My Dear Brother Is Obsessed With Me Novels & Stories

“You don’t ask how I’m doing unless it's a polite conversation at the table with other family. It's supposed to be our honeymoon but you're so busy all day. With everything but your wife. I sat in a bathtub fully dressed and crying tonight because this house makes me feel like I don’t belong, and the only person who noticed was the greedy brother of yours. Damon. So thank him for me and see him from the good side. He's not your enemy Adrian. He's your Broth—.” “STEPBROTHER!” Adrian’s expression shifted, something like guilt flashing through before he locked it down again. “I don't want him to have any sort of connection, friendship or even familiarity with my wife. You're mine. And he should

Not the way a brother looks at his sister - not even close. My skin crawled. We got in the car. Rocco pulled away from the cemetery. Silence. I stared down at my hands, at the wedding ring I still couldn't make myself take off. "He's my brother," I said at last. "He's obsessed with you." I shook my head. "That's insane. We grew up together. He's my stepbrother." "Doesn't change a thing. I saw the way he looks at you. The way he touches you. That's not how brothers act."

“I genuinely don’t care if you are my brother. If you dare touch him, you are dead to me forever.” Dean just laughed loudly at my threat, not even flinching at all. “Relax, big brother,” he said dismissively, easily prying my tight hand off his shirt. “I’m just calmly pointing out the obvious truth to you. You’re completely twisted up and possessed over a weak human.”

The contact sends a jolt through my system. “All you need is something else to obsess over,” he says. “Something to channel all that obsessive energy of yours toward. Let me provide that for you. Let me give you a hobby, Kitten, a very pleasurable one.” I want him to do it. Good lord. What is wrong with me? This is Finn’s brother. I can't be in love with one man and then become a hot mess around his brother. Yet my body is betraying me, responding to him in ways I've never responded to anyone.

he stammered, praying he was misreading the situation. "You're gonna make me beg for it, aren't you? You wanna hear me moan? I bet you fanaticized about your sister moaning for years. Probably peeped through my keyhole like a perv, trying to catch a glimpse of me naked. Isn't that right, Oliver?" Oh my god, he's getting hard.... I have to stop immediately. "I'm—" "I know you checked out my ass yesterday. It's tight, isn't it?" What the fuck is wrong with me?! I'm getting my brother hard!

I ask him, crossing my arms. All i wanted was to go for a fucking run, i didn’t realise that MR drama queen would literally rip someone's heart out because they shook my hand. He's hot, but he’s kind of pathetic too, who the fuck even does that? “So, you are the one my brother is so hung up on.” He says with a smirk, “I can see why.” Brother? Well, shit. This can’t be good. I scoff, leaning back on the scratchy mattress, “Yeah, me too, it’s because he’s a sociopath.”

I sat facing her with my hands on my face, feeling the warm steam from the coffee rising from the mug to my nose. "Oh, I love him so much too! And you'll find your prince, like Mel says. You just need to let go of this obsession with..." Manu stopped talking, and I knew why when my brother's voice roared behind me. "Love declarations this early, little one? I like it!" My brother entered the kitchen. He was so big he took up practically all the space. He bent down and kissed Manu. They were living in their own little world where only love and perfection existed. "I love you too! But tell me, what's my sister's latest obsession?"

he grunted, "I just mean I don't bother caring about anything or anyone because nothing lasts forever. Even my job. At some point, my aim is going to suck because I'll either be too old or I might get injured. It's not like you want to be something permanent in my life and yet, I can't get you out of my fucking mind." My heart had just calmed down from its raging state only for it to do a little tango in my chest again at his words, "That's obsession." "Yeah, you're probably right." "Do you think what your brother and my best friend have is obsession?" "It borders it," Ace scoffed and I noticed him playing with his pinky on his right hand as if it were missing something, "but they're good fo

"You feel that sweet Nell; your body yearns for mine. You can't deny what’s between us. You were made for me, Nelle. And when it's time, I'll make you admit it." I shake my head, insistent on denying whatever he’s saying. He chuckles cruelly, and his fingers begin to caress my spot. Soon, my fear morphs into pleasure as I claw his wrist, but he doesn’t let up. "You don't know the oceans I've swarmed just to be with you. But you'll know all of that soon." I breathe so fast and heavily and manage to let out, "This is wrong, you're my brother-" He does something with his fingers that makes me whimper.

Russo demanded his younger brother in anger. Bosco is pale and terrified. He loves playing around and is a womanizer. But he was never so scared in his entire life. This might be the wake-up call he needs. He thought he might not make it. But thankfully, he did. After today, he understood that playing around with fire is hazardous to his life. "Brother, I am sorry. I messed up. It will not happen again," he apologized faintly. But Mr. Russo is not planning to forgive Bosco.