I Hate My Boyfriends Brother Novels & Stories

The club was alive with pounding bass and flashing lights, a perfect escape for anyone wanting to lose themselves in the rhythm. But for me, the music was just noise, and the lights only made the shadows in my mind darker. I had come here with my friends to try and forget, to drown my sorrows in a sea of strangers, but the recent betrayal was too fresh. My boyfriend—no, my ex-boyfriend—had been cheating on me. And with Nikita, my supposed best friend. The image of them together, tangled in each other in that hotel room, was seared into my mind.

“I am not playing anything. I can do as I please, and it has nothing to do with you.” “He is your brother, and she is trouble.” “Half-brother, get it right, and that is bad enough. No, she isn’t trouble. If your son weren’t such a lying, cheating bastard, then we wouldn’t be having an issue, but it runs in the family, right?” I snarl, my fists clenching. I am not one for hate, but when it comes to him and Henry, hate is the best word to use. They are as bad as one another—both pathetic excuses of a man.

She snapped at her twin brother, Mason, who only opened the door wider when he heard his sister's words. "What's going on here? I heard a bang." He said and scanned his eyes over the room until they landed on Ava, on the floor. His eyes flash with amusement and Ava grits her teeth. "What are you doing on the floor, Moon?" Ava narrowed her eyes on his face and glared. She hated that asshat, and she loathed that nickname he gave to her when they were younger, back when she had that obsession with the moon . While Ava got along with his sister, she could never see eye to eye with Mason. They hated each other, it was that simple.

I need not bother in my brother's life when I have my own problem right before me. "Is that what you have to say? Don't you care about your brother?" "I care about my brother, why I don't care about is scum bags like you who think that they can sit here and speak to me like we are friend's, we are not friends" "I know that you hate me" Hate you? You think that I hate you? I don't hate you Luke"

Alone with her thoughts, her fears… and that curiosity she didn’t want to admit. Nathan. The twin brother. The opposite. A stranger who, she sensed already, would disrupt her fragile balance. She remembered the stories Thomas had once told about his brother. Colorful, almost romantic tales. Nathan in Bali, lying in a hammock suspended between two palm trees. Nathan in Tokyo, tasting improbable dishes in hidden alleys. Nathan again, facing a storm in the Moroccan desert, or sharing a cigarette with a stranger on the roof of a train in India.

I avoided him like he was a plague and I was grateful that he’d done the same, although sometimes when we crossed each other’s parts, we would insult each other beneath our breath and give each other the fingers like our lives depended on it. “I hate him so much.” I muttered to my friend who couldn’t hold in her laughter. “What’s funny?” I grumbled and she stopped laughing at once. “You hate him but it’s too bad he’s going to be your stepbrother, both of you would basically have to sleep and wake up together in the same house.” She explained and my rage filled me once again. “I mean, both your parents are getting married, they’re already even married.” She added and I didn’t want to hear ano

She chuckled at her own words. Another hockey guy for a boyfriend? I would pass. Thank you. After the break-up with Liam, I’ve grown a sudden trauma or rather dislike for Hockey dudes. They are the worst men in terms of relationships, from my experience. Don’t get me wrong. I love hockey. I’ve come to like the sport over the years, but the players? I dislike them. “I will pass. Relationships are not my thing. At least, not now.” I waved my hand over my face in disagreement. “I would rather focus on my studies and find a great job.”

He looked around the room and said, “I asked you what I did to make you hate me, but you couldn’t even answer it. Instead, you said I bullied ‘other’ people. What does that have to do with why you hate me? So your hate has been baseless for seventeen years?” He didn’t look at her and turned to look at his brother, chuckling as he said, “You and I grew together in OUR MOTHER’S womb, yet she loves only you. I came out first, yet you are treated like the elder brother. Did you tell them how you and your friends would gang up on me when we were younger, teased and laughed at me? You did so much shit and blamed me because you knew YOUR parents would believe you and not their OTHER offspring? I al

I wanted to hug him and laugh about him playing another prank on my but it would be in my dreams. "After all we are Step siblings that hate each other" I sniffed "If you like don't come back I don't fucking care!!" Well that came out rough because I have not used 'f' words before, not I haven't really used it but I am not a fan of it. That's it, I said the truth about how I feel now, I fucking hate him and he is nothing but an annoying step brother I hate with passion not the boy I hate to love.

Other times, I want to shake her and scream. Clinton Blunt is my brother. And I hate him. I hate him so much that my chest hurts just thinking about his stupid face. Every time his name crosses my mind, I feel like jumping off a cliff. Or smashing my head into a wall. Or breaking something expensive. Preferably his face. That bastard knows better than to show up here tonight. Nobody wants him here. Nobody invited him. He knows what tonight means. Clever idiot. So tonight, I promise myself something.