Novel & Cerita Brothers Best Friend Dark Romance Books

Unbothered by Roman. ‎ ‎But Elias froze. Pen still touching the paper. ink spilling. ‎In that second, I understood two things: ‎One, Roman didn't want the books fixed. He wanted Elias. ‎Two, I was about to murder my own brother. ‎ ‎"Elias,"I said with a cold smile. Never taking my eyes off Roman. "Sign it." ‎ ‎I smiled at my brother. ‎ ‎"Then I'll kill anyone who tries to take you.“ ‎

Whatever she did, she did for him. With time, Ethan became accustomed to catching them smooching. When he caught them, he just walked away quietly, shaking his head in disbelief. He never thought that his best friend would date his sister and that he would have to deal with it every day, but he was grateful that his naive sister had a partner like Cole in her life who would always protect her, and that his best friend had a partner like Reyna who would never hurt him and would love him with all her heart. He was overjoyed and relieved for both of them.

“Lara, I know our marriage was that of convenience from the very start. How we went from being enemies to being good friends. It’s funny how two totally different people decided to go into a marriage together” “I remember when I asked your brother for permission to discuss the marriage contract with you, he wasn’t ecstatic about it but said I should meet you. And till this day I’m glad I made that bold choice, because not only did I get to have a deeper relationship with you but I also found a friend in you” “And in that friendship Mrs Rique” he says, his eyes shining as he pauses, “I’ve come to accept that I love you so much. I don’t want to imagine what I would have done if I never approac

Eli blushes slightly at Nathan's question, turning to face him with a small grin Eli: chuckles Nope, nothing much. Just had a nice evening is all. dodges the question, not quite ready to spill the beans about his budding romance with his best friend's brother Eli takes a sip of his coffee, trying to act casual even as his mind races with thoughts of Damon and their late night conversation Nathan: raises an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at his lips as he leans against the counter, eyeing Eli with amusement Come on, Eli. You don't have to play coy with me. I can tell something's up.

The image filled the display: Ava and Mason, locked in a kiss, the soft glow of her bedroom lamp illuminating their intertwined forms. It was clear, undeniable. Her heart plummeted. Below the picture, stark white text burned into her vision: “So our good girl Ava isn’t really who she is. Does this mean she’s having a secret affair with Mason, her best friend’s brother, or is it just the influence of the alcohol from this party?” The words twisted in her gut, venomous and cruel. “Best friend’s brother.”The anonymous sender knew. Knew everything.

“My best friend, Chancé, would never do something like that. She’s not like you. She’s the purest person I know. She would never like my brother too.” To be honest, I want to die hearing those words. They hammer into my chest—the pain, the lie, all of it. I’m lying to my best friend. I’m evil, and she’s defending me. Hazel is right about one thing: I am a conniving, creepy slut, a liar who smiles to her best friend’s face while behind her back she’s sleeping with her brother.

“That’s why there was so many spelling and grammar mistakes. It took me ages to correct them all. So worth it for the content though.” Mia shook her head. “It’s awful! How could you print something like that?” Brook laughed. “You mean…how could you write something like that?” Mia went to open her mouth but shut it again. However crappy she thought Brook was for publishing it, she had written it. She had poured the bile into those words. And her only reason for doing so was because she’d seen her stepsister sleeping with Ryan. Ryan was Savannah’s boyfriend, not hers. How bitter was she that she couldn’t even deal with that in a healthy way?

She finished drying her hair and came to join me on the bed, rubbing my back and trying to console me. “Dylan is not so bad though, although he may be tough to deal with. This doesn’t necessarily have to be difficult or a big deal but you need to promise me something.” She said and I gave her a puzzled look. “What is that?” “You need to promise me you won’t fall in love with my brother while working with him. I know he’s handsome, sexy, and most girls’ dream.” “But you’re not most girls, you’re my best friend so you need to make me this promise. She said and I laughed.

I guess it's too late to back down now. “Yes. Can I?” I was no saint, I loved sex and I had no qualms doing it with my former best friend's brother, keyword, former. And I would definitely not pass on this chance to hold my boss’s dick in my palms. Besides, his younger brother had broken my heart, I would take this as a form of compensation. The corner of Nathaniel's lips pulled into a smirk. “Of course.” He turned around and walked towards the desk, leaning on it slightly. “Have your fill.”

Rule number one: Don't fall for your brother's best friend. Rule number two: Definitely don't move into his penthouse *** I have a condition. Doctors don't have a name for it. My exes just call me "broken." Four boyfriends. Four identical endings. Four men who gave up on a body that freezes when it should melt. Then there's Duane Richter. Three-time F1 World Champion. My brother's best friend. The man I've been dreaming about since I was fourteen—the kind of dreams that actually work, where my body does what it's supposed to, where I'm not frozen, where I'm not wrong. He's cold. Distant. Looks at me like I'm a problem he didn't ask for. But when he touches me— When he says my n