Brothers Novels & Stories

Katrina turned at the feel of his closeness, and she almost collided with him. The air between them tightened, charged, and her pulse suddenly became loud in her ears. She barely had time to inhale before he leaned in and kissed her, swift and silencing every thought in her head. When he pulled back, Katrina stared at him, a bit stunned, her lips parted slightly. “Do brothers kiss their sisters like that?” Jace asked quietly, his gaze still lingering on her lips. Katrina swallowed hard, trying not to falter. “Well, I heard brothers tend to be overly protective of their sisters,” she said lightly, forcing the words out.

It was his brother Saul’s car. A sudden suspicion hit Lucas. Who was inside this car with Saul? Lucas reached out his hand, grabbed the rear door handle to yank it open…

She began to laugh. I started to laugh with her. “We’ll be going behind closed doors immediately.” She said, still laughing. “I wouldn’t expect anything less.” “So, where was I? Oh. You could benefit from this mating business wise because he could help you. You wouldn’t have to slow down. And I’m sure his brother will want to help his new sister-in-law.” She tried to reason with me. Again there she was talking about “The Brothers.” I didn’t get it. “There you go again with this brothers stuff. Why does everyone talk about them like that? Kayne is an alpha with a younger brother that helps with the pack. So why are they being gro

Balancing the needs and strengths of my brothers with the demands of our community is a constant challenge, but it's a role I embrace with pride. Growing up within our tight-knit family, Malcolm and I have often found ourselves aligned in personality. As the youngest siblings among the four of us, we tend to be the level-headed ones, approaching life with a sense of responsibility and maturity that often belies our age. It’s as if we possess the wisdom of old souls, calmly navigating the ups and downs of our unique circumstances. In stark contrast, my younger brothers, Mark and Mathew, frequently find themselves in trouble due t

Turned on his heel. And walked away. I crumbled. Curled into myself, I sobbed until my throat went raw. If I could reach into my chest and tear out the aching organ, I would’ve. After a few minutes, I heard footsteps again. Through my blurry vision, I saw the black polish of Alexander’s shoes. My eyes trailed up to find him adjusting his cufflinks. “I’m heading to the office,” he said flatly. I said nothing. Only Alexander Westwood would go into the office mere hours after marrying his brother’s bride.

That day, Mom had ruffled my hair and asked, “Harry, which one do you want to choose as your brother?” The day before, I had begged her nonstop to give me a big brother. So, the next day, she took me to the orphanage to pick one. Later on, the boy under the tree became my brother. I gave him his name, just as carefully as I used to name my teddy bear and toy soldiers. When I tore up my homework, he rewrote it for me. After I broke the neighbor’s antique vase, the punishment landed on his palms instead of mine.

Two days… That was weird The best friends sat around a old time lunch table waiting for food as they were starving. “Am I the only one bothered that your brother has yet to retaliate us after that night?” Ava asked while chewing a gum. Sophia thought it was weird too but threw her in an unbothered manner. “Maybe he has learnt his lesson to keep it down” Or maybe he was waiting for the right moment to spark…

he murmurs immediately, without missing a beat, "I just realized I really don't want that, you flirting with my friends. I don't like Lars, so I don’t want you talking to him again. And then I started thinking I also don't want you to get with anyone I like, either. Like Gray. I know he's hot and all, but he's like my brother. And you're my best friend... there's a code to never mess with your best friend's siblings." I let out a laugh at his ridiculous conclusion. "So the favor you wanted to ask is for me to avoid flirting with your friends?" I ask, just to be clear. Bram nods, his fingers on my skin causing a revolution in my tummy, "And does this mean you would never mess with any of my s

His eyes had turned black, meaning his wolf was near the surface. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my stomach and as much as I was afraid to look down, my body yearned for it. My body yearned for him. I didn't understand these feelings, it made no sense. He was my brother for crying out loud! "We should get to the water," I whispered, he nodded as he reluctantly but silently pushed himself off me. The moon was high but not completely full, in three day, the moon would be full and I would be another Alpha's bride. I walked into the cold water, letting the water wash some sense over me, like seriously Olivia, you wanted to fuck your brother!? Damien followed me into the water but sw

He pinned me with a hard stare, "We are more than guys, Mona. We are sacred friends who are united in our purpose and our beliefs." His hand swept through the air, gesturing to the group, as he introduced them with a casual tone, "These are my brothers." His eyes roamed across their faces, lingering on each one before returning to me, a wicked glint sparking in their depths. A sly smirk twisted his lips as he said; "Welcome to our Brotherhood."