Craving My Brother's Best Friend นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Even the dainty touch to the champagne cup, how she sips it, and even that quick swipe of her tongue over her luscious lips—everything never went unnoticed by me because she felt like the very drug I needed to see my demons. But as I stared at her lips, I couldn’t help recalling the last time and where it was that night when she had kissed that man in front of us. It took everything for me not to burn his house down after he had touched what was ours. And now here she was. “How..have you been?” Adrian’s voice came out first. My brow raised at him. How quiet my brother had become. Normally, he was the one who was agitated, especially when our leads were all dead ends, since we were all desper

I wheeze, clutching my hands over my chest. Caleb nods. "Because, I mean... if your brother ever found out about this..." "Stop," I cut in. "Caleb, stop talking." "What will your brother say or do when he finds out you have a silly little crush on his best friend?" Caleb teases. "Actually, knowing Noah, it’s probably way more than just a silly little crush, isn't it?"

I winked. "So I'm that easy to forget." He fake gasped to which I chuckled in return. "My brother told me that what happened is actually for the best, because it wouldn't have worked out between us, so trust me I'm not jealous." I smiled. He sighed and gave me a happy smile. "Thank GOD! So we good? "Yeah we good." I smiled back, "You ain't getting rid of me any time soon, but," I spoke with a serious smile. "If you dare hurt my bestfriend or even make her sad I_ would_ hunt_ you down_ and castrate you_ got it?

Helping plan my sister’s wedding had never felt so dangerous… or so addictive. And I was already craving the next “planning session” with my stepbrother.

"You have to be so fucking good at sex. So annoyingly perfect. Fuckkkk..." "And you’re frustrated." "Gosh... fuck you. Fuck you and that nine inch or ten inch or whatever." "Okay, chill. What's going on with you right now." "YOU! ARRGHHH..." I groaned in frustration. "You fucking spoilt me. You made me fucking addicted. I crave you all the time. It's like a sickness. I... I..." Unless it's not a sickness. Unless I'm actually falling in love with my stepbrother.

Blurb Sabrina Daniels has spent years quietly pining for her older brother’s closest friend—the star forward and team captain, Ronan Dickson. When her parents leave the country for several months, she’s more than happy to move into the house her brother shares with Ronan… until the night she finally confesses how she feels and he turns her down. Shattered and embarrassed, Sabrina does her best to stay out of his way. But living under the same roof—and the undeniable pull that still crackles between them—makes distance almost impossible. Ronan may have rejected her, yet he never pulls away when she tests the boundary again. What begins as stolen, secret kisses quickly deepens into

“You can’t be seriously expecting I would be the one to tell her. Come on, you’ve been seeing her these days. Why can’t you tell her?” “I feel so guilty.” Olivia confessed. “I can’t bring myself to tell her. I feel like such a horrible friend. Please help me.” I sighed wearily, hearing Olivia speak in that way made me feel pity for her. “You owe me a lot.” I said simply before taking a gulp of some juice. “I know.” Olivia said with a pout. “That’s why you’re my best brother in the world.” I chuckled. “I’m your only brother in the world.” I commented.

I guess it's too late to back down now. “Yes. Can I?” I was no saint, I loved sex and I had no qualms doing it with my former best friend's brother, keyword, former. And I would definitely not pass on this chance to hold my boss’s dick in my palms. Besides, his younger brother had broken my heart, I would take this as a form of compensation. The corner of Nathaniel's lips pulled into a smirk. “Of course.” He turned around and walked towards the desk, leaning on it slightly. “Have your fill.”

I just did what my brother told me to do. I stayed away. And honestly‚ that should have been easy. Thorne was Ethan's friend‚ not mine. He was ten years older than me‚ just like my brother. I was just the little sister who used to peek at him from behind the staircase railing whenever he came over to our house. But here was the thing nobody knew. Not my brother‚ not my mom‚ not a single soul on this earth. I had the biggest crush on Thorne Damian Anderson.

Without hesitation, I roll down the window and fling it out. “By the way,” I call out, “that’s the contact for a shrink. I couldn’t find one for a psychiatrist. But hey, you’ve got to start somewhere.” “Sloane—” I pull away before he can say anything else. ~~~ It's Saturday, and I have unfortunately committed myself to two events. My half-brother’s birthday and my mom's matchmaking barbecue. The birthday party is everything I expected it to be: loud, chaotic, and entirely too sugar-fueled for my nerves.