mock innocence. "Shut up! It's not what you think," he muttered, avoiding his brother's gaze. Zahir scowled, his embarrassment turning into frustration. "And what do you think I think?" Zian prodded, a mischievous glint in his eyes. In a swift move, Zahir tackled his brother onto the bed, their laughter mingling in the air. The two brothers grappled playfully, their movements fueled by years of petty sibling rivalry and camaraderie.