A Very Merry Bromance Novels & Stories

the moment I step inside the canopy Brooke bounces up to me. "Hey, Liam do you like your outfit?" "It's great, thank you, Brooke, couldn't have picked better myself?" A cheesy grin spread across my face. "You are very welcome!" She has a playful smirk on her face while the cheers and banter start from pretty much everyone that passes me, it's all in the name of a good laugh but Brooke is lucky I love her I can tell you that much! The moment I reach the table I look over and see Bethany dancing with Ashley and Katie and I'm not impressed. That certainly ain't no fucking nun costume!

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.

Bonfires crackled, casting warm, golden light upon the gathering. Feasts spread across makeshift tables, showcasing the regions' culinary delights. Laughter and stories flowed freely, as warriors shared tales of valor and camaraderie. Brody, still recovering, smiled wistfully. "Never thought I'd see this day... or enjoy another sunset." Athena's hand found his, her eyes shining. "You'll see many more, Brody. Together." Jasper raised his voice, addressing the assembly. "Today, we honor our fallen, our bravery, and our unity!"

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?”

Dylan replied back with a wide smile that reached his eyes and his deep voice rich with love and s*x. Amanda blushed and lowered her eyes while Dylan softly chuckled as he helped her up. He softly kissed the back of her hand before letting her go and almost everyone in the room cooed at the beautiful Gamma romance on stage. "These people have no idea that they are wild beasts in human skin who f*ck like rabbits whenever and wherever possible,” Zeke commented, making Kai turn his head away so that his eagle eyed grandma did not spot him laughing like a hooligan. The same however, could not be said about Dominic and Ryan who burst out laughing and made many Alphas and Betas out there envious o

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.

“But I urge you two… and everyone here, to be open to working together and finding common ground. Maybe not as best friends, but as civilized acquaintances at the very least.” Logan and Bram are still staring at each other like two wolves about to fight over a carcass. “I promise I will play nice,” Bram says. “I will not be difficult.” “Me neither. This is going to be awesome,” Logan mutters in a sarcastic tone that suggests he hopes Bram dies peacefully in his sleep. “Don’t stab him with a toothbrush,” I whisper to Bram. “No promises,” Bram whispers back, as April starts distributing the keys.

Somehow, we were arguing in that enthusiastic, hungry way people do when they're enjoying themselves. And I realized something: for ten full minutes, I forgot how much I hated him. I faltered mid-sentence, catching the way he looked at me. He was laughing. Actually laughing. My stomach twisted. Could he read my thoughts? “Have another drink,” he said, handing me a glass. “We’ve got time before the bell.” He paused, then gestured toward the young actress playing the daughter. “That one has a future, don’t you think?” I nodded, sipping my vodka and tonic. “Absolutely.”