My Brothers Girlfriend Novels & Stories

We walk inside and the waitress, an older woman, immediately smiles brightly at James who hugs her tightly. "Don't you look handsome," she says to James. She shifts her gaze up to Declan, then me, looking me over from head to toe. "Well, well," she starts. "The girls around here will be sorry to hear you weren't alone." "You shouldn't be gossiping with the girls around here, Mary," Declan says, giving her a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "This is Sienna. She's my brother's girlfriend." The word girlfriend catches me off guard and I have to remind myself that's not what I am. Not at all.

Okay, this is getting on my nerves… With a twitching eyebrow, I said “Well yes, in fact I think I have more respect than you.” “Really, having interest in my brother is very respecting to whatever we have here.” “Shut up! I didn’t know he had such a past with you and even if he did, so what? Why is that my problem and how am I supposed to know that you have such interesting people around you! You have a lesbian girlfriend who cheats on anything or anyone, your brother might just be the victim here.” “Why is he the victim?! He cheated with my girlfriend when we were in college.”

I told you we should go to her house at least we would have seen those hot guys you call your brother friends" she giggled and I don't like the way she drool for guys older than her. "Seriously my brother have a girlfriend" I replied with eye rolled at least she should know that. "He told he doesn't have when I asked him" she shrugged. "He has a girlfriend and they've been dating over years now and she lives in France and visit us most Vacation and trust me I love her and won't want anyone to come in between them" I frowned. "You can actually keep your hot brother to yourself whatever" she frowned. "He is older than you Jessica"I blurted out.

“Fine. But I refuse to become a cliché. I’m not going to throw myself in front of the rich guy.” “Agreed. Financially comfortable guy. Or girl.” Sarrah paused. “Does your brother even have any women friends?” I scoffed. “Of course he does. He’s not some kind of misogynist weirdo.” “Well, you make his friends sound so unappealing,” she pointed out. “Unfair of me. I haven’t met them. It’s not like we hang out a lot, socially.” Scott had been fourteen when I was born. He’d been out of the house before I remembered him living with us.

The whole point of being here was to stand tall, so no slinking off. "Sisters?" Aly's voice hummed with resolve. "Yep. You ready?" Aly's hand tightened in mine, and I walked forward. Esther's face hardened from shock to cold, emotionless stone that was almost frightening. "What are you doing here?" "I came to watch our brother get married. You?" I failed to keep the sarcastic contempt out of my voice, and Aly's hand gave me a little squeeze. "Esther, Martha, this is my girlfriend, Aly. Aly, these are my sisters."

“Don’t try and be a hero. Andre always gets what he wants and he’d probably kill you. Anyway, you’re one to talk. As I remember, you were sitting next to that pretty brunette during the fashion show. Isn’t she your girlfriend?” I shook my head. “No. I tried kissing her once earlier this year, and my brother nearly killed me for it.” Audrina’s eyebrows rose. “So, she’s your brothers girlfriend?” I laughed. “Neither of them knows what the fuck they are to each other yet. The rest of the world knows they’re each others, though.” She smiled. “Those are the best kinds of relationships.” “Those are the worst,” I said, “I like things to be clearcut. I don’t play games. If someone is mine, I let the

he exclaimed. I groaned. He can never take anything seriously. "No, dickhead. It's not you. It's someone much worse." "Who can be worse than me?" Nolan shrugged. "My girlfriend's brother," I sighed as I announced it.

He never stays with any of them. He doesn't do girlfriends. My older brother is a year ahead of me, and so is everyone sitting around the bonfire. He is one of the popular boys in the school, captain of the football team, and someone who has girls tripping over each other to have him just smile at them. It's pathetic. I don't walk around in the same social circle as my big brother. I'm not very social and would rather stay home on the weekends reading a book or watching horror movies with my best friend Sarah.

I hovered at the doorway, drowning in the weight of my gown and the suffocating air of indifference. Alexander Westwood didn’t say a word. He walked straight to the minibar, poured himself a drink like this was just another business deal, like we hadn’t just stood in front of a hundred guests, pretending we were in love. He looked every bit the powerful CEO, ice in a perfectly tailored suit. I stood frozen, fists clenched around my veil, the ache in my chest spreading like wildfire. “Do you always look this calm after marrying your brother’s fiancée?” I asked, my voice low.

He was looking for me. But why? What possible interest could Leo's brother have in me? I was just a maid working in the library. We hadn't spoken two words to each other since Leo's pack joined ours. I only knew his name because the wedding party had been introduced to all the serving staff. The closest thing we'd had to an interaction was that morning I found him sleeping with my sister. Was that it? Was he worried I'd say something to Leo after all this time? Didn't he know how deeply I was mired in Eva's plots? I wouldn't dare say anything to anyone.