Zombie Brother นิยาย & เรื่องราว

and allow my wife to abandon me on our wedding day to be with another man. Before I could even react, another person burst in through the door. It was my older sister, Hillary Sloane. The moment she stepped inside, rather than showing concern, she started scolding me. "Ivan Sloane, can't you be more understanding? Your brother is lying sick in the hospital, and all you can think about is marrying Lenora. "You're heartless. If it weren't for Gideon, do you think you'd even be standing here today? You shouldn't be so selfish. Can't you just let him have this?"

Zonen. My eyes darted around and found him. My little brother was pinned down by men. He wasn’t crying anymore. His tears had dried, leaving empty eyes that stared only at Father’s broken body. “Kill him… or he’ll become a monster like his father,” someone spat. My heart nearly burst from panic. “No! Please! He’s just a child!” Zonen’s lips finally moved. His voice was flat, lifeless. “Kill me.” My entire body froze.

Fuck. I peer down seeing my brother suffocate on his own blood as his pulse slows. “Brother … what have you done?” I choke out the words as he coughs and splutters on the floor. The fact my brother is even alive is because he is a hybrid. “Couldn’t let you die, what are big brothers for?” he banters even at this time he still has his humour.

Without much ado, he also shed his spirit and joined his brother who he had spent these past months bonding with. Despite his feelings being null, he had tried to understand the latter, especially as Zande had made sure to keep flooding his mind with memories and good things, with emotions and scents of flowers, to keep his emotions well anchored. His brother had understood of course, had been more than grateful to Zande. In the body of the delegate, Dedari met his brother fighting against the vampire taints. It was more than one. His brother had successfully done away with the first one. It remained the other, a tricky one, considering the sharpness of its movement.

She picked up a book beside her bed to kill the boredom and pass the time when her door flung open. "Pardon me," the intruder said. "I thought you were someone else." Zoe recognized him immediately as Mario Pablo. She would never mistake his face. "I know you," Zoe said. He stopped and turned to look at her. "Of course, you do. Everyone knows me." Zoe knew he would not remember meeting her months ago, so she let it go. "My brother works for your family." "I do not have any American worker." "You might not. But your brother does."

His mother places a palm over his trembling one and she says sorrowfully, “Your elder brother is gone. I never got to tell you, but Zen was my son” ~~ I detach myself from the commotion downstairs and find my mate inside our bedroom and standing by the window. The moment my quivering eyes perch on his rigid back, I deflate with a slouching sigh and gently proceed to meet him. After his mother had revealed that the King of whom Zorien had lived his life abhorring, was his actual brother, he’s been a recluse ever since. The battle ended in our victory and I was surprised to learn that the Were-beings even included themselves in the conflict ongoing on this side of the river.

Zia moved closer to the two figures on the ground and stared down at them. " We meet again Elvira," Zia said. " And who is this fine gentleman by your side?" " You bastard, you guys killed his only brother, and you come disrespect him still," Elvira barked. " Oh....so that was his brother," Zia said and took a step further. She glanced at the body lying dead, then glanced back at the gentleman. " He really is your brother," Zia said playfully. " You should have died in his place, that way you wouldn't have been that sad," Zia said as she glanced at the handsome man. Though he seemed dangerous,he couldn't possibly be more dangerous than her. Zia wasn't afraid of making more enemies.

He is still shocked at what happened in the ball; we were not expecting it. “Brother, we both lost our brother after what he did to our parents, the kingdom, you, and me. Our brother is long dead; his soul is dead, but his body is being possessed by an evil spirit. Don’t let what happened shake you; let’s just remain stronger so we can defeat him and live happily,” he said, and I nodded my head along with him. “You are right; I just want to be happy again. Now that Zira is here, I have to protect her,” he said.

"Mom, I can't go to the same college as my brother!" Morticia exclaimed from the kitchen. "Too late. You're already admitted. Besides, having your brother with you gives me peace of mind," her mother, Ava, replied calmly from the living room. Rolling her eyes, Morticia peeked out from the kitchen, locking eyes with her mother. "Mom, Vincent is a wizard. He literally tormented me in high school." Vincent, lounging nearby with his legs crossed and sipping a smoothie, winked at her. Morticia felt the urge to gouge his eyes out.

I smoothed down the front of my blouse, adjusted my sunglasses, and tried to pretend my stomach wasn’t twisted into knots. This wasn’t just brunch. This was war. Because inside that mansion was Bruno — my ex, Adrian’s little brother, the boy who’d tossed me aside like I was nothing. He thought I’d cry, crumble, disappear. Instead, I was about to walk into his family’s house on the arm of the brother he never measured up to. If that didn’t rattle him, nothing would. The front doors opened before I could knock. Adrian stood there, immaculate as always, dressed in a crisp shirt with the sleeves rolled just enough to show the strength of his forearms. His dark eyes flicked over me, unreadable.