Handsome Brother Novels & Stories

He was remarkably handsome, perhaps even more handsome than his brother, and his face lacked the harsh, ruthless edge that made Lucien so terrifying. As my gaze traveled down his broad shoulders, I noticed something else: his arms and chest were completely clean. There were no dark, jagged tattoos inked into his skin, no menacing aura radiating from his body, and no cold sneer twisting his features. In fact, a soft, warm smile played on his lips as he walked toward us. A tiny spark of hope flickered in my bruised chest. Maybe he isn't a monster like his brother. Maybe he actually has a heart.

My brother, Graham Hart, was the villainous second male lead in a romance novel. After the female lead, Celeste Rodgers, faked her death, he spent every day thinking of ways to die for her. But before he could follow through, he got a call from my kindergarten teacher, Carly Rocha. "Are you Mila Hart's brother? Please come to the school. She keeps climbing into the aquarium and pretending to be a goldfish. She says she learned it from you. What exactly is going on?" After that, Graham didn't dare try to kill himself anymore. He had to set a good example for me. Then one day, years later, the school called him in because I had been caught dating a boy with bleached hair. As it turned o

I looked at my friend surprised that I even had to ask, and I quickly responded, “Of course I would love to meet your brother, Reine, I know he means a lot to you” From what I had heard about Reine’s brother and from pictures of him that I had seen, I knew that he was a very tall and insanely attractive man with jet-black hair and dark pupils. He gave off a dominant and mysterious vibe, and Reine’s other friends who had met him fawned over him all the time. They claimed he was someone every woman would want in her bed, yet he didn’t sound like the type of man I would involve myself with. I didn’t believe in falling for the bad boys, but he was Reine’s older brother, and that was a good enoug

I heard someone calling my best friend's name, so I immediately looked to where that voice came from and saw Henry Cervantes's smiling face, one of the richest businessmen in Asia, and who happened to be Ram's brother-in-law. My guess was correct, as Henry Cervantes was the only guy I knew who could throw such an event of this caliber. "Good evening, Henry, and sorry for being late," Ram said, greeting the billionaire businessman as he finally got near. Looking as dashing as ever, Henry still remained as handsome as when he was still in his twenties, which is no wonder that there are still a lot of women who want to catch his interest. Even before I met Atilla and discovered that she hid her

“Jesus Christ did you throat punch him?” “I did better. I called my brother and told him.” “Your brother who is the surgeon your parents love and adore or the brother who they hate because he’s part of a motorcycle club and has been arrested more than once.” “The second one.” Halima giggled. “I called him and boohooed about how Sloane’s brother was sexually inappropriate to me. My brother does not like anyone being rude to me. Remember the guy he beat up from the bar?” “I do. Does Anderson know his face is going to look like a Picasso?”

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.”

Somehow, he found his brother's comment amusing. "Gosh, now you admit you're her husband?" he teased openly. He enjoyed it when Ashton got worked up like this. "Yesterday you didn't want to admit it. Should I announce to everyone that Alice is my girlfriend? Besides, it seems people would believe I make a better pair with Alice, bro. In terms of looks, I'm handsomer, right?" Ashton smirked. Needless to say, he didn't agree with what his brother had just said. "No matter how handsome you are, if you don't have a girlfriend, it's pointless. Handsome wasted. Better give me a cat."

A hunk was staring at me! "Who is he?" I asked Natasha, signalling at the handsome boy, and she rolled her eyes. "Xavier Alessandro, my elder brother by two years and my new best friend. Stay away from him, he is bad news," Natasha said, rolling her eyes, and my eyes widened. I felt embarrassed as I was practically drooling and eyeing her elder brother while she was sitting right beside me. "Brother? But...."

To yell at the top of my lungs until all of the Midwestern couples playing penny slots look up from their Hawaiian shirts and their fanny packs to stare agape at the crazy woman. Narrowing my eyes at my brother, I spear him with my annoyed look, but he's become immune to it. Girls love my brother, and that's part of the problem. Blessed with dark Hispanic good looks and unbridled charm, he never lacks for female attention. A thick shock of black hair falls over one of his expressive eyes. Very James Dean. Built like a runner, he's wiry, like he spends hours doing cardio, but he's only a few inches taller than me. “It matters.”

I countered. The stranger shrugged. “No idea.” He was wickedly handsome, the wicked part seemed to be because he knew how he looked and maximized on it shamelessly. “But when he returns, I’m going to have to compliment the hell out of him. It seems my brother’s taste has finally reached a cap because, holy damn.” Shaking his head, he ran his gaze along the sheet covering me. “You are simply stunning.” “Oh!” I blurted, suddenly realizing, “You must be Brick.”