Bromance Twitter Novels & Stories

"It's a pleasure and an honor to be part of this, Rafa!" "It's official, crazy people attract crazy people! You should keep Hannah away from Renata, but apparently, you like living dangerously!" Breno joked, making us laugh, and hugged me. "I'll be there with great pride!" "And lastly, this creature who arrived last, has no filter and sometimes I don't know if he's my daughter's stepfather or her twin brother, but who's always by our side. Boris, you make Rai happy and we've become brothers, it means a lot to me to have you by my side as my groomsman!"

he whispers roughly in my ear. I roll my eyes but can't hide my smile. "You first." His smirk is a dare. "Bet." My heart stutters. Wait, is he serious? The idea of my name marked on his skin, alongside all his other tattoos, has heat pooling low in my belly. But before I can get too lost in that fantasy, Gray steps forward, raising a glass. "To King and Alyssa," he announces, his deep voice echoing through the barn. "May your bond be as strong as the steel of our bikes and as endless as the open road."

Some people started following him, while others unfollowed him. Some blessed him, others cursed him, and some just watched from the sidelines, but since he tagged Dexie, his phone kept ringing at this moment. He had no choice but to turn off his notifications. Luke's Twitter post consisted of a straightforward sentence and a straightforward image. The image was that of his marriage certificates. After tagging Dexie, the accompanying text read: Mrs. Huxley, good evening. With such a simple sentence, plus the photo of the marriage certificates and Mrs. Huxley's handle, Twitter buzzed, #marriageannouncement.

Bruno and Beauty began trending and exploding online. "Can you believe this?" one fan tweeted, her hands shaking as she posted. "Bruno Hathaway just kissed a plus-size woman right here in front of everyone. Love doesn't care about size, y'all! Who knew a man like that, surrounded by models, would choose her type... she's beautiful too... lucky girl." "Wait, that is Beauty Hills! She was my classmate back in high school," someone else tweeted. "He can do better, what a letdown.

“Yeah, fate must have a pretty twisted sense of humor. Brings two sworn enemies together and calls it ‘romance.’” Everyone bursts into laughter again, and I instinctively lean into Damon. He responds by draping an arm around me, pulling me closer with that effortless confidence of his. I don’t know when this became so natural, but it feels like it was always meant to be. Brooke rolls his eyes dramatically. “Ugh, spare us. You’ve had enough lovey-dovey upstairs. Don’t bring that mushy energy down here.” More laughter follows. But then—everything changes.

She ran past me with her phone pressed to her ear as she excitedly told her friend about an upcoming sleepover plan. “Join me at the balcony for some wine?” Bryan asked, holding his hand out and I sprinted towards him. **** “A toast to Orion,” I whispered as I lifted my glass. Bryan mirrored my actions and held his glass closer to mine. “To brotherhood,” We clinked our glasses and drank. “To family,” I said as we raised them again. “To love,” “To friendship,” We clinked the glasses and sat there silently. “Do you think he's angry with me because he's there and I'm here with you and the kids?” Bryan asked and I turned to face him.

There were also some silly convos that caught my attention. @johannhidalgo: We had so much fun there! Love you my dance partner forever @waltermendoza! Hahaha! @waltermendoza: Absolutely, bro! I love you, too! Always and forever. Lol! @chrissalvatore: Come on, guys! I’m so fed up with your bromance together! Thankfully, I enjoyed our Lake Sebu trip completely because I danced with @sassytamara at Punta Isla Resort. Haha! Right, Tami?

After Seth was gone I laid around most of the day, Brooke had called around lunch and I talked to her for a bit. We mostly talked about Dutch and his Twitter rant he was having for the day. I think she had realized that he still has some major growing up to do. The boy had no filter and no chill mode whatsoever.

“We’ve played basketball. Shared memes. He’s actually pretty funny, you know, when he’s not brooding.” My eyes shot toward Damon, who finally let a small smile slip. My stomach betrayed me with a tiny, traitorous flutter that I crushed down immediately. I folded my arms, trying to look unimpressed. “I cannot believe this. Nate, you don’t even respond to my texts half the time, and yet him—” I jabbed a thumb toward Damon, “—you’re swapping memes with like it’s some sacred bromance?” Nate had the audacity to look thoughtful. “Well, he replies faster.”

Many of them, sometimes all at the same time. He’s completely shameless. “Sounds like a ‘you’ problem.” I shrug it off and leave him with his fan group as they slowly start to swarm him. His best friend saunters past me, the same swaggering walk as Dane, with a wink as he heads his way and gets an eyeroll in response. Another beefy hot boy, although that one isn’t as pierced and inked as my brother. Tyler and Dane are those two kids every high school has. Hot, muscular jock types who pair up young and have this bromance where they do everything in sync and become legends for the less worthy. Sometimes even the same girls.