Brothers Best Friend Dark Romance Books Novels & Stories

Anabel asked and the curiosity in her eyes says she's not going to back down unless I say something. At this point, I wanted to tell her everything. I wanted to scream out ‘He's your brother and I'm in love with him.’ But I couldn't, because if I told her, I'd lose her. And I couldn't lose my best friend and as selfish as it is I also don’t want to lose Ethan. He's kind, and charming, and he makes me feel alive. "He’s a young CEO who runs his own investment firm and he's kind and patient. But I'm still figuring things out with him," I eventually said with a forced smile.

"What do I need to do, sir?" His expression grew even darker. "Are you in for this bet?" "I'll leave it to your discretion," I answered. That response seemed to infuriate him. I could see his grip on his wine glass tighten, his knuckles turning white. "Fine, let's bet." The cards were dealt, and the game was on. I did not get the rules of the game, but the vibe? That I could read like an open book. Everyone was as still as statues, barely breathing.

Settled into something manageable and quiet, the emotional equivalent of an old scar that had long since stopped being tender. I had been twenty-three when I first understood, with the particular unwelcome clarity of something you can't un-know, that what I felt for my best friend's brother was not the mild, easily-catalogued fondness of family-adjacent affection. I had been standing in the Calloways' back garden at Jade's birthday party, fairy lights strung between the trees, and Marcus had been standing close enough that I could have counted his eyelashes, and he'd said something low and private that made me laugh, and I'd looked up and found him already looking at me, and the moment had s

BLURB ******* Have you not heard about the term bro-code If you have ,you must very well know the top most code in the list of bro-codes will always be 'best friend's sisters are off limits.' So let's see how beyond control is falling for your best friend's sister for Liam Fredrick ,your typical college bad boy. ********** Does a sis code exist?? Not sure huh? As much as brothers hate their sister falling for their best friend, it's exactly the opposite when it comes to the sisters, don't you think so??

The man I once saw as a younger brother is now my husband to be . And finally our love was able to overcome age differences , personal differences . If it is true love then it can overcome anything ! Thanks for reading my best friend's brother I love you all !!! THE END

I purr, arching into her touch, fully aware that every grind, every kiss, every teasing little moan is just for him. Grayson Bennett—president of the Crimson Reapers, my best friend Alyssa's older brother, and the man I've been messing around with for the past nine months—doesn't exactly come with a label. Mostly because he's still technically married to the wife who ghosted him nearly a year ago. But I've been on the back of his bike. I've been to the clubhouse. And he sure as hell doesn't complain when I tag along—or climb into his bed.

Mostly because he was making me laugh despite myself. “Oh, I’d love to,” he replied smoothly, leaning in so his voice dropped into something low and teasing. “But I’m not your stepbrother, and apparently only forbidden dick gets you this worked up. Tragic for me, really. I’d be so good to you… I’d even let you scream my name without worrying about Mommy Dearest walking in.” I shoved his shoulder, half-laughing, half-mortified, my face now definitely tomato-red. “You’re the worst friend ever.”

I've totally lost my mind for letting my step-brother touch me in an improper way. A way that only lovers does. While his right hand fondled with my ass cheeks, the other hand cupped my right boobs, pinching my nipple. Pain and pleasure coursed through my body and a soft moan escaped my lips into his mouth. “So fucking soft, Sunshine…” I wanted more… I hated that I wanted more from this morally grey man. From this step-brother of mine. “More…” My pleadings came out as needy moan. Ruslan slowly broke the kiss, his eyes hooded with desire, want, lust.

I'd been out far too long. Blayne's voice reeled me back in. "I hope you can forgive the situation. You seemed like a really nice girl, the last thing I want is having you in this position. But I guess shit like this happens to you when you're friends with the wrong person. Or to be more specific—" a smile tugged at his lips as he leaned forward. "—when you're friends with my brother." What I felt wasn't shock. It was pain from being right all along.

I grabbed him by both shoulders, slamming him back into the brick, pinning him in place. “Why do I feel like you’re mad at me because I’m not gay?” I demanded, my hands digging into his jersey. “The kiss was a mistake, Liam! It happened out of nowhere. I don’t want to lose my best friend over an ordinary kiss!” “And that’s okay!” Liam suddenly roared. With a violent surge of strength, he shoved my chest, sending me stumbling back two steps. His voice shook, cracking on the last word, and for the first time, I could hear the raw pain in his voice as unshed tears welled up in his eyes.