Bro Books Novels & Stories

My voice cracked halfway through. I found myself walking, fast, my heels clicking down the hall until I reached his study. The door wasn’t locked. The scent hit first—his cologne, faint but still there, mixed with whiskey and paper. The desk was neat, like everything else he touched, except for a pile of books stacked carelessly on one corner. I sank into his chair and let the tears fall—quiet, tired sobs that left my throat raw. When the crying stopped, I wiped my face with my sleeve and looked at the books again. Old, leather-bound, edges worn. I leaned closer.

The wound in Selene's forehead has slowly healed, but then something else has started to grow in her heart. A soft, undeniable feeling has bloomed every time she speaks or spends time with Lewie. He visits her every day, often with different varieties of snacks she likes, fresh flowers, and books she didn’t ask for. “Why bring a book for a patient who has a head injury?” She would ask pretending not to care. But the truth was that she looked forward to the sound of his footsteps in the hallway. Sometimes, when he sat beside her, scrolling on his phone or teasing her, she would catch herself smiling for no reason.

Please note, from this point forward, it is Lorenzo's story. Then it continues into Dario's I hope you have enjoyed reading Lucia and Marcos's story. As you have read, Marco's is a similar theme, with some of the same trigger warnings. Lorenzo's story also features alcohol abuse, sex, alcohol and fighting used as a coping vice. Lorenzo's story also features many flashbacks where he remembers his childhood and his mother's abuse. This story, like Lucia's is not a fade to black story. So some scenes may be hard to read. So consider this before beginning to read it.

I knew immediately, he was Ramsey’s son. He looked almost exactly like his father, tall, broad shoulders, sharp jawline but there was something darker about him. His forearms were covered in tattoos that disappeared under the sleeves of his black shirt. He had a small silver piercing on his eyebrow and that smirk… God, that smirk. Arrogant, annoying and Infuriating. He looked like trouble wrapped in designer clothing. I lifted my chin slightly and walked past him without saying a word. I don’t need stepbrother drama. I’m here for one mission only.