Big Brother Novel Romane & Geschichten

After her father walks out on their family for his secretary, seventeen-year-old Miley’s world crumbles overnight. With her mother barely holding it together, they move to a quiet suburb hoping for a fresh start. But peace is the last thing Miley finds. Because the boy next door? He’s a walking headache with a six-pack and a smirk. Shirtless. Arrogant. And totally infuriating. Their first interaction? He flips her off. Their second? He calls her “darling” like it’s his full-time job to get under her skin. She wants to hate him. She should hate him. But Jordan isn’t just Liv’s older brother—he’s a tangled mix of charm, mystery, and a past he won’t talk about. And worse, he’s seeing straight through her walls. As secrets unravel and sparks fly, Miley is forced to confront everything she’s running from: heartbreak, trust, and the terrifying possibility that sometimes the person you hate the most… is the only one who truly sees you.

He’s my sister’s fiancé. Completely off-limits. But He’s also the man I can’t stop craving. For months, I buried my obsession with Ethan Hunter. The cold, commanding CEO of Hunter Corp. A man whose voice alone makes my pulse stutter… and whose ring belongs on my sister’s finger. So why can’t I forget that night? The way his hands tangled in my hair. The way he looked at me like I was a mistake he wanted to make twice. The way I gave in… knowing I never should. And I’m supposed to stand there and watch him become hers? I can't let that wedding happen. I can't allow him slip away, no matter how wrong it is. Ethan Hunter is mine! **A steamy, slow-burn MM taboo romance full of dominance, guilt, and nights that should never have happened.*

Late one night, I was scrolling through social media and stumbled upon a trending post. "Does your husband ever say you're obsessed with your brother?" One comment sat at the top with thousands of likes. The profile picture showed a cartoon girl covering her mouth, laughing. "Oh, I can answer this one! My husband used to say that too, but here's the thing: he's actually the son I had when I was 19!" Every word oozed with smug satisfaction. Some commenters tore into her, calling her manipulative and her husband a total sucker. She only got bolder. She posted a screenshot of a bank transfer with the details blurred out, right next to a photo of limited-edition sneakers. "All my son had to say was he liked them, and my husband caved! Then he gave him extra cash for a fancy dinner!” "A guy like this? If I don't milk him, who will?" I stared at the sneakers and the transfer amount. They matched exactly what I had bought for my "brother-in-law" that afternoon and the money I had just sent him. Down to the last cent. Ice shot through my veins. That sucker she was bragging about? That was me.

This is a story of a certain girl Ally who fell in love with her boyfriend's twin brother Jan Lee. It's started through an incident when her boyfriend Jim Han didn't really care for her anymore and didn't keep his word in meeting up with her. In spite of Jim Han's negligence, Ally still loved him. She did everything to save their relationship and still consistent with her feelings for him. One time, she was disappointed to Jim Han. Ally looked for Jim Han in the places where they used to meet to deal with his mistakes but she didn't find him. In unexpected chance she mistaken a man her boyfriend in a certain coffee shop. She directly slapped the guy and brought all her pain to him but she was shocked when she found out that it was the twin brother of her boyfriend. She was ashamed of what she has done but things changed when Jan Lee the twin of her boyfriend did not revenged. Later on, Ally feels differently after she meets Jan Lee.

Blurb: She was his brother's wife. Now she's his obsession. Scarlet Cole endured six years of a loveless marriage, watching her light dim as her husband Lucas and his family crushed her spirit. When she discovers Lucas's affair with her own stepsister, pregnant with his child, Scarlet finally walks away. But freedom comes at a price. Enter Damian Cole: ruthless, dangerous, and harboring a decade-long obsession with his brother's wife. He's watched her suffer in silence, memorized every flinch, every forced smile. Now that she's free, he'll stop at nothing to claim her, even if it means crossing every moral line. "This is wrong," I whispered, even as heat pooled low in my belly. "You're Lucas's brother." "He stopped being my brother the day he made you cry." "Damian..." "Six years, Scarlet." His thumb brushed my lower lip, and I trembled. "Six years of wanting something I couldn't have. Of watching you slowly disappear. Of hating myself for wanting you when you belonged to someone else." I feel my heart tug, "I don't belong to anyone." "You do now." His eyes darkened, possessive and raw. I should protest. I should remind him of the boundaries we'd agreed on. Instead, I breathed, "Then take what's yours... I want you to claim me as yours," I said

I was the Alpha's personal Tarot diviner. On the eve of my coming-of-age ceremony, he asked me to choose one of his two sons as my mate. "Seraphina, whoever you choose will inherit everything I have — including the title of Alpha." In my previous life, I was hopelessly in love with his younger son, Theodore. I chose him without a second thought. But on our wedding day, he locked me in the basement and drove a wolfsbane-laced dagger through my heart. "If you hadn't rigged the Tarot reading to force me into marrying you, Sophia wouldn't have run from the pack in heartbreak — and the hunters wouldn't have torn her apart." "Now I'm sending you to hell to beg for her forgiveness!" The venom spread through my veins. I let out an agonized howl and died in despair. But the Moon Goddess granted me another chance. I was back — standing right where I'd been the day the Alpha asked me to draw a Tarot card. My fingers hovered over the same card I'd chosen in my last life. The Alpha looked at me. "This one?" Without hesitation, I picked up the very same card. "Yes."

“Your groom isn’t coming.” Those four words destroy Clarissa Ward’s world. After four years together, Luca Richard abandons her on their wedding day, leaving her humiliated in front of hundreds of guests. She expects the wedding to be canceled. Instead, the impossible happens. Luca’s older brother steps forward. Powerful. Ruthless. Untouchable. Charles Richard looks at the stunned crowd and says, “Continue the ceremony.” The next thing Clarissa knows, she is standing at the altar with a different man. A man she never truly understood. A man who has watched her for far longer than she realizes. A man who whispers in her ear after their vows: “You were never meant to be his.” Now trapped inside the powerful Richard family, Clarissa must navigate a mansion filled with secrets, hidden agendas, and enemies hiding behind polite smiles. A god-sister who believes she should have been Charles’s wife. A cousin who betrayed her in the worst possible way. A family determined to test whether she belongs among them. And a husband whose feelings are far more dangerous than his cold reputation. Because the biggest secret isn’t why Luca left. It’s why Charles stayed. And when the truth finally comes out, Clarissa will have to decide whether the man who saved her at the altar is also the man who has been quietly stealing her heart all along. “Tell me the truth, Charles.” He holds her gaze. “I’ve been trying not to love you for years.”

Rhett’s voice dropped to a menacing growl, planning to seize Kaela’s inheritance by taking advantage of her supposed memory loss, lack of pack and status. He asked his brother Taren to pretend to be her mate, while he himself would appear as a couple with Selene—Kaela’s former best friend. After the pack ambush, Rhett immediately schemed for Kaela’s wealth, throwing away their five-year relationship without hesitation. But Kaela had never lost her memories. She faked amnesia, and surprisingly, Taren had been on her side from the start. Together, they exposed Rhett’s corruption and destroyed Selene’s influence. When Rhett learned Kaela and Taren had been together, he broke down and begged her to return. Kaela rejected him coldly, leaving Rhett trapped in lies and regret until he descended into madness. Taren stayed by Kaela’s side as an equal. One night, he kissed her and confessed the truth: he had been in love with her for years.

"Are you a good girl?" He asked in a husky voice reserved only for her. "Yes." She could barely calm her erratic breathing to squeeze that out. "Yes, What?" He loosened his chokehold on her neck in an uninterested manner, making her squirm underneath him impatiently. "Yes, Alpha!" She moaned as he tightened his grip on her neck, not too much to restrict breathing, but just enough to show who was in control. "Now, tell me what would you like me to do to you. Say it in detail." He leaned closer and his hot breath fanned her ear, sending delicious tingles down her body. What had she gotten herself into? . Zoe Simmons had a good life. She was the Beta's daughter, in love with her boyfriend. She didn't get her wolf at sixteen like normal werewolves which was stressful, but she stayed hopeful. She trained well and was looking forward to a happily ever after. That was until a new girl was introduced to the pack at the weekly meeting and Zoe noticed how her long-term boyfriend, John, couldn't keep his eyes off of her. But that was only the beginning of her troubles. John replaced her father as the next beta and framed him for embezzlement. Began blatantly cheating on her and then broke off their relationship, only to invite her to his engagement. Heartbroken and lonely, Zoe bumped into a mysterious stranger who reeked of power. Read to find where one night of passion can lead to. What happens when one finds their mate but loses them to their own indecision an then has to run after them to seek forgiveness and a second chance?

At the auction, Victor raised his paddle and won the twenty-three-carat rough pink diamond. He waved a casual hand. "It's for Lillian." Sitting beside him, I went still, a tremor running through me so faint no one noticed. Only then did he seem to remember me. "Use the leftovers for a pair of earrings," he added, almost as an afterthought. "Give them to Claudia." Later, I followed the family's orders and married him. I became the Donna of the Medici Family. We spent a steady, loveless lifetime together. On my deathbed, Victor held my hand and asked if I had any last wishes. I looked at my jewelry box. The top tray was filled with pieces made from his scraps, the leftovers from every gift he'd ever given Lillian. I drew my last breath without answering. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the moment the two Families were competing for the Medici Donna's seat. In my previous life, I'd held the Smith & Wesson, fired ten shots, and hit ten bullseyes. The old Don had named me the future Donna of his Family on the spot. This time, I let out a slow breath and pulled the trigger. I missed on purpose.