Brothers Room Novels & Stories

Billy said happily. "By the way, thank you for your assistance, Billy. Send my greetings to Chef Milo," Hero said. "We'll be heading out now." Billy informally saluted him. "Yes, sir. Thank you for coming. And it's nice meeting you, ma'am." "It's nice meeting you too. Thank you." Aurelie smiled before waving her hand to say goodbye to Billy. Right after Hero showed Aurelie the main cafeteria, they went to the last room in Building B which is the BROTHERS' room that has an acronym of BROS.

For a moment, I forgot that this dorm was coed and I panicked. He stopped in the doorway, looked into the room, and nodded before continuing. I furrowed my brows at the now-empty doorway. “Did you see that?” I pointed my spoon at the doorway. Cora shook her head and looked at me. “See what?” “One of those brothers walked past, stopped, and then continued.” “Yeah, I think they live in the guys' section.” She waved a hand toward the other side of the building. “This is the first year that they aren’t sharing a room.”

Their friendship had survived business rivalries, changing markets, and personal tragedies. Which was why Raymond could never refuse an invitation from them. To him, they are family. The dining room was bright and elegant, filled with the warmth that only close family could create. Tristan Abraham sat beside Raymond. And across from them sat Isolde Abraham and her fiancé, Benjamin Tailor. At the head of the table sat Mr. and Mrs. Abraham. Laughter drifted through the room as breakfast continued. "You should have seen Tristan yesterday," Isolde said, pointing her fork toward her brother. "He spent twenty minutes trying to decide between two neckties."

I raised up my head to look at him . " What about my room ? ", I asked sharply . Yeah , I was definitely still prickly about leaving my room forever . " It will always be yours ", he stated offhandedly . I blinked and grinned after . " I am very sure one of those nosy women will bring a complaint of there being an empty room in the pack house and one that is that big ", I told him the reality . My brother instead levelled me with the famed Alpha stare , I stood my ground as we got locked in a staring contest .

Samara's Point of view "Why should I go out of here, this is my room too." He said calmly. What the hell he is saying…! Is he out of his mind … ! "What do you mean?" I asked, confused "WE ARE ROOMMATES, BABY GIRL." "Are you mad or what? This is not possible, you must be joking. Now enough of your stupid jokes just get out of here". I yelled at him, instead of moving out of the room he started to laugh like a maniac.

I had to admit, his smile really suited his face. I found myself being a bit jealous, wishing that I looked this good. If only I was a hot tall man. “The thing is, roomie, that this area is a hallway connecting the boys dorms and girls dorms. It’s in the middle for late admissions. It’s not really gender segregated.” I widened my eyes. “Everyone in this hall are living with the opposite gender?” My mouth opened slightly in surprise, how could this be allowed? “No it’s just you and me. Since we came here late, this was the only room left.”

He’s my brother and we promised, but not only that, they were in the living room, there’s no way they’d do that in there. “Morning Misha, is Finn awake now too?” I tried to sound cheerful but I knew I was failing by the awkward look on her face. “Yes, he’s just folding up the blankets” she replied quietly while taking a seat by the island. “Good, I’ve cooked us all some food because we need to discuss some things.” “Morning brother.” “Morning, here you go.” I placed the food in front of them and took a seat in front of my plate too.

"Playroom." Lazarus looks between Lenox and me a few times, smirks and shakes his head. "You two play safe. And Lenox, don't go too far; it might be her first experience, so be mindful of your actions." Lazarus places a hand on Lenox's shoulder, squeezes it and disappears into his bedroom. Although the brothers are close, they don't talk much, but even this encounter seems too quick to be true. Still, I can't overthink their brotherly relationship because Lenox drags me down the hall, to the end of it, and stops in front of a massive red door. He reaches into the back pocket of his jeans, pulls out a key and unlocks the door.

I’ve still got my leggings and sports bra on- I need to catch a shower and change at some point. “Mhmm,” Brooke hums. “Your brother just surprised me today, actually, with a double room for us to share. We’re just on the other end of the hall.” It still weirds me out a little that Brooke and Theo are a thing. They’re so different- I never would’ve paired the two of them together- yet I’m not sure I’ve ever seen two people so in love.

On his deathbed, he handed over the Maxwell Corporation and me, twelve years old at the time, into Leon’s care. Everyone said my brother was the perfect heir. However, I knew better. Behind that polite, gentlemanly mask was a ruthless lone wolf. I stood outside Leon’s study, my hand hovering over the door handle, hesitating to push it. Finally, I sucked in a breath and twisted the knob. The familiar scent of cedarwood hit me immediately. The air felt chill and restrained, just like him. “Huh? He’s not here?” Seriously? He told me to come back, and then he wasn’t even home.