I Hate My Boyfriends Brother Novels & Stories

“We’re busy, and like I said, he doesn’t want to see you.” My lips parted, but the door slammed in my face before I could say anything else. Something sharp pressed against my chest, and I felt like I couldn’t breathe. My mind raced with thoughts of what they could’ve done in there. I hated it. I hated this feeling so much. I knew I was wrong for what I did, but Chris didn’t have to punish me this way. My jaw tightened, rage seeping through me. He said I shouldn’t associate with his brother. I didn’t, even though his stupid brother was the one trying to get close to me.

Killian’s voice was steady. “Nothing. I’m just doing my job.” Enzo didn’t buy it. “Bullshit. Dante would kill anyone who touched her. Even his best friend. You know that, right? One wrong move and you’re done. She’s our baby sister. Blood. You cross that line and there’s no coming back.” The silence stretched. Killian didn’t answer. His silence was the only answer Enzo needed. I could almost see the confirmation in my brother’s eyes.

I lie too, "I just like to cuddle, you know that." "But that's not something you do with YOUR FUCKING BROTHER," he throws at me with a wild look in his eyes, "You have so many issues, Lily, this isn't normal. You aren't fucking normal. You're in love with both of your stepbrothers. It's fucking sick and twisted." "I'm not in love with them," I refute, but it's weak. And a lie, "Just Aiden."

"What should I talk about?" "I know you want to talk about today. Say whatever you please." "Was the person that caused a ruckus your brother?" I look at her and nod. "My younger brother." "Is he not your father's child? Why did he hit him for crying? I felt so bad for him." She actually cries. I laugh a little and wipe her tears. "He's my biological brother. Same parents. My dad hates my brother so much because he's gay. He's a homophobic asshole."

But if anyone deserved the truth… it was this insolent, maddening little thorn who was also my lover’s brother. “When I first spoke to him,” I admitted quietly, eyes fixed ahead, “he despised me more than anything. And he wasn’t afraid to show it. That… got my attention. People used to fight each other just to earn my approval. To be noticed by me. But him? He stood there accusing me of everything under the sun — mafia, murderer, monster. Called me names no one had ever dared to.” I allowed myself the faintest smile at the memory. “He was the first man I couldn’t bring myself to even lift a finger against. No matter how sharp his words, no matter how much he provoked me… all I wanted was to

Ohh I was graving for his hug, his embrace is all I needed " I'm not happy that you're in this, I can't put up with the fact that you can get hurt anytime, I can't put up with the fact that I can lose you again. I hate to admit that you are doing exactly the same thing I'm doing, I'm taking revenge for my father and you for your parents. I love you so much Lokie, I know I was so hard on you, I know I annoyed you, I know I hurt you but I did all of this because I care. I care so fucking much about you. You are my baby brother, man. I'm going to step on my heart for your will. I was so scared yesterday, I thought you won't come back home, and when I slapped you, I thought you were leaving. Tha

I approached him, my blood fuming. “You fucking ba—” “Sapphire!”My mother rushed in, Jonathan close behind her. “Oh,” Jonathan said cheerfully. “I see you’ve met Lucian.” Lucian. My stomach dropped. “Remember I told you Jonathan had a son?” my mother said gently. Jonathan smiled. “Lucian, this is Sapphire. Your stepsister.” The word hit like a slap. Lucian’s gaze sharpened. “Stepsister,” he repeated slowly. Oh hell no. “I’m not doing this,” I muttered, turning away.

“You’re humiliating me in front of her? Theo, this intruder just insulted your future Luna!” A short, humorless sound left him. “Defending her?” he said, stepping toward me. And yeah—he was too close. Too tall. Too intense. Too familiar. “I don’t defend parasites, Is—” “Watch your tone, stepbrother,” I cut in, my voice sharp as glass. “I’m not a slave you can hurl insults at.” “Wait… stepbrother?” Isabella whispered. Her gaze snapped to me, realization hitting, followed immediately by pure hatred.

"So might as well get used to it." "I will never see you as my brother." "Why not?" He has a confused look on his face and a crunched-up forehead then he arches an eyebrow at me. "Because we fucked a few times?" "What?" Is he being serious? What we had was way more than just meaningless sex. "I won't tell our parents about our little flings if that's what you're worried about." Little flings? My throat closes up. I'm now in danger of really puking.

“His name’s Richard. Haven’t met him yet. And no, I don’t care.” Zara laughed. “You don’t care? Your mom’s getting a husband. That makes him your—” “Stepdad. I know.” Zara smirked. “And that means…” “He has a son too,” Amaya muttered. Zara gasped, eyes sparkling. “No. Way. You’re getting a stepbrother?” “Apparently.” “Girl, your life is turning into a freaking K-drama,” Zara laughed. “Just wait until he’s tall, dark, and brooding with emotional trauma and a mysterious tattoo on his back.”