Bro Code Rules Novels & Stories

“Nothing. Don’t mind me. And yeah, maybe I’m slowly accepting him into our lives. After all, I can’t do anything about what’s already done, like you said before, right?” Phew! I thought he meant something else. “That’s good. I really think you two would make good brothers if you grew closer.” Brothers, my ass. That’s literally my boyfriend. We spent the morning golfing before heading to a restaurant for lunch afterward. Franco turned out to be surprisingly competitive, and by the end of the game, he wouldn’t stop bragging about beating me on one hole. “It was literally one shot,” I reminded him while cutting into my steak. “A win is a win,” he said proudly.

“Don't be afraid. I'm sure your brother will be there and even though he's a jerk, he won't let any else that isn't him or Sean mess with you and I'll have your back. I guess she is right. My brother may like to make stupid remarks about me, but he only allows Sean to go along with it. If anyone else tries, he shuts them down hard. Last year he broke a boy's nose for calling me a tease. Hopefully tonight doesn't take a horrible turn.

It became the organization who would deal directly with other supernatural nations, they would also install some code of conduct amongst us and control the wilder elements of our kin. Anyone could create a pack, but it would not be a legitimate pack until it received approbation by the Brotherhood. They also established rules to interact and most of all settle disputes between packs in a civilized way. Things like declaring open war was generally not a good way to make friends with the brotherhood. Creating a pack made of other packs was also another way not to make friends with them. I’m not a Brotherhood favorite, let’s just agree to that.

I mumble, pulling myself from Virginia's arms and run from the room. I run. I don't stop; I just run. RULES LEFT UNBROKEN; 1) no sex 4) one on one; no introducing friends 5) 1 year max 6) one date per week each 9) the unsuccessful mate loses bond but no falling out between family members 10) no boasting, bribing or blackmailing.

Marcus walked to the far edge, putting distance between us, his back to me. "This is your last chance to walk away," he said without turning around. "Once we cross this line, we can't uncross it. You understand that?" "I understand." "Do you?" He finally turned, and the raw need on his face made my breath catch. "Because I need you to be sure, Jake. I need you to be absolutely certain this is what you want. Because if we do this – if I touch you – I won't be gentle. I won't hold back. I've been holding back for too long."

He grabs my hand and places it directly on his crotch instead Rock hard. I gulp. My boner is straining against my shorts too. I take in a deep breath "Shouldn't we ... have some rules?" I say with some hesitation Both men stay quiet and I let it sit there for a couple seconds to see if anyone will respond "Like ... the bro code but for bros who fuck each oth-" my voice trails off Another couple seconds of agonizing silence passes Blake clasps his free hand around mine. But it's Louis who speaks first

"It's the Brooks family's rule! To prevent the Brooks family's descendants from messing around with men and women outside and affecting the operation of Brooks Corporation, the old man specially set a rule. That is, if you're not the Brooks family's legitimate son, you can't control Brooks Corporation. "If Matteo is an illegitimate child, then he has to hand over the power of the CEO. Not only that, but he also has to give up shares in Brooks Corporation! Because according to the old man's rules, Winston can't pass shares to him!"

“She’s a bitch.” “I know, man.” “A slut.” Colton smiled. “Ain’t that the damn truth.” “She had it coming, you know?” “Damn right,” he said, leaning forward, his elbows on the table. “Can’t trust a ho, my friend,”Brody said, joint in hand, as he turned away from the window and slid down the wall to sit on the floor. “Rule numero uno in the Bro Code, shit head.” “I know, I know, I know.” He looked at her. Thought again of her lips on his as she’d gasped when he’d shoved himself deep, her hips pulling back in shock, her palms pushing him away in panic. He smiled.

I know he’s uncomfortable. “So, let me get this straight. No bonding and no claiming each other are the only rules for our situation.” I smiled, “Those are the ground rules, but I’m going to add no fighting.” Creed smirked and nodded his head. He knows he was wrong for going after Dawson. “Outside those rules, any of your mates can do whatever they want with you.” He slipped off his shoes and started walking closer to me. I nodded, “Anything I agree with and want.”

Ava’s POV There were only a few rules I lived by in college. Rule number one? Never fall for a jock. It wasn’t just a personal preference. It was survival; I had to avoid them in order to do well. I had seen too many smart girls throw away their GPA for a 6'0 something guy with biceps, a quarterback playboy and a bad attendance record. Not me, no way, I'll never do that, that's how I survived my first year in Westbridge University, and I'm not going to break that rule in my second year.