Brothers Friend Romance Novels & Stories

"Let's do the dishes." "But I want to know!" Laughter comes out of my mouth. "I don't know! Let's focus on the dishes!" I dry another plate with a towel and then add. "Besides, it's not like any of the brothers are into me romantically. Wilder hates my guts after I kissed his brother, and Killian is only a friend." "Sure," Brooklyn grins. "Keep telling yourself that neither of them is interested and see what happens." I roll my eyes. "Nothing will happen—I promise."

"You met this guy barely two weeks ago. You've been to his apartment, kissed him multiple times, spent the night in his arms, and blew him in an empty classroom. And your boyfriend, Nick Jackson is this guy's brother?" Surreal. Hearing it makes my stomach churn. Sounds like really bad writing from a soap opera, If this was a book, I would DNF so fast, I mean brother best friend gets me going, but my boyfriend's brother shouldn't be hot. Yet here I am; how did it all fall? "I thought I was crazy." Chloe sighs, picking a pillow to holler at me. "What?" "You two had that whole Fitz-Gerald grant and Olivia Pope hand thing with the fingers grazing. I thought I imagined it, but nope."

He winked, and I smiled "Friends" I muttered and instead of shaking his hand, I pulled him into a hug, "So what are your plans?" He asked as we pulled away from the hug, "Nothing yet, trying to figure out other ways to make things work" "I don't know either brother trust me I suck at love" I burst out laughing watching Chris disgusting face, "You've never dated" "Get lost" He smile looking away, "I have hope now at least I know I'm better than someone"

I say. “I’m ensuring loyalty,” Valentino says, coldly. I turn slowly. Cross’ face drains of color. “Scar.” He whispers. “I’m your brother.” I remember the coffee, earlier tonight. "You’re not just my partner. You’re my brother," I said after he arrived with my favorite coffee mix. I raise the gun. “You’re right,” I say calmly. “You are.” Hope flares in his eyes. “But some needs.” I continue, voice flat and detached, “Are bigger than friendship.”

I’ve never been here before, but Brooke described it really well when she was in Summervale over the weekend. Things have been pretty crazy on that front lately- Brooke, one of my closest friends from high school, is my brother’s mate! I did not see that one coming, but I can’t say I’m disappointed. The two of them actually seem great together, and Brooke will be even more like a sister to me now. She’s promised that I’m going to love it up here at the complex, so I’m holding her to it…

He said. My mouth went dry at his gesture. "Kelvin, nice to meet you." He gave a charming smile. "I'm Ashton’s friend- more like a frenemy, half-brother, crap like that." I never knew Ashton has a brother "Oh- you're his brother-" I said "Half-Brother." He immediately corrected "Ohh, but how come I have never seen you around?" I asked "As I said, my brother and I are more like frenemies so I don’t leave here." He said smiling. "But enough about me, why don’t you tell me why you agreed to be Ashton’s thrall? I mean, you are way beautiful for that."

Caleb of course ignored me and launched into a conversation as if I hadn't just clearly told him I wasn't interested in chitchat. "I'll tell you a little story of two brothers," he grunted when I stepped on him and bitch slapped him on the cheek. He returns the move and continues, "One is dark while one is fair. It so happens that these two brothers have been estranged for a while and happened to meet in the forest. They become fast friends and it grows into a deeper connection…almost like family. The fair-haired brother is calm and nice but unbeknown to him, his 'brother' makes destructive plans about him behind his back." Caleb paused to groan when I slashed him with my claws. But that was

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.

“So? You were in love with my brother before you even knew what he looked like. If that isn’t true love, I don’t know what is.” Nyra burst out laughing, rolling her eyes. “Okayyy. Fine. I’ll come. If he even shows up, he never does.” Elara smirked. “Oh, he will.” They ended up on Nyra’s couch after dinner, stretched out in a loose sprawl that came from being full and unwilling to move, the low hum of the evening settling around them while the city outside Nyra’s windows carried on without their involvement. The plates sat untouched on the coffee table, forks crossed where they had been dropped, the smell of tomato sauce still faint in the air.

I tried to compose myself the best way I could and now is the time to put what I had imagined into action. "Hey brother, meet my best friend…" Anabel said glowing with excitement. Ethan turned slowly facing me with Anabel standing between us. "This is Linda, my best friend. The one I’ve been telling you about," Anabel said showing me to her brother with a bright smile. "Ohh wow. This is her?…" Ethan asked looking at Anabel like he was about to say he knows me, my heart skipped. "Nice to meet you, Linda," he faced me back with a polite smile while extending his hand. "My sister has said a lot of nice things about you, it's nice to finally meet you in person."