Claimed By My Brother's Best Friends Alyssa And King Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Big difference.” I smirk because it’s easier than admitting she’s right. I’ve spent years perfecting the art of pretending Mia Reynolds is just Noah’s little sister. The kid who used to steal my fries and punch me in the arm when I called her squirt. Except she stopped being a kid somewhere between high school graduation and now, and every time she walks into a room I have to remind myself she’s off limits. Noah’s off limits. Best friend code. Blood oath shit. But tonight the code feels paper thin.

I raised an eyebrow. “He has a vested interest in guests not being eaten by alligators.” He leaned in conspiratorially. “But if you stick around until this situation is resolved, I know where you can get what you’re looking for.” My earlier conversation with Sarrah flashed through my mind. From the way his gaze kept slipping down, I had zero doubt I could get exactly what I was looking for from Matthew Ashe. But he was my brother’s best friend. Maybe there was some kind of code of honor between dudes that makes little sisters off-limits.

"You will find that most lands are fruitful to a king." Her eyes darkened, and in a scorned voice she added, "my sisters and I bow to no king." I smirked, "of course you don't." She turned with one last look at Olivia, I could have sworn she licked her lips and with a gust of wind from those huge wings, she was gone.

His voice is low, barely above a whisper, and my pulse spikes in a way I refuse to admit. I know what he is doing. I know Killian, and this is what he does. He finds the soft place, and he presses. “Let me go,” I say again. “I can give you what you want.” “What is wrong with you?” The words come out sharp and tired all at once. “Leave me alone. Was what your brother did enough for one night? We are not friends. We have never been friends. You got exactly what you wanted, so please, just leave me alone.”

“I have a name.” “I’m sure you do.” She looks me over — sneakers, jeans, the plain shirt I grabbed off my floor — the way you’d look at a stray dog that wandered somewhere it doesn’t belong. “Vanessa Francesca.” She says it like I’m supposed to gasp. I don’t. “Jade,” I say. “Murphy.” “Right. Marcus’s sister.” She says my brother’s name like she’s placing a chess piece. “Derek’s told me so much about you.” A pause, timed for effect. “Actually, no. He hasn’t told me anything. Which usually means there’s nothing to tell.”

Brian asked, and his eyes showed concern. "What are you even doing out here?" My brother asked. Yes, always interrupting the greatest moments of my life. "Honestly, it doesn't really look that bad," Lyla said in a bored tone. I don't really ask for princess treatment often in life, but this had been the one rare opportunity stripped from me. That night, my brother and I were two injured siblings returning home together. I did not even bother explaining to him what I was doing outside the basketball court. I had bigger problems. I had a black eye, a double date, and a best friend who was going to kill me tomorrow.

One line of text: "You killed the wrong brother. The real Alpha King is still coming." My blood went cold

I could barely feel my legs, my skin still red and swollen from the allergic reaction, but they didn't care They pull me through the halls, my feet dragging against the stone floors, until we reach the throne room. The Alpha King stands at his throne, a towering figure of cold authority. His eyes are unreadable, his expression stern. The Vaughn brothers are gathered around him. Aidan looks bored, leaning against the pillar with his arms crossed. I could see the amusement on Callum's face while Bryan refused to look at me, his eyes focused on the floor. I can feel the weight of their stares, but it doesn’t stop me from speaking, my voice hoarse. “I didn’t touch the flowers on purpose. I was j

Caleb walks towards us with a wide smile on his face. "Hi Caleb. Happy birthday Caleb" I said. He looks at me for some seconds then at Nina. "Who is this?" He asked, pointing at me. Nina chuckles. "Your friend's sister" she replied. He smirks and laugh. "Shut the fuck up! Isabella? No way, come here" he grab my wrist and pulled me towards the group of people. "Ethan....." He called. I noticed my brother was smoking only God knows what, Quincy and Emma were making out. I quickly look away when he looks at me.