Falling Hard For Four Brothers Novels & Stories

We aren't doing anything wrong or against the law. Now that Dad wants me to take over his company, here I am in his company for drugs. The office door opened. I smiled at the trio walking in. Milo, Lorenzo and Damien walked in. I missed my friends back here. Although Damien is still my baby brother. They sat on the couch. I stood up from my seat and walked over to them. "Hey, guys," I spoke. "You bastard, you came back and you didn't even call us!" Milo said angrily. I looked at my brother.

Brooke got in Portias face and said "What's your problem Portia? Just because Zander doesn't want to go where every man has been before doesn't give you the right to pick on other people!" Portia was humiliated. "Well at least he doesn't have to get me drunk to sleep with me!" She knew Allie and Kat didn't know the punch was spiked. She looked at the brothers and asked "Since when do the two of you have to get girls drunk for sex? Even rejects like them!"

I'm going in my car as usual. ... I’m walking through the hallway when I see the four similar brothers coming. Unlike before I would feel my heart pounding against my chest. My kneel didn’t shake.. and my walking position didn’t change. I just feel tensed because they ain’t gonna rest this time until they make me confess that the video was a mistake.

If she hasn’t heard the noise already, she’ll be in for a big surprise, and that’s probably not going to go any sort of distance for our cause. Uh, Granny made breakfast. Before you come down, I just wanted you to know that there’s going to be a table full of burly, somewhat scary-looking guys. Granny didn’t want you to be alarmed. You asked for proof, and they’re your proof.” I know I should stop there, but I can’t help myself. The thought that Sharon might lord her white picket fence I’m a smarty pants PA over my brothers makes my blood boil. While she stands there giving me death stares, I launch into a low grumbly, rock-chewing sort of monologue. “Those guys at the table are my brothers.

she ordered gently. “I was trying to study last night, but they had the music so fucking loud that I kept having to reread the words in my history textbook. I got so frustrated that I stormed outside and asked Jason to turn the music lower.” “And what did your brother do?” “He told me to drink something instead of trying to ruin his party and then Sean added to the already embarrassing situation and called me a bore, and I stupidly looked at his lap and he caught me,” I whispered embarrassed, but my best friend knows that I used to and still kind of have a crush on my brothers best friend. “He freaking patted his other thigh and asked if I wanted to join Heather on his lap. I was freaking hu

Danica’s lips twitched, but she said nothing. "Was it because of Uncle Rex?" I choked out, tears streaking down my cheeks as I turned once again to my brother. "Was it because of him?" Arnold ran a hand through his hair. "Of course not—" "Then why?" I screamed, cutting him off, turning to Danica again. "What kind of person keeps a brother from his sister and steals her husband? Jesus, Danica, do you even have a soul?" "Hey, take it easy," Kaleb murmured, his hand rubbing soothing circles on my arm, but it did little to stop the boiling feeling inside me.

After my adopted sister, Mackenzie Falk, accused me of swapping the graduation thesis she had prepared for three years, I suffered a sudden heart attack and collapsed on the spot. My three brothers, Marcus, Jeremy, and Andrew Graham, dragged me into the greenhouse as punishment. They locked the door tight after throwing me in. I cried as I explained. I pounded on the door desperately while begging them to believe me. Marcus' eyes were icy, and his tone was final. "The evidence is solid. Why do you think you can still argue about it? Mackenzie nearly failed to graduate. Stay in there and reflect on yourself!"

The younger blond—the one who had kept checking to see if she was there—sat forward, elbows on knees, hands laced like he was holding himself back from reaching across the table. It was the youngest who spoke first, voice a little rough, like he’d run to get here. “We’re your brothers.” Mya blinked. “I don’t have siblings.” “You do,” he said. “You have four.” The world tilted, just a notch. He tapped his chest. “I’m Casey.” He jerked a thumb toward the easy-eyed blond next to him. “That’s Cameron.” He nodded to the lawyerly dark-haired one. “Adrian.” He angled his chin to the man with the quiet authority. “Alexander.”

“Elbow in. Cheek weld tight. Breath out, squeeze--no, no pull. In the back of us the courtyard was bloody. Burning Harleys set the night ablaze in the orange, blood oozing dark in the floodlights. The gasoline, cordite, and copper scent were in the air. The withdrawing foe had disappeared in the bushes, but we all had the knowledge that it was not finished. The reinforcements were coming back. Mantovani gave me a glance, wild and alive, and horrifyingly beautiful. “Ready, piccola?” I nodded once. He grinned like a devil. “Then let's go hunting.” We broke as a group -twelve brothers flaking out in a wedge, Mantovani and I at the point. Squeezing boots on glass and brass. Fifty yards in front

Nyra stared at the screen blankly for a few seconds before raising an eyebrow, “Why am I looking at a picture of Professor Moore?” Elara turned her head sharply to her friend, tears pooling in her eyes, “That's my brother” Nyra inhaled loudly, the sound harsh in the quiet of the room, like she’d been punched in the chest. “What the fuck.”