Romans & histoires Choosing Between My Hot Stepbrother Or His Rival My Bestfriend

I made my point. "Well, let's try this, say this wedding isn't your mom's wedding or his dad's wedding. There's no stepbrother and stepsister and all that stuff. Will you go back and find him?" I had never thought of this before. What if we weren't stepbrother and stepsister? Would I give us a real chance? For the longest time, I didn't say anything, but probably the word 'yes' was written all over my face. "I see," Gabe said, reading my expression.

Venita smirked in a familiar way. I wondered if there was a story there. And then Ashar and Stephan stood toe to toe. “Ashar,” my stepbrother said evenly. “Stephan.” I rolled my eyes! They might as well have been drawing swords. “You’ve… filled out,” Ashar said with a faint smirk. “And you’ve… not changed.” Stephan’s jaw twitched. Polite words. Venom underneath. I fought the urge to scoff. The testosterone in the air was thick enough to choke on, and I wasn’t sure if it was ego, dominance, or some ridiculous blend of both.

“I know of at least two other guys who are interested in her.” “My competition is quick!” I gasp. “She just got to town the other day, who could she have…Oh! Noah!” My other man crush. Naturally, he and I are attracted to the same woman. That is not only quick competition, but stiff competition. He’s an amazing fighter, built like he is designed to break hearts and necks and he is the only man as handsome as Ryder is. I stand little chance, except that since he is her stepbrother, she might be hesitant.

I felt my heart drop and anger welled up in me when my eyes fell on my step-brother's pale, smirking face. Xavier Vlad, the only rival I had to the vampire throne. What the hell was he doing in my place?!

“Please don’t tell me you just crashed a wedding without having to move a finger.” ‎ ‎The entire conversation faded into background noise the moment Ren shouted that he was in love with someone else. ‎ ‎'Who the fuck is ready to die?' I thought. ‎Then I saw him with tears in his eyes, running straight toward me. ‎ ‎He threw himself into my arms, hugging me tightly, and whispered against my chest: ‎“Save me… please.” ‎The whole hall was in chaos. ‎ ‎Lila screamed, “What do you mean you love my stepbrother?!”

He asks, and I look at him while nodding. "Yes, they are." I pause a bit while getting back my attention on my phone, then post our photos on I*******m. "They are my stepbrothers," I add, then I look at him. Our eyes meet, and it bothers me, he looks at me differently, and the heat on my stomach rises again while I'm feeling my heart is throbbing. Don't you dare, Mimo, to fall on his charm! He is your best friend, boyfriend. I gulp as I slowly look away.

"And you can't choose whom I choose to love just because you're my brother." Vincent sucked in a huge breath. "I've been betrayed before, Morty! Do you know how hard that broke me? And for what reason? Because I was too good! Too good, Morty! There's no such thing as love-especially not from a fûck-ass guy like Klaus!" If there had been a wall beside him, Vincent would have punched it. "He's your best friend!" Morticia shouted. "That's the point! He was my best friend. My fucking brother, the one I trusted. He crossed the line. You both did!"

Didn’t hear the tension on the other end. I just kept talking slurred, unfiltered, like truth poured easier with whiskey and loneliness chasing it down like a chaser I never asked for. “You know what the worst part is?” I whispered. “I found out today. About them. Matteo and Ryan. Stepbrothers. Can you believe that shit? Like something out of a soap opera that forgot how to be subtle.” “They never told me.” “Not once.” “I was just a fucking spectator, Mia. Front-row seat to a rivalry that’s older than me, bigger than me, and now I’m bleeding because I stood too close to both of them.”

“No one else but me.” His thrusts were splitting me apart, destroying my good sense and reason. I had forgotten I was supposed to hate him, supposed to fight him for the control of choosing my own husband and time of marriage. I forgot we were supposed to be step siblings. That what we were doing was despicable, the very same thing I vowed not to end up doing. But fuck it if the most despicable acts weren't the sweetest things in the world. Fucking my stepbrother was right there with the sweetest of them all.

We encountered a flat tire that delayed everything, I was so pissed but what could I have done, typical things. When we arrived, I was so shocked on meeting my stepbrother. Though I musked it, I could really wrap my head around why the moon goddess decided to grant me Nathan Mathews as my step brother. My rival back in campus, as much as I never really wanted to give him the benefit of doubt, I could feel how strong his wolf was. I could see the hate in his eyes as he saw me walk right through his door and there's no goddamn thing he could do about it.