A Very Merry Bromance Novels & Stories

Precious flopped down between them as Nyx crawled on the other side of Famke and hugged her tight. “Merry Christmas Nyx,” Famke turned her head sideways and smiled at her. “I’m glad you’re here.” “Famke,” Precious giggled. “Santa came. We have to go wake up Bram next.” “I’m awake,” Bram said from the doorway. “I heard them plotting last night and someone had to record this insanity.” He held his phone up as Famke lifted her head. “Sorry to ruin your plans, but I happen to know Jubilee is still sleeping. I’d love to get video of you all waking her up. I feel she’s not a morning person.”

< FERAL FURY PACK > The garden of the Feral Fury Pack was alive with laughter and chatter, a rare moment of warmth amidst the usually tense atmosphere. It was a rare sight to see everyone gathered together like this—Mikhail, Jessica, Genevieve, Spike, Luciano, Gift, Damon, and Lucifer, all sharing in the lightness of the moment. The day was perfect; the sun was setting, casting a golden glow over the flowers, and for once, it felt like a true family reunion, despite the many wounds they all carried.

Misha replied pleasantly, addressing Brock formally by both name and title. The group held their collective breath. “Oh, please don’t be alarmed. I make it my business to know my enemies.” Brock took a step forward. “Be patient, Beta Brock, you and I can dance whenever, but today, I think I am still needed,” he said coyly, winking at the pack Beta. He released Marian’s arm and stepped backward playfully. However, he did not step behind Marian. He promptly stepped in front of her, his eyes and face hardening as he stared down the pack Beta.

He took one of the golden cups from her tray. He grinned, his voice a hearty boom. “Ah! Now that’s a proper welcome!” He clapped the blushing maid on the shoulder and took one of the golden goblets. “Don’t drink it. Please, don’t drink it.” My mind chanted the words like a prayer. She was ten paces away. Five. Alpha Brom raised his cup high. “To the Crimson Pack! May our alliance be as strong as the mountain stone!” “To Stonepeak!” his table shouted back in agreement.

AVA The first time I saw Caden Duke in person, I forgot how to breathe. Which was embarrassing considering half the female population of Norwell University saw him almost every day without nearly passing out. The arena exploded into cheers as the final buzzer rang. Norwell Wolves: 4. Westbridge Titans: 1. I rose to my feet with everyone else, my banner in my hands as I cheered the loudest. The hockey team celebrated on the ice, bright lights flashing across the rink, music blasting through the speakers, and students screaming Caden’s name loud enough to shake the building.

amusement is seen on his face. I nodded and smiled. "But in all of them... Bryan is different-" "Because you never like those guys except for Bryan." Nic cut me off. Again I nodded. He was very observant, so I am more comfortable with him. Maybe if It was another guy, it probably awkward. But Nic manages to make this situation more relaxed and comfortable. "What are you planning to do?" He asked me. "I want to forget him and marry you,” I told him. He looked at me intently. "Are you sure?"

He recalibrated himself before he spoke again. "And this must be your wife." "Sloane," I said. "this is my uncle, Roman. And my aunt, Beth." Sloane extended her free hand with composure she'd clearly built for exactly this moment. She was steady and professional, with no trace of whatever nerves she'd carried in the car. She is really going with business meeting Sloane isn’t she? I thought as I looked at how she carried herself in her typical emotional armour. It was a good thing right now.

Brandon said with a serious face that was meant to intimidate his brother-in-law. Grayson nods. “I vow as your brother that I will make her happy—” “Good luck with that,” he smirks and gets a jab of Brianna’s elbow to his side. Grayson cleared his throat. “As I was saying. I vow to make her happy for the rest of her life, and though I am imperfect, I will strive to learn as we grow together.” “That is all I am asking for.” Brandon grins and locks his hand to Grayson’s forearm, knowing Bree would be in capable hands. This form of greeting, he learned, was given out to fellow werewolves to mean sincerity.

Aaron swallowed hard, shoulders slumped. “I’ll make sure she never comes near him again,” he whispered. “Just… please. No blood. Not hers.” I didn’t answer. Because I didn’t know if I could make that promise. But I knew I wouldn’t lie. Aaron nodded once, accepting that silence. Then he gave a dry laugh and looked away. “You know,” he muttered, “this is probably the closest thing we’ll ever have to a bromance.” I raised an eyebrow. “You want a bromance with the guy who punched you through a wall?”

As Katia leaned her head on Jonathan's shoulder, her eyes filled with tears. It's too much for us to accept. We can't accept this, bro," Jonathan replied, trying to return the keys to me. "Dude, you're like a brother to me, and this is what you deserve," I replied, shaking my head. Jonathan remained silent for a moment before speaking. "Thanks, man. It means a lot," Jonathan replied. "Dude, this place is overflowing with bromance," Daunte jokingly added.