Kissing The Wrong Brother Novels & Stories

TAYA's POV : Blake and I took Kai and Cameron to the emergency room. Cameron came out with six stitches on the side of his ribcage, and Kai came home with eleven stitches on his arm. The injuries weren't that serious, but imagine me trying to explain the whole situation to the doctor in charge. Oh yeah, my kissing scene partner hit my little brother and his friend with a wooden plank we were using to build a Titanic replica. Just the usual Friday, no big deal.

Rushing to his side, I snapped, “Even if you found out about it, there is nothing we can do. Do you think that will change everything? Do you think that will stop the rumors, Brother? We cannot. The people will talk. Let’s just leave it there.” And pretend that the kiss did not happen. Sleep. And awaken the next day, without remembering the kiss. My lips tingle and out of habit nibble them. I caught my stepbrother looking at my lips but hastily avoided my gaze when I caught him. I sucked in a breath. Knoxx was not making this any easier for me. Why did he have to remind me of the kiss? 'Do you want to kiss me again, Brother? Don't tell me it was your wolf urging you again. Don't give me the

He plants kisses down my neck. "Bran...no." he kisses my cheek and the corner of my lip, i close my eyes releasing a shaky breath. He sucks on my neck, licking and nibbling,like he did that night. I pant,my body trembling so I steady myself by putting my hands on his shoulders, he lifts me up and places me on top of the counter near the sink then steps between my legs. "No." I pant "this is wrong you're my boyfriends brother." "Step-brother."

I knew I was in love with my sister when I turned 13. I thought it would go away, that I would be normal... but when I shifted and she spoke to me and I smelt her, I had never been more in love with her. It angered me and I swore I wouldn't touch her... but I hurt her feelings. She needed me as much as I needed her. So I touched her... and then I kissed her, and it clicked like a missing puzzle piece. I wasn't her actual brother and she wasn't my actual sister, but we were mates." I felt my face contort again... I missed April.

Dom touched the man’s collar, turned his head slightly and stopped cold. “Fuck. That’s Von. Vito Salvatore’s brother.” He stood still for a second, his blue eyes went wider and his hand raked through his thick brown hair. Then he shook his head, walked straight back to me. “You don’t have to worry,” he fell on his knees again, then kissed the tears off my cheeks. “It breaks my heart seeing you like this,” his breath trembled. “If I could, I’d bring down fire and brimstone to burn the moon for witnessing you like this. I’ll crush the Salvatores. Every last one. Please, please, don’t cry. I’ll clean it all up before anyone sees. I swear on my life, Rosa… this never happened. You’re not gonna t

Noticing Bosco's unsettled expression, the reporter nervously offered him a cup of tea. "Mr. Sharp, you could have just sent someone to pick it up. There was no need to come all this way." As he spoke, he clicked on the video. "That poor woman was betrayed by her own twin sister." Bosco's head snapped toward him, his eyes fixing on the reporter with such force that the man stopped in his tracks. "What did you say? Twin sister?" Before the reporter could respond, the video played—this time, in crystal-clear detail. Martha's face filled the screen.

It was a fucking mistake , I promise you , I never wanted to kiss her, I just don’t know what came over me , I lost it and I am so sorry . Stephan just looked at me and smiled showing how angry he was , he didn’t smile from his heart , that smile only showed me how mad he was . I didn't need anyone to tell me to get away from the door before I did . I stood still rooted to a spot as I watched my brother go and that fear tearing up in my heart , I was scared . I didn’t want to lose my brother .

I couldn't stop myself from imagining how they would feel like on mine. Surprisingly, it felt exactly like how I had imagined. Soft, gentle and sweet. I know damn well that it was wrong for me to kiss her because she's my step-sister. I should have apologized for kissing her without her consent because that's what a good brother is supposed to do. I guess I’m not that good of a brother because I’m not sorry for kissing her and that's why I haven't apologised. You only apologize when you're sincerely sorry. But I’m not.

Kissing. The chemistry between them burned from the screen. A chemistry I had mistaken for innocence — when it was only lust wrapped in a family lie. ____ It was already night. Maybe, around 8AM… I didn’t know. Not like I cared. My chest clenched. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think — but my body moved anyway. Before I knew it, I was outside Bruno’s apartment, pounding on the door like my life depended on it. It swung open. There he was. My Bruno. My sweet boy.

I pull away from the kiss breathless and open my mouth to speak when the door crashes open with a deafening bang. I look over, and Brother stands there, his eyes glowing feral red. “Take your disgusting hands off her!” He snarls ferociously, looking menacing and feral.