Choosing Between My Hot Stepbrother Or His Rival My Bestfriend นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I love your clothes, you look hot in them. "Is that the kind of stupid compliment, you are supposed to be saying to your stepsister." I frowned and he just laughed at me. "I'm not buying that, you are Scarlet's boyfriend and you are not supposed to be saying such a thing to me. Buzz off." I sarcastically attempted to walk away, when he held my arm. "So, you accept me as your Stepbrother." He chuckled. "It kind of feels weird, saying Stepbrother, just refer to me as your brother, since we are going to be family anyway?'

He seemed much hotter and really handsome than his dad, and even my faulty eyes could tell. "This should be the last one, boy. Punctuality really matters," Spencer stated, with a smile on his face when his son got so close, but I could sense the sternness and displeasure in his voice. Mother was just smiling. "Dabby, this is Damien. Damien meet your sister Dabby," Spencer continued, and I retreated a bit to look at the daunting stepbrother of mine. The aura was too familiar. Too familiar. My eyes raised up under my glasses to see who it was, and I could feel my head spin in activation to fainting. I wanted to lose my mind or have an attack, so that someone would wake me up and say that it wa

he asked. I shrugged. “No idea. Your asshole of a friend probably did something to piss her off.” My reply earned a chuckle from Dave. “You really can’t stand your brother?” “Stepbrother,” I corrected, rolling my eyes. “And no. He’s a fucking pain in the ass.” A moment of silence fell between us. I could feel it—the tension lingering in the air. Dave’s lips twitched as if he were holding back words. I knew what was coming.

“Never. He has this never-ending rivalry with his brother that is now getting out of hand these days and it seems to be all in his head because Stephan is the sweetest person. And this is not the first time he had accused me of that." “Oohhh! That is jealousy." She tells me with a hint of laughter in her voice.

"Not that it's any of your business, but yeah and it was fantastic. He's got a great body and is hung too. I wish I would have known that years ago." 'I can't believe you just fucked my brother. You're my best friend." "What's that got to do with anything? He's old enough to make his own decisions. Besides, if he were my step-brother I'd fuck his brains out every day. He's cute, hung, and great in bed."

“You really are crazy huh? Why would you do something likethat? Dorian isn’t someone you mess with okay?” I stood there staring quietly as he spoke. “The room right next to us is yours, if you want to live in this house then you have to listen well or you live to regret the consequences.” Regret? Consequences? Okay what could possibly be that bad for me to regret? My stepbrothers who act like they want to kill themselves must from the way they glare at each other or the fact that I fucked my stepbrother or the fact that my stepbrother is my mate? What?!

“They’ll be jealous? Or bitter about how close I am to my stepsister?” The word burned. Stepsister. My cheeks flared, blood rising too fast. “You’re an asshole,” I spat, and yet my gaze stayed locked on his. He didn’t blink. “Jason is waiting,” I reminded myself out loud, as if the name would save me. “He’s waiting for me.” Ian scoffed. “Jason? That idiot couldn’t keep you entertained if he were the last man on Earth. All he’s got are dumb jokes and zero bite.” My hands clenched into fists at my sides. “We laugh. That’s more than I can say about you and your ‘bite.’”

Ashley pouts, her lips downturned but her eyes giving her away—disappointment and longing written all over her face. "Is the D really that good?" Chelsea asks, smirking over her coffee. "Better," Ashley says without hesitation, her tone so flat it's clear she's not exaggerating. I nearly choke on my donut. Fantastic. Now my appetite's gone. Nothing kills a sugar rush faster than hearing your best friend rate your brother's dick like it belongs on Yelp. Tuning them out before Ashley can scar me further, I slide my phone out of my pocket and open the group chat. My thumb hovers for a second, hesitation twisting in my gut like it always does when I feel like I'm bothering them while they're han

And right now, the fact that my stepbrother is my mate is weighing heavily on me. I took a deep breath and began to open up to Dean. “I found my mate.” I said, feeling a mix of relief and anxiety as the words left my lips. Dean’s eyes widened in surprise. “Who is she?” he asked, her curiosity piqued. I hesitated before admitting, “I don’t know how to tell you this, but my mate is actually my stepbrother.” Words slipped out of my mouth before I could stop them. Dean’s jaw dropped in shock.

would finally have each other, how we’d get along so well, how this blended family was going to be perfect. I barely tasted the food. My mind was spinning. The guy I’d crushed on for months—the one I’d stalked on social media, jerking my cock raw to his shirtless gym pics and those low-hanging basketball shorts—was now my fucking stepbrother. The same guy who had caught me on my knees with my best friend's dick down my throat just hours ago was going to be living under the same roof.