Falling Hard For Four Brothers Novels & Stories

"Okay, we both got lost in passion and fell in love. And then? Should we be together? We are siblings, Lucian! No one would accept us!" "Step siblings with no blood relation! And I don't give a fuck if no-one accepts us! I know you care, so I'm not going to force you until we graduate." He let go of me and pulled back, creating a distance between us. "In the next four months, you will fall harder for me, and we will be together. Damn people's acceptance" he declared, going towards the door. "Drink the hangover soup while it's still warm. " I heard him say, before he closed the door.

"But I want you to know that you're not alone anymore. Now you'll have a family and a house. I slowly nodded as I tried to understand what he was saying. Thoughts of leaving everything behind and going into the unknown were both scary and exciting. "There's something else you should know," he said, his voice getting more serious. "You have four stepbrothers." I was shocked. "Four?" He laughed softly. "Yes. I'm sure they'll be as shocked to meet you as you are to meet them. They're all older than you.” "Will they... like me?" I asked slowly, nervously twisting my fingers in my lap. Having four bigger brothers all of a sudden was too much to handle after years of being rejected and picked on.

“You turned the beautiful home we had into a wreckage, and now you want to break what is left of it by marrying a girl young enough to be your daughter?” I looked into Vincent’s eyes and saw something real there: pain. Deep, raw, and bleeding. His lips trembled even after the words stopped. He wasn’t faking it this time. He was broken. A man still clinging to old wounds, blaming the only person still trying to love him. “You have always been a failure,” he hissed, his voice shaking. “That is why my little sister—” “Don’t you dare!” Aldrich’s roar tore through the room, his fury vibrating in the air. I flinched, my heart leaping to my throat. “I forbid you to talk about that!”

“You’d be surprised what I read. This one is my favorite.” I pulled my blanket tighter around me, watching him. “Okay then, Mr. Literature. Tell me what it’s about.” He leaned forward slightly, elbows resting on his knees. “Well, it’s about three brothers. They’re all different. One is all about reason, one is impulsive and the last one is religious. Their father is a mess, he's selfish and cruel, and… well, things spiral from there. It’s about faith, guilt, morality, love, all of it. Dostoevsky just… he makes you feel like you’re inside their heads.”

He was wearing the same white shirt he wore the day we first met, looking clean as he walked toward me. He didn't dare touch me. He didn't even dare look up. He simply fell to his knees before me, weeping silently. Then came my brothers—Luca, Matteo, Dante. They stood behind him with their heads bowed like children who had realized they were wrong, kneeling in a row. This time, there was no family honor, no Mafia rules, and no goddamn favoritism. They were just four souls drowning in regret. I looked at them and let out a soft sigh.

No harm done. Except now, I’m completely naked, legs spread, vibrator buzzing between my thighs—while my brother’s best friend stands in my doorway, eyes wide. “Oh my God—CADE!” I gasp, scrambling like a lunatic, the sheet slipping through my hands. The vibrator jolts free, tumbles off the bed, and rolls across the floor until it hits Cade’s feet. If I thought I wanted to die before, now I want the ground to open up and swallow me whole.

"He told me to protect you tonight. It's hard for me to think when I am touched." "What's it like?" "The touch? It like being wrapped in a nice warm blanket while being buried balls deep in a good woman." I couldn't keep my giggle from escaping. I could feel the alcohol getting to me, or maybe that was the excited energy jumping around inside me. It was charged, possibly from Karma's interjection, but it wasn't making me sick. The door to the bar opened. The bar slowly grew silent. I looked over at the entrance. Four brothers walked through the door. Two of them carried a body.

Oliver is having a meeting to discuss how to deal with it. 'Okay, I see. Thank you.' Kristen hung up the phone, feeling upset. Fourth Brother had gone through a lot of trouble to establish his own company and get listed. How could his efforts go to waste because of her? Kristen called her big brother and said in a trembling voice, 'Brot.' 'What's wrong, Kristen? What happened?' Jorden was a little surprised. Her sister rarely called her. 'Big Bro, Fourth Brother's company is in trouble. Can you help him?'

Anthony leaned down, kissing my neck, “Lily, can have me repeat myself as much as she needs. Especially with our situation.” “I’ll help you put it in tomorrow before we leave for the meeting,” Brandon tells me. I nod, still trying to process. Part of me felt like we were moving too fast, but another part of me was already falling in love with these four men, these four brothers. The ones who set my heart, mind, and soul aflame with love and desire. At this moment, I can’t picture my life without them. It was getting late and I felt sleep begin to take over my body. “We should all get to bed,” I told them, reaching over to set the alarm. Anthony and Brandon made their way to the bed as Dustin

"Come on, why do you look as if this is your last day on earth? Cheer up. I'm sure you will come to love him. It happens. People have arranged marriages all the time and they end up falling in love. I'm sure you will be fine.” Isa's best friend Crystal Jo has said to her in the dressing room. Isa shrugged, “That's like one percent out of hundred of them out there. Besides, I think his brother is …” She paused, thinking better of the words that had formed in her head without permission. “His brother? You mean Raymond Walter? Did you meet him?” Crystal’s eyes lit up. “Well, not exactly.” Isa shuddered as the moment at the Walter Hotel flashed in her head. Her face flushed hot.