I Hate My Boyfriends Brother Novels & Stories

"Rhett might be there." I said nothing. Rhett Holt was Liam's older brother and the subject of approximately forty percent of Liam's bad moods. I had met him twice and on both occasions he had looked at me the way people look at mildly interesting weather — present, briefly noted, forgotten. "Fine," I said. Liam smiled. Squeezed my hand across the table. At least I'll be seeing his mother. The only sane one in that family, if you ask me. I smiled back and ate my tiramisu.

I asked, tilting my head to look at him with a smile on my lips. "Pfft. Afraid? Nah. I'm just being cautious." I grinned, tracing the golden tattoo around his wrist with my free hand. "You look stressed," I pointed out and he gave me a half smile. "I do?" "Yeah." "Well for starters, I have a lot on my mind and I'm trying to think of ways to get your brothers to like me," he shrugged "How sure are you that they're not going to like you?" I asked. "It's logical . Brothers hate their sister's boyfriend. It's always like that. The first meeting always goes wrong. I guarantee that one of your brothers is more likely to punch me in the face. It's like a tradition" he said and I sighed.

"He's angry... because I invited my boyfriend to my event.” I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. “What’s wrong with inviting a boyfriend? Is your brother against relationships or something?” She shook her head. “He is not against boyfriends. He is against the one I am dating. He hates him.” I was still confused. “Why does your brother hate him?” She sucked in a deep breath and let out, “Because they're enemies. So my brother is against my love because of enmity." My blood boiled with indignation as I listened to Noelle's heartbreaking confession. How could her own brother treat her so poorly, especially on a day that should have been filled with celebration and pride? Besides, it was Noelle’

And all this happened because of that unfaithful boyfriend of mine, my elder brother went through all these pains and stress just because of him. "What's his name ".I muttered out in anger "Who ?" My brother asked confused "he". I murmured I couldn't even call him my boylfriend "You mean your boyfriend then ?". He spoke up "Yes, who the hell is he". I thought l still loved him but hearing all these from my brother I realized him hated him. "His name is Quan". He murmured out "Quan?" I asked confused.the moment I heard those words from her, I felt a sharp pain in my head, I screamed and held my head in pains.

A girl that he had been with fir months couldn't even kiss him fir pity but his brother had got the same girl in just a week and still ended up breaking her heart . He hated the fact that he loved his brother so much despite all the things he had damaged in his life . He hated that every time he tried to find faults in what his brother did all he could think about is him screaming while his father was inside him. He hated that every time he tried to ignore his brothers attempts to make up all he could think about was all the guilt his brother . He hated the fact that his brother loved him so much that he was willing to take a life if it meant his brother could be happy and that didn't even h

He leaned his arms on his table "What do you want me to do? Go to the police station and say I accidentally hit a boy last three years ago and here I.." "Stop it! Stop! Dad! For once in your life, please! I'm begging you, do something what is right." He shook his head and a stupid smirk plastered on his face "Okay, I will do what you want but there is something you need to know." I wiped my tears "what it is?" "The boy that I hit three years ago, his name is Nathan Burrows." "Nathan, what?" What did he just say? "He is the brother of your lovely girlfriend. Yes, you heard me right. I know for sure that she will hate you for doing nothing for her brother. Do you want that to happen?"

Our eyesight was correct for a moment because I immediately turned my attention back to my older brother. Among my brother's friends, he's my least favorite. That doesn't mean I have a favorite of men here. It's just, I hate him for no reason. I'm civil with the other boys, but to him, I easily get irritated. He simply thinks I'm irritated. He's not doing any bad thing, alright. But I just can't help but get bored for no reason. Maybe because he's a playboy. Actually, they all are. "Milk is fine, brother. Maybe I'll just get it back for lunch," I answered and continued drinking my milk.

I sighed, shaking my head as I looked down. Should I tell him everything? He might be able to somehow help or offer some advice about what I should do. “The girl who hates me?” He joked. Maybe he really can read minds… But if that’s true, then he might not be able to read everything, I guess… That’s why he doesn’t know how much I wanted to just send my brother on this date with him… “Exactly. She hates you.” I nodded. “Oh…” He pressed his lips together, nodding his head. “So, you’re upset that your friends hate me?” He asked.

He shrugs. "Great." I breathe. "Next thing you know, those two will be planning a wedding." Malakar smirks. "You love it." "I hate you." Is my only response. "No you don't. I'm your favorite brother." I return his smirk. "You're my only brother." "Still..." He shrugs. "Now stop sulking, loverboy." "I'm not." I frown, but Malakar doesn't give me time to finish.

My dad commented, dragging me out of my thoughts. "I didn't expect to show up." I managed a smile, hoping that my voice doesn't betray the hurt I'm feeling inside. "You know me, always doing what's shocking others." I shrugged. "Yeah, it's your thing, even if you make others uncomfortable." Rolland clenched his teeth. I laughed, wondering when my older brother will stop being such an ass and finally understand I really don't care too much for him and his antics. "You seem angry I came for your wedding," I straightened, "didn't you want me here?"I challenged.