Bromance Twitter Novels & Stories

Tommy, my best friend came over this morning for us to play video games and just enjoy the weekend. “Dude, you remember Melissa? We went to college with her? Big titties?” He grinned positioning both hands infront of his chest trying to create an image of big boobs. “Yeah...Yeah. What she been up to?” “So I run into her and a couple of her friends a few days back and she was asking of you, man. I think she is still into you.”

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?

He was angry. "Chill, dude. What's the problem?" Nic groaned while holding my shoulder. I saw that Bryan clenched his fist even more as his eyes glazed over at Nic's hand holding my shoulder. "Back off. It's none of your business. "Bryan answered seriously, still looking at Nic's hands and my shoulders. "My fiancee is involved here. That makes this thing my business." Nic said gently. "Fiancee? Right!" Bryan sarcastically said and laughed bitterly and left.

He started by stating the reason we were all there, congratulating every student on their graduation. “Tonight, the goddess has blessed us with a full moon, the perfect night to find our mates, to connect with the ones we love and bond with our life partners.” He uttered then briefly glanced at me, causing butterflies to flutter in my stomach. “He's talking about you…” Xyla cooed and I smiled. “Stop it!” I chastised her, softly. “I'm not exempted, I also have a mate and she's the best thing that can happen to me!” Xandros announced.

Regardless, it was hot as sin watching her enchant Brock—a man who was not easily enchanted. An hour later, Cam was on his third shot and Domini and Brock had quit drinking entirely. But they hadn’t stopped the sexy banter, arguing the pros and cons of mail-order brides. “Not speaking the same language would be a huge bonus,” Brock pointed out. “Then she couldn’t nag me.” “You, Brock Tennyson, are trying to get under my skin.” “No, sweetheart, I’m trying to get into your pants.” He waggled his eyebrows suggestively. “Is it working?”