Craving The Wrong Brother Novels & Stories

“How dare you say such things about your own brother–And how would you know anything about my marriage?” He scoffed– “Yes he is my brother– but I do not condone disrespect and—” “Is this what you are doing now, trying to taint my husband all black so I can fall back into your arms?” I blurted. “I never said such– But if that's the case, A man never snitches. But I guess you do see the signs– so why fight it?” I swallowed hard, trying to keep my expression still. “Do you really think everything revolves around your ego?”

“Come back anytime you need to be properly fucked, little slut.” I stayed with James for another hour, cuddling and fucking once more, gentler this time. When I finally left, my legs were shaky, my pussy and ass sore, and my body marked with faint bruises and love bites I’d have to hide. That night Jaden called from Chicago. “How’s my beautiful wife?” I smiled, lying in our bed with James’s and Richard’s cum still inside me. “Missing you… but I’m good. Really good.” The affair had just reached a whole new level. One cock wasn’t enough anymore. Now I craved both father and son. The danger, the filth, the sheer wrongness of it all — it consumed me.

"Uh, I'm currently editing. My deadline is in two hours, and I'm far from done. I'm working like superwoman, trying to get through this. As for the public, I saw the comments. They're just mad about it. Come on, you're not sulking, are you? The buzz would die down soon, and they'll forget all about us. By the way, can you call later? Gotta finish this up. Love you!" Before he could say a word, I'd ended the call. I picked up the phone again. The day wasn't even over yet, what was all this? *They are step-siblings. Confirmed. This is outrageous!* *Incest?? What the hell?* *I expected better! Is this the person I've been drooling over?* *God, I don't want to see him play! He loudly displays HE

His touch was electric, sending a shiver down her spine. "But I can't stop thinking about you. I tried. Last night, after I left… but I couldn't stay away.” Sophia shook her head, pulling back slightly, her mind spinning with confusion. "You're my Stepbrother, Julian. We can't…" Her voice broke, and she swallowed hard. "This is wrong. So, so wrong." "I know it is." He said, his voice strained with the conflict that raged inside him. "But that doesn't change how I feel."

My brother who I thought was angry with me because I left them with our horrible parents, only thinking of myself. My brother who I feel like wasn’t that angry at me anymore because he just spent precious hours of his day finding what I was craving for. He didn’t have a car like Markus, he had to walk there. His phone died, he probably asked the cashiers and sales people just what was good. Then his eyes fall on the box at the countertop. Something flashed on his face, but he didn’t say anything at first. Like he was disappointed in himself. He looks down at the chips he had and shakes his head, “I got the wrong flavor, didn’t I?”

I said bluntly, letting the words hang in the air. Her eyebrows shot up, a mix of surprise and curiosity. “What do you mean… you don’t like him?” Her voice lowered, almost intimate, leaning in closer without realizing it. I glanced at her, catching the subtle flush on her cheeks. “It’s complicated, you won't understand. I don't really hate him, l just despise his character.” “I want to understand.” She pouted her mouth. “He’s not really my brother,” I said finally, and I saw her blink, confused. “Step-brother. We don’t share a mother. I’ve never really been part of their life the way… normal brothers are.”

- I mumbled trying to control. We went up with just the sound of our steps on the stairs echoing through the old walls, I opened the floor door making sure no one was putting them inside the apartment. Leaving the child sitting on the mother's lap, I walked to the other side wanting to burn my throat with alcohol, resigning myself to the bottle of water to finally notice the details of the apartment. A little better maintained than the other with red brick walls and simple furniture. I sat on a stool, resting my hands on the counter to hold my face and organize my frantic thoughts, trying to control the darkness and the animal craving blood, feeling the taste of revenge seeping into every on

“Don't call yourself stupid because you're not. I understand that the reason you're doing this was because you ended up loving the wrong man. As your brother, it's quite unfortunate to see my sister go head over heels for a man who isn't worth it.” “Come on, brother, what are you saying now? You should be able to tell just how many women are dying to be by Drake's side.” “You are not them. You are the daughter of an alpha, and your brother is also an alpha. You shouldn't be lacking in anything as it is. I know just how many men come to me just for you. Have you ever considered these men?” “Hell no, brother. You are not thinking that I would be considering these men, or are you?”

“I watched as my brother was praised as a strong leader, saw his success, his victory in battles. I saw as he brought stability and peace to, not only this pack, but to an entire nation that had previously been divided by war for almost a century. And when he was finished, his work finally done… I found myself happy. Not for his accomplishments or his triumphs No, I was happy… because his mate then fell into a coma… and eventually died. It was due to his actions that ultimately led to her demise, reminding the world that the perfect man did in fact have flaws. And it was on that day I realised I could carve my own destiny, my own future. I could… create my own pack. One where I would be the

It wasn’t the life I wanted for myself. My brothers seemed okay with allowing our oldest brother to become the next Alpha, but I wasn’t. I wanted more than just being the brother of the Alpha or the uncle to the Alpha. I wanted the position. I wanted the fame, the acknowledgment, the reverence—I wanted it all. Conventionally, a fourth son shouldn’t crave the position of an Alpha. It was against the rules of heaven, the will of the Moon Goddess, and the ways of the people. But that wasn’t going to stop me. I wanted the position so badly that I was willing to do whatever it took to have it within my grasp.