Falling Hard For Four Brothers Novels & Stories

My brothers threw themselves over me, begging for them to stop. They took the hits until they bled. They never abandoned me. Back home, they never said a harsh word. Yet those same brothers, who supposedly loved me, had lied to me my whole life. They watched me struggle while they scrimped and saved on my behalf. Jasmine? They treated her like a princess, without a single care in the world. The pain in my legs worsened, and I could not stop myself from digging into the flesh with my hands. Their worried faces flashed before me, asking what was wrong.

Zayden asks from behind me, his hot breath against my neck, torturous and delicious at the same damn time. “I want you to fuck me. All four of you.” My lips tremble as I say the words, and before I can even think, we’re out of the club. Minutes later, I’m in a high-ceiling bedroom, the bed is large enough for all five of us. That just goes to show that the brothers share their women like the rumors say. My slutty, black dress is already on the floor, and I’m standing in nothing but my heels in front of eight pairs of eyes. They smile, their eyes darkening dangerously.

I caught my boyfriend in bed with two women. That same night, I walked into Milan's most exclusive club and drank whiskey for the first time. The next morning, I woke up with a marriage certificate on my floor. My husband? Matteo Moretti. One of Italy's four identical billionaire brothers. When I arrived at their palazzo, four gorgeous, terrifying men stood before me. Same face. Same cold eyes. Same cruel mouths. "Drag this lying girl out," their father ordered. Then one brother stepped forward, his dark gaze burning slowly down my body. "You don't remember me, sweetheart?" His voice dropped low enough to melt bone. "Because I remember every sound you made." They called

His gaze sharpened slightly. “He knows that we are not in the strongest financial position. But he does not know desperation, if that is what you mean. Nor does he need to.” The dog barked outside. My youngest sister stumbled and fell into the grass, laughing. My second sister hurried to pull her up, brushing dirt from her sleeves with exaggerated seriousness. Four girls. Four futures balanced on my decision. I inhaled slowly, steadying myself.

Esme stood on the Altar alone, waiting for the groom who had disappeared. Standing alone on the Altar on her big day should have been devastating. That too when the groom was her best friend of fifteen years and fiancé of four years. She should have seen this coming. And she should be a crying mess. But she is not. Strangely, she is feeling relieved. Her gaze fixed on Leo Ashford, her Fiancé's elder brother. The wrong brother she fell for. The brother she shouldn't be thinking about. The brother who is off limits. The last man to whom she shouldn't have lost her virginity.

“And this shit is exactly why I didn’t introduce you. Now stand up like a man or be kicked like a dog. Which do you prefer?” He rolled his eyes before he rose to his full height again. Balto hit him again, sending him back to the floor. I actually felt bad for his brother. That looked painful. “We done yet?” his brother asked as he got to his feet. “I told you not to come up here.” “You left the woman alone for four days—”

FREDERICK “Did you have to do it that hard?” I whispered, feeling tears gather in my eyes as I watched the Umbrella Man tower over my brother’s limp body, his brown eyes almost luminescent in the dark. “Quiet Frederick, you're ruining my groove, take him.” Stefan McCoy growled and I felt my heart hammer in my ribs as the masked ninjas dropped from the trees like banana monkeys, hooking my brother’s hard body onto the stretcher as I watched on with widened eyes.

Being close siblings was out of the deal "I don't know why you guys married in the first place," the words flew out of my mouth before I could think. The look on my mother's face instantly makes me realize the rubbish I just blurted out. They would all think I wasn't happy staying here but I was really struggling on how not to fuck my stepbrother. Can anyone understand that?

Because falling for him was the last thing I should ever do. He was still the brother of the man who broke my heart. And yet, somehow… Standing in that quiet hotel suite with the city lights glowing around us… Sebastian Montefalco was starting to feel like the only person I could trust. Even if trusting him might ruin everything.

"You're our only sister now... Sarah, we'll definitely protect you." I looked down at them and saw Sarah's hands trembling with excitement when she heard the words "only sister". They helped each other up and left. I merely watched them coldly. Alright then. Now, everything was back on track. Now, the two brothers could fully enjoy their "deep sibling bond" with their real sister. But for some reason, my soul still refused to depart. … After returning to the Sinclair residence, Sarah thought she had gotten away with it and slept peacefully. The next day, while she was sleeping soundly, her bedroom door was suddenly kicked open by Joseph!