Big Brother Book Novels & Stories

This book has found you for a reason. Or maybe fate has led you here. So buckle up, sit back, grab some popcorn and relax as I take you on this chaotic ride that is going to change your life forever. I will tell you how I became a trillionaire, got revenge on my enemies and had the most eligible and richest bachelors chasing me at the age of eighteen. Only a complete nincompoop will dare to close their eyes and shut their ears as I tell my story. Don’t do that.

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Before I could speak, he chided, “Dates, that’s what they’ll be. You’ll have a curfew.” I cocked a brow. “What am I, five?” “No. But you’re my sister.” I glanced at the door to the bridal suite as Bella stepped out in her wedding gown with her brother, Matteo Rossi, who was also a Capo as Adonis. We were in his territory, within the boundaries of the Chicago Outfit.

He just looks like he doesn't care, but he still won't let him be bullied. "And then, this person, oh, let's call her dear Elisia." Nodding her head, she continued, "Elisia here accused me of stealing her boyfriend, a claim so baseless that it's almost comical. I almost laughed when he said that. I would have ignored her, but, Dad, Big Brothers, she slapped me. So I couldn't stop myself anymore. I revealed the real entertainment, and it began when I decided to shed light on her own secrets.” She then looked at her father innocently. "I only did the right thing, Dad, right?"

My heart was beating wildly in my chest, but I was a better actor than I thought. "What do you read?" "Um," I frowned, thinking quickly. "I'm in the mid-dle of a book called Christine right now. I circle different authors, and when I find ones I like, I go through the backlist, but not all at once, and I'm back on Stephen King for now. After that one, I'll read Carrie and The Shining, then find something else to read."

Much like he'd looked as he had stood on Carrie's porch watching the clouds slowly travel across the sky while calmly sipping his coffee despite the chaos going on around him. Ben returned carrying a load of books in his arms. He heaved the heavy books onto the table before me. I looked down and was surprised at what I saw there. I didn’t know what I had expected. With all that had happened, I had envisioned fantasies of witchcraft, vampirism, mutants, and numerous other explanations involving mythological figures but this I hadn’t anticipated. At the very top of the considerable pile of books lay the King James Bible. “Just the tip of the iceberg, baby.” Richard said as he looked at me and

Birdie stepped out of the room and came back with a glass of water for me to calm down. I drank the water halfway through the cup and took a deep breath before speaking again. As I explained everything from meeting Liam and falling in love, and ending up having his baby, I wanted to be sure Birdie understood. I know she would. Birdie was like me when she had her son but the difference between Orlando and Liam; one is a crook, and one is a boy who seems trapped. Not physically but verbally. And somehow, I could never reach him.

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She let out a breath, shaking her head as she left the chair before pointing at me. “Let me break it down for you to understand. The bookshop you lockpicked— don't even fucking argue against that. I know for a FACT thai I locked it— and intruded on is MINE and it's on the other side of this room which I ALSO own because I own the entire BUILDING.” She huffed indignantly.

Or just sibling rivalry? I glance at him. His expression is relaxed, almost playful, like a man with nothing to hide. And yet… “You know,” I say carefully, keeping my tone light, “earlier—” “—I never told you about the time my dad tried to grill steak with a flamethrower,” Rico interrupts smoothly. I blink. “What?” “Oh yeah,” he says, animated now. “Swear on my life. The man nearly burned down half the backyard. Zayne was there too—”