Brother In Law Novels & Stories

But, as soon as I step out of the elevator, an older lady with purple framed glasses looks at me questioningly. "May I help you?" "Yes, I came to give breakfast to Mr. Crosswalk." She raises an eyebrow at me. "Do you have an appointment? Because you don't look like a delivery girl." She narrows her eyes at me and gives me a once over. My cheeks heat in response. "Anthony is my father in law." "Ah, so you're Sebastian's wife." "Yes." "Hmm...maybe you're not keeping him happy enough." My eyes widen in anger. How dare she?

Suddenly, Ryker calloused hands moved up from the back of my legs, up to the tip of my flimsy hands, I let out a shallow breath, trying to fight back the numerous voices fighting in my head. To give in or to lash out at my brother-in-law for doing this a few weeks after his wife's death but I couldn't. Because my body needs resonated with his so hard, fuck, it's been a while I got laid, Elijah does a bad job in getting me satisfied, it's been more than a year we had sex last. "Ryker." I moaned, my legs failed to hold me up but Ryker was quick to hold me onto his lap.

, Her brother’s voice was clear and steady and for some reason, made her feel much better, even though she couldn’t exactly place why she wasn’t feeling great initially. “Hey Doc, how was your surgery?”, she asked as she always did when her brother had to go into the operating room. “Great actually. The patient is awake and speaking, no complications ma’am”, he answered lightheartedly, and Elara smiled. “Good, congrats. Have you spoken to Mom?” “Yes, I have. Heard about your little hysteria”, Elias chuckled and Elara groaned. “I was worried, okay? Sue me”. “I get you, love”, he was still laughing. “How was your test? Did you eventually study the section on morality?” Elias was very invested

I don't have the time or patience for these types of questions but I need to keep my cool right now. "I'm good, brother. What's going on with you? I assume if you're calling me then I can help you?" He's my brother-in-law but I'm not in denial of who he is. He's a mafia don. He's ruthless and a nasty piece of work but he treats my sister like a queen and he's always been good to my family so I'm praying that it will help me right now. "You can. I have a big problem and you have the answer."

“Come with me, “ The man says and takes me to an office at the end of the corridor. I see him as soon as the officer opens the door. Max is sitting awkwardly in the chair, face and forearms bruised. I have never been to a police department or an interrogation room but it’s not much different from the ones in movies. Only a bit darker. He looks dishevelled, I notice the bigger cut on his face. Knuckles bruised. “Max?” I ask and sit opposite him. The police officer takes the seat between us. “What the hell happened? “ I ask. “Nothing,” Max folds his arms and flinches. When he leans carefully back. “Are you fucking kidding me?” I raise my voice. “What is going on here?” “Mister Hale, “ the

I thanked the two. Damian never showed up. I figured he was busy with the woman. I really did not know why it bothered me so much. Damian was my brother-in-law. He’s single. He is a man with needs. And his business was not my business. I tried to constantly remind myself of that. Maybe it was because in the short time we spent together, living in one house, I learned to appreciate him. He may act rude, grumpy, and tough, but deep down, he is also someone who needs concern from the people around him.

Something that started with me being very clear about what was happening and ended with me still inside this family when the five days were up. What was happening was this. I had slept with my brother-in-law. Twice. The first time by accident, in the dark, drunk and mistaken. The second time was not the same category and I was not going to spend any more energy pretending it was. I had gone to that room knowing what I was walking toward and I had done it anyway and I had felt more in those hours than I had in a year of trying to manufacture something with a man who did not want me. That was the part I could not sit with.

Uhmm… “Sweetheart, you look gorgeous,” he said, lining his upper lip with his tongue while staring at me with those seductive eyes. Rain. That was Rain. My husband's brother. One of the triplet brother in-laws and the most forward and radical of them all. Even though they were identical, it was very easy for me to differentiate them from each other—thanks to their personalities. “Thanks, Rain, you look handsome yourself,” I said, smiling. He nodded. “I know, right? I'm so handsome and sexy, but you still chose to be with that vulture.”

Before I could ask the question that was violently tugging the back of my mind Jane chipped in. “This is Jeph, your father’s brother ,your uncle.” The words reverberated throughout my very soul as I stared at my only surviving family.

My Brother Luis hesitates beside me, his gaze flicking between the letter and my face. “It could mean anything—a title, a person, maybe a rank.” I turn to him, brow furrowing as my mind races. “Or a brother”, the words slip out before I can stop them, my chest tightening with a mix of hope and fear.