A Very Merry Bromance Novels & Stories

It’s just an unspoken rule that none of us bring it up or discuss it at all. Ben is our dark haired, tattooed and broody Beta. Tommy is our fun loving Delta and Jason our blonde surfer boy Gamma. They are all tall, and wide like Jer, with Adonis muscles crammed into too tight shirts. I always wonder if that’s on purpose or if they just can’t be bothered to find clothes that fit. They all do the bro hug thing as we meet up and each one gives me a hug and kiss on the head or cheek. It’s all very public and very much on purpose after last year.

I agreed while kissing him with all the love and relief and desperate joy flooding through me. When we finally broke apart his brothers were watching with expressions ranging from amused to exasperated. "Are you two done being disgustingly romantic?" Jayce called. "Because some of us would like to celebrate not dying." "We're never done," Alex shot back while keeping his arms around me. "Get used to disappointment." "I'm already used to it," Jayce said. "I have two older brothers, disappointment is my default state." Laughter rippled through both groups and I felt pack bonds forming between wolves who'd been strangers minutes ago, felt alliance becoming real.

He is simply obeying orders. Nothing more. I should be relieved. But I realize I am not. I was starting to like the idea of Brock liking me. More than the thought of Jeremiah liking me... The others looks uncomfortable. Brock glowers at Ethan. "Are you going to apologize?" He is pulling rank. Ethan clearly hates it. He grits his teeth. "Sorry, Beta," he mutters. Brock remains stony faced. "Well, look," Beth says, attempting to lighten the awkwardness. "Why don't we all go to the river together? Swim? Fish?"

When the Alpha and Luna say goodbye and leave, all the brakes go off. The music becomes a tumultuous mix and the wolves go wild on the dance floor. The alcohol flows in abundance and by midnight most of those present are completely drunk. Romero seems a little tipsy too, but he manages to hold his own. I only had one glass of Amaretto liqueur, as did Meg. Now that our friends have let themselves go, we make sure we stay sober to look after them. We chill with Romero's close friends until it's time to say goodbye.

They sat close together, exchanging quiet smiles and glances. Marcus stood up, addressing the group. “I just want to say how proud I am of all of you. Today was about more than just games and fun; it was about coming together as a pack and strengthening our bonds. And I think we did just that.” The pack members cheered, raising their drinks in a toast. “To the pack!” they shouted in unison. As the evening wore on, they continued to share stories and laughter, the bond between them stronger than ever. Kieran and Seraphina exchanged a glance, knowing that their connection had deepened, and the rest of the pack felt a renewed sense of unity and purpose.

Sliding glass doors led to a balcony that showed a stunning view of the city in the distance—bright lights, so full of stories and interest. "So beautiful." she said again. He dipped his head in silent concession, moving towards the kitchen and pulling a bottle of champagne from the fridge. She recognised the label for its distinctive golden color. He took her martini glass from her and put both their glasses in the sink, then she watched as he unfurled the foil from the champagne bottle and popped the cork effortlessly, grabbing two flutes and half filling them. "Your sister is an amazing friend too," Sasha continued, desperate for something to say in order to fill up the silence, "I don’t

Abbie says and stands up holding her glass of sparkling wine. Everyone turns their attention to her, "I would like to a make a toast to my brother and his beautiful bride Bryanna, although they are legally married. Their love is what we call a true love,they have been together although the odds were against them but they never gave up. They fought for love and now they are here in love more than ever. Although things wouldn't be the same way after a few months we are here to cherish their long love and not even death could separate them" she wipes her tears.

"Okay, if you're done with your bromance, can I talk?" "Who has stopped you from talking?" The boys said together when Merry shared a look with Julian before looking at Justin, rolling her eyes. "Okay, I signed the documents. And guess what?" "Now, I am CEO of the Gilbert Industry." "Really?" Justin sang before clapping his hands. "Congratulations, Merry!" I wished for her with a big smile on my lips. "Thank you guys." Justin and Merry started to shake hands with each other through the screen. Wow, this is the cutest thing I've ever seen.

I took a step closer to him, our backs now to each other, forming a united front against the encroaching darkness. “We make a good team,” Brock muttered with an intensity that rumbled through the grimy air, his words tinged with the adrenaline of survival. “Always have,” I shot back, the corner of my mouth lifting despite the direness of our situation. The chorus of our heated defiance and the roar of the torches began to overwhelm the zombies' morbid groans. In the deadly dance of fire and flesh, I found a rhythm, moving in tandem with Brock, who seemed more like my blood-brother in arms than ever before.

I asked as they both laughed. “Nah but she has to know about our little bromance and be cool with it you know,” Jett said. “Bromance?” Finley asked and I closed my eyes wondering how long she’d been standing so close to us. “Yeah, right now we’re in a three-way,” Mac said as people close to us started to laugh. “Is that code for being gay?” she asked and I couldn’t hold back my laughter anymore. “No Mom,” I said. “No it just means we’re close as fuck and she should know that we’re always going to be there, having this one’s back,” Jett said as Kat smacked him behind his head.