Brother's Girlfriend Romance Books Novels & Stories

She was beautiful. “Damnnnn. I would totally smash that now.” Ryan had forgotten Tyler was standing right next to him. He whipped his head round so quickly he thought it would roll off. “Not a chance.” He said it without even thinking. Tyler shot him a confused look. “What’s it to you? You have Savannah. Mia’s not as hot as her.” Something about the way he was speaking made Ryan want to punch his lights out. “She’s my girlfriend’s sister.” Tyler raised his eyebrow. “Er. No, she’s not. And even if she was, it still wouldn’t matter. Sorry, bro. You’re not getting in the way of this one.”

She always enjoyed making an entrance. When she finally arrived, heads turned. Vivian looked perfect as always—her hair styled flawlessly, makeup polished, and her outfit designer from head to toe. For two years, she had been my brother Julian’s girlfriend, not until everything fell apart after she suspected he cheated. I stood to greet her and pulled out her chair. “Vivian, you look stunning.” “Adrian,” she said with a cool smile as she sat down. “It’s been a while. I was surprised when you called, especially after my breakup with your brother.”

I hovered at the doorway, drowning in the weight of my gown and the suffocating air of indifference. Alexander Westwood didn’t say a word. He walked straight to the minibar, poured himself a drink like this was just another business deal, like we hadn’t just stood in front of a hundred guests, pretending we were in love. He looked every bit the powerful CEO, ice in a perfectly tailored suit. I stood frozen, fists clenched around my veil, the ache in my chest spreading like wildfire. “Do you always look this calm after marrying your brother’s fiancée?” I asked, my voice low.

Christopher stood quite for seconds analysing his little sister-in-law who was questioned by the woman he was having an affair with. Weirdly he felt intrigued to hear her reply about this. "He is like a brother to me."

"Barely worth it." "She must've been desperate for you," a female voice chimed in. "Oh, she was dripping before I even touched her." More laughter. "God, she must smell." "Like cheap perfume and poor people," Ashley’s voice cut through. "You'd have to cover her face to fuck her, though?" My chest stopped. Please, no. "I wouldn't fuck Sloane Carter with a gun to my head." The book slipped from my hands. Jar of Hearts. The one he said we'd read together.

You have a wild imagination. Your heartbeat increases manifolds with the merest touch of his hand. Why don't you accept it? There is nothing to accept... I was married to John and for me, Robert is just my employer and John's elder brother. Employer?? But you refused to take the salary. So he is not your employer. You said you were his family. So?? He is!! He is John's brother. And what is John for you?? What kind of a question is that? Answer me. What is your relationship with John? My soul said but I could not say a word.

"You seem not to use your ear to hear at all. You feel because we had a past or because I have been pestering you to come back to me when I tell you something, you look down on me without caring that you are in my house. You are lucky that I came in at the moment. My brother is a seductor and I tell you when you fall for him your name is sorry. You may feel because I want you back that's why I am doing all this but hell no. Inasmuch as I loved you and we are not together anymore, I wouldn't want anything to happen to you. My brother and I are birds of the same feather. We use girls and dump them. I am not telling you this for you to hate him but I am telling you so you will be very careful.

I was happy the last time his ex girlfriend broke up with him, he tried to be strong but ended up crying on my shoulders, I liked the way it felt when we had body contacts. My brother expected me to be happy,to be happy that he moved on and as usual I smiled a pretentious smile and said " don't break my brother's heart" she laughed and I did too. She must think I'm a friendly person but unknown to her,I hated her deep down,I have always hated my brother's girlfriends. Even if I was a monster to the world,to my brother I was an innocent angel. I know I can never have a romantic relationship with my brother but he was the one that is always close to me. My brother who is fourteen years older

I said, as we both clung together like no one else was in the room. Then I noticed it, over Lauren's shoulder, I saw Ezekiel smiling. Not sluggish or mocking but a warm smile and right beside him– laughing easily– was my boyfriend. The hug finally broke, as Lauren wiped her tears and stepped back, her brows now were knitted together. “Why is he here?” she asked, her voice below whispering. I let out a small, humourless laugh. “Oh, I just found out that my boyfriend and your brother–in–Love–”

I tried to hard to stand up, but my energy doesn't compare to his. He kissed me. Not gentle, not soft. His mouth claimed mine like he'd been starving for years. His tongue slipped past mine, and I tasted coffee and something sharper. Hunger. I kissed him back, my stepbrother. The man who had been cold to me for two years, who never looked at me twice. His hand slid up my thigh to under my dress. His fingers brushed my panties, and I was wet. Achingly wet. “Look at you,” he murmured against my lips. “Saying no with your mouth, but your body says yes.”