How Does Wattpad Portray Brothership In Sick-Themed Stories?

“Omega, in about an hour, you’ll feel warm, dizzy, and overcome with hormones in your body.” I paled. “What happens after it takes effect?” “Then an alpha in the surrounding area will react to your scent.” After an hour, the nurse popped her head in. She had a strange look in her eyes and I didn’t like it. “So he is out there?” The nurse’s smile fell, “No, not one.” My eyes widened. “two?” “No, you have four mates.” I shook my head. “No, that’s not possible!” She sighed and opened her phone. “Your mates are as follows; Colby Mcgrath, Rain Kim, Matthew Clark, and Jade Johnson.” When she said the first name I started to feel faint but then the nurse kept rattling off all the names of my tormenters for years. How could I be tied to all of my brother’s friends? My panties got wet, I refused to accept that this was a hormonal reaction.

“Make me yours, brother,” he whispered, his voice a soft caress, doing so many things to my sanity. I closed my eyes, clenched them so tight, just like my fists. I shouldn't be doing this, shouldn't be on the bed with my stepbrother. It wasn't right. I need to leave. However, when I felt his cool lips touch my right cheek, and the strong pheromones wafting out of him, I snapped my eyes open, the orbs wide when I realized something. “Are you in your freaking heat period??” He peered at me, eyes still hooded, and lips pulled up in a small smile as he whispered, "Help me.” And how the fuck was I supposed to ignore that?? ..... Jay and Matt had always been close, but Matt's discovery of his feelings for Jay changed everything. After finding out he was an omega, Matt sees it as an opportunity to pursue his stepbrother, despite the taboo nature of their relationship. With the help of his best friend, Matt is determined to win Jay's heart, even if it means risking their bond and facing potential backlash.

"Beg for it." Zane's voice was low, dangerous, as his fingers dug into Asher's jaw, forcing their eyes to meet. "Please...” Asher whispered, eyes wet with tears as his body betrayed him with a traitorous shiver. ````` HE WAS BORN TO INHERIT AN EMPIRE... UNTIL ONE SINGLE MISTAKE COST HIM EVERYTHING! Heir to an empire with a last name that opens every door, Asher West was powerful. An Alpha bred to be dominant, Asher takes what he wants and never looks back. But for all his arrogance, Asher had two weaknesses. His taste for danger…and his blistering, malignant, and seething HATRED for his half-brother, Zane West. And that hatred was the key to his downfall. Now stripped of his status, his pride, and his biology, Asher finds himself trapped in an Omega’s body, in a world that only worships the strength of an Alpha. And worse, the man holding the leash is none other than the one he hated the most. His half-brother, now his master. Zane West. He was the bastard no one wanted. After a decade of being abused and bullied by Asher West, ignored by the West Clan, there was no mercy or humanity left in Zane’s gaze, only the promise of ownership. And the slow, patient destruction of the golden prince who once ruled him. Zane doesn’t want love. Or even forgiveness. He wants to own Asher, furrow deep into his skull until his entire existence revolves around pleasing him, Zane West. But there’s a problem…Asher won’t go down without a fight, and Zane…at his core was still an Alpha whose primal instinct is to protect his Omega. Who will end up taming whom?

"This doesn't make sense," I whispered, my hand on the door knob. "We can't tell mom and dad," he whispered back into the darkness. "You can't be my mate!?" I hissed back, "You're my brother." "I'm not going to resist the sparks, April," he growled, "or the pull, and feeling of want... Do you hear me?" "W-what?" "I want you so bad it hurts," he whispered. It was like my lips moved and spoke for me. "Then take me." His warm lips smashed onto mine, finding them in the dark. Sparks lit the tiny closet up, and suddenly I knew where he was, almost as if we were in a room full of light. I could see every move he made, and I wanted him to make a move on me. I kissed him back with force and longing. My first kiss is with my brother. My mate

A typical teenage romance novel. Where the girl falls in love with the jock. But the only difference in this one is that the girl falls in love with her brother. "Why does what I do matter so much to you?" I asked curiously. He slammed his hand against the car behind me as he caged me in. He looked down at me with a scowl on his face, his tall frame hovering over me. "Because I care about you." He said loudly and his minty breath hit my nostrils causing me to gulp. I've never been this close to him before. Since the first day that he met her, he was attracted to her. But he had to keep his feelings a secret, for the sake of their family. She can't fall in love with him. So he needs to show her the worst parts of himself, because maybe then she'll hate him. BOOKS 1 & 2.

Ever since I was born, my parents bound me to a Pain Transfer System. My body was covered in scars. My older brother, Dylan Jeater, had albinism and Hydroa Vacciniforme. His condition was so severe that he could not be exposed to any light. Doctors determined that he would only live to be sixteen years old. However, Dylan had always been playful. He often snuck outside. Eventually, his body was covered in sores. My father, Robert Jeater, worked day and night to earn money. He finally bought two Pain Transfer System wristbands at a high price for Dylan and me. For six years, the pain Dylan felt from every sun exposure had been transferred to me. My mother, May Jeater, always held me gently and treated my wounds. She said, “Chester, I’m sorry. I just want Dylan to be happy in the time he has left. I hope you understand.” On New Year’s Eve, my parents took Dylan out. It was very sunny that day. As soon as we left the house, my whole body broke out in blisters. I could not help but cry out in pain. Dylan tore off his wristband and broke down sobbing. “Does it hurt? Fine, if you think it hurts so much, then turn off the transfer! Let me just die of the pain! “I’ll only live up to sixteen anyway. I’m going to die sooner or later.” His body became severely sunburned, and he lost consciousness. Mom shoved me to the ground. “Dylan never complained once in all those years of pain! After only six years of it being passed to you, you’re already breaking down?! “He’s only going to live to be sixteen! Is it wrong to want him to be happy in his last few years?” Dad picked up Dylan. “I don’t want you getting hurt either, but the pain can only be transferred between biological brothers.” They then rushed him to the hospital. I picked up the wristband from the ground. A message popped up on the screen. [Do you want to transfer your remaining lifespan to the linked user?] Without any hesitation, I pressed confirm.