Big Brother Novel Novels & Stories

“Why would he do that? And on my birthday? Seriously?” Jess was curled up on the couch, head tilted at me as if watching a live show. “Do you want me to say something, or are we still in the monologue stage?” I spun around to face her. “Christian is such an asshole. Like… like the biggest one. Who fights his brother at his wife’s birthday party?” Lucas, who had been quiet all through, let out a low whistle from the armchair, loosening his tie. “Honestly, I’ve seen worse—but not by much.”

“Art, here are Daniel and Elsa Brooke. They are Emily’s parents.” Daniel and Elsa knew Arturo was an old billionaire in the capital, but they didn’t know he was a mafia leader. So, they were enthusiastic to meet with him. After shaking hands and exchanging greetings, Arturo smiled at the happy parents. “It’s great to get to know both of you. Jacob is more like a son to me. I only have a son, and my son also thinks of Jacob as his brother. Your future son-in-law is a great man. I’m so proud of him.”

An anxious ache that isn't excited or happy. “Yesterday I was in the middle of negotiation talks with TimberTech when I get a phone call that my brother is having a romantic dinner with someone who isn't his fiancee.” Christopher sits tall in the chair. He doesn't sprawl into it like Jonathan did. Christopher is controlled and elegant. “Having dinner with someone isn't a crime,” I reply, crossing my arms.

I replied as I got to business ignoring him, even though he too also ignored me. I already missed seeing his face, I guessed that's the main reason I came around. I cleaned the Library last and I sat down to read the most interesting and horrific Novel I have ever laid my hands on. People keep dying if they make noise and what is giving suspense now is that the main author's junior sister was just kidnapped by something I don't know and the main actor looked worried, afraid of the fact that his junior sister might have died the same miserable and horrific death his senior sister died. Well, I would have liked to read the novel finished today but I don't want Damon to suspect that I am taking

Maxwell – POV You’d think growing up under the same roof made us brothers. Shared meals. Shared rooms. Shared ghosts. But the truth? Matteo and I were never cut from the same cloth. His parents took me in when I was just a baby, no name, no bloodline, nothing but a bundle of cries left on a dirty blanket at the edge of an alley. A street rat nobody wanted. Except them. They gave me food. A warm bed. A name that meant something in a world where names were currency.

"Yes, Big Brother Ethan is the eldest grandson of the Ethan family." "Then why did they want to kill him?" Adeline sighed softly and continued, "It's like this in the rich and powerful families. Sometimes, even if you don't want anything or fight for anything, you will still be a thorn in the side. The Ethan family and the Lockwood family are almost equal. But for some personal reasons, Brother Ethan doesn't want to take over the business of the Ethan family, so it has always been Big Brother's younger brother who is in charge of it. But the speaker is Big Brother Ethan's grandfather. I heard that Big Brother Ethan's grandpa is not in good health recently. Maybe it's because of this reason t

Auxel, who was closest to the chair, immediately opened the goodie bag, and took out two books that were quite thick. As he flipped through the book, he saw the title of a novel that had made his travel across America just to get it. "Crazy!" the man said involuntarily. Brandon immediately picked up the book, and his eyes opened wide. "Axel, where did you get this novel?" "It's no longer in production because Little White Rose is on hiatus. In fact, we read this novel in turn from the community we joined." Axel didn't answer immediately, he chose to enjoy the taste of caramel macchiato that always made him happy.

“Never again.” The vows were simple. Honest. Real. And when they kissed, it wasn’t a revelation. It was a continuation. Some love stories begin loudly. Others survive everything first. _____________ Author’s Note Thank you for reading The Billionaire’s Proxy Bride. What began as an idea grew into something far bigger than I imagined, and the support and encouragement I’ve received along the way have meant more than I can properly put into words.Thank you for staying until the end. Thank you for believing in Lena, Damon, and Amara. Thank you for trusting me with your time. Until I write again. 💛

Broken By the Billionaire Mafia Chapter Four Jessica's POV My head felt foggy like an internal battle with swords, dragons, and horses. Extreme lighting peeked into my eyes and I winced before slowly opening my eyes and a different view serenades. Did I die and go to heaven? The room wasn't far from an exotic bedroom that cost a huge buck, from the huge bed to the glassy walls in those high budget movies and the walls were artistically painted. It was extremely furnished, something I'd love.

Then, a rasping voice, laced with a hint of madness, emerged from the darkness beneath the hood. "I… I was a scholar," it croaked, "driven by a thirst for knowledge forbidden. Now, I am… trapped, consumed by the whispers." A wave of empathy washed over Maya, the tracker known for her keen senses and compassionate nature. "We can help you," she offered cautiously, "but you have to let go of the book." The figure clutched the book tighter, its knuckles turning white. "The power… it promises freedom," it rasped, the whispers intertwining with its words. "Freedom from pain, from fear… from everything."