Craving The Wrong Brother Novels & Stories

“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.

"Although you're obviously such a slut that obeying your brother gets you horny." "Fuck you," she snapped, as she pumped the cucumber in and out, frustrated that it was indeed turning her on. "Soon," he promised, foreshadowing his end game...which had nearly arrived. "You plan to fuck me?" She accidentally moaned, frustrated she couldn't control herself and mortified that her loser brother was in control. "Once you beg me to," he answered, amused that the drug was obviously working perfectly. "When hell freezes over," she snapped, still not catching onto her predicament.

"Was the company not enough? Did you have to take my soul, too?" The realization that my own brother had been the one in that photo that he had been the one forcing Aria to submit while I was upstairs sleeping, the one who orchestrated the kidnapping to get Project Apex—was a knife that wouldn't stop twisting. He hadn't just wanted the company. He wanted to steal every piece of my soul, to break the woman I loved and make me watch. It wasn't about the power; it was about the humiliation. That's the difference between a rival and a brother. A rival just takes the throne. A brother lights your life on fire and hands you the match.

My brother and I, we had always been so close, but now it felt like we were strangers. "This is going too far, Alex. I will not support abduction of minors, whatever their origin may be." "Who cares? They are insignificant, filthy and deserve to suffer!" My brother spat, revealing more of his bestial side. "What about all those human girls who ended up being molested or killed due to your lack of self-control? You have some serious issues, and they need to be properly addressed, brother. Your obsession with blood and power has become extreme and increasingly erratic, bordering on being unmanageable. You need help."

My brother and Chelsea had fixed their wedding, and then gravity went after Chelsea, and he being more handsome and has more money, and was generous to a fault, he easily bought Chelsea, and started sleeping with her. When my brother got to know about it, he sorts to kill gravity, but the group he hired, refused to kill him, saying that he was their friend. The group decided to punish him buy drugging him, taking video of him having sex with a woman and posting it to every social media in the country and even outside the country.

He says as he wraps his arm around me to bring me impossibly closer to him and I let him, knowing in this state; he needs it for his sanity. "My mother died and my dad flew away from home. We never heard from him but to us, he was and remains dead. With my mother dead, everything got worse. My brother followed in the path of my father, but only worse. He would get drunk off his ass, blaming himself for our mother's death. They left me all alone, but I never gave up on my brother. I thought I could still save him, but fuck! I was so fucking wrong! He was long gone! He got himself with some terrible people. Dangerous people, Dawn! When my brother started paying attention to me again and our li

“Nova…” “No.” My voice shook, but I forced steel into it. “You don’t get to rewrite history. You cheated. You lied. And you left me bleeding while you smiled. Don’t stand here and tell me you want me back just because you can’t stand that your brother treats me better than you ever did.” For the first time, anger flickered across his face, the smooth mask cracking. His jaw clenched, his tone sharpening. “Better? Adrian doesn’t do better. He controls. He manipulates. That’s all he knows. And if you think for a second that he’s going to choose you over his own plans, you’re even more naïve than I thought.”

I sank onto the leather couch, the darkness of the apartment pressing in on me. I closed my eyes, and the truth washed over me, sobering and terrifying. I was in love with Yvonne Baldort. somewhere between the revenge plot and the stolen kisses, somewhere between the hatred for my brother and the softness of her skin, I had fallen. I had fallen for the mark, and I had no idea how to fix it. Because even if she chose me...even if she walked away from Arthur and came running to my door....I would ruin her. It was what I did. I destroyed things.