My Dear Brother Is Obsessed With Me Novels & Stories

Suddenly, a thorn pierced his skin making him jerk his hand away and suck the area. The things he would do for his brother.... His brother has recently developed an unhealthy obsession towards tulips. He would persist his brother to tell him the reason of this sudden liking but he always changed the topic. His brother had fallen sick for a week now so he thought of going home and get him some tulips from his favourite love garden to uplift his mood and it was when his onyx eyes fell on a scene in the garden. He hid himself discreetly so he couldn't be noticed.

I frowned and said, "No! How could I like Osborne! I don’t like him at all. He is my brother. I will never love him." The man who was above me suddenly stopped. His body stiffed and he looked at me angrily, saying, "Why? Why can't you fall in love with him? Didn't you call his name just now?" I didn't understand why he was so angry. But now I was in a dream, and the person in front of me was not real Osborn, so I could boldly tell the truth, "I have told you, he is my brother. How can I fall in love with my brother? And even if he is not my brother, I will not like him. I want a mate as devoted as my father and Sanford, not a man as promiscuous as Osborn."

He assured me and I immediately clocked in on what he was saying. "I think it would also interest you that your beloved sister is getting involved with a man that you don't think deserves her. The only problem with this situation is that she doesn't seem to care, it is just a way of expressing herself. But I'm sure you pretty much want to grind his teeth against a wall. I don't think it's going to be easy for you though." He kept laughing mockingly. It was one thing for a person to be annoying, it was another for the person to be deliberately annoying and acting like he was some god when he wasn't.

“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.

Ivy threw French fries at him. I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me whole. Dwayne looked equally thrown off. “What are you doing here?” he asked carefully. “I could ask you the same thing,” I said. Ivy blinked rapidly then suddenly pointed at Dwayne. “Hold on.” She pointed at herself. Then at Dwayne again. “Rebel,” she deadpanned, “please tell me you didn’t know that’s my brother.” My mouth fell open. “What?” The entire table burst into laughter.

“I know you two have history. And I don’t know what the hell happened before she moved here, but it’s all over your face, man. You're obsessed. You watch her like she’s air and you’ve been suffocating.” “That’s none of your business,” Dino said, his voice lower now, dangerous. Matteo didn’t back down. “It is when I have to sit through a dinner watching my brother stare at a girl like she’s already his, while she looks like she’s on the verge of falling apart.” Dino’s mug hit the counter a little harder than intended. “I’m not hurting her,” he snapped. “No,” Matteo said quietly, “you’re just breaking her slowly.”

Roman—as I call him, would care about nothing if it came to the fame of the Roman Family. I would also have a normal life with a normal boyfriend if it wasn’t for his over-possessive nature. It was unfair, and it was completely wrong. I didn’t even know what my life was and what it was going to be when he stepped into it. Everything he did with me, to me, and for me, was completely wrong. Still, he felt to be the only right thing in my life. Was it love? Or just some kind of plain, creepy obsession? _______________ ______________________

He was trying to get under my skin. I clenched my jaw. "I am your superior," I reminded him with a hard slap on the desk. "And trust me when I say, you are going to do the damn job." He leaned forward slightly, his lips curved in that annoying way. "You know, it's really ironic. A little nobody like you... thinking he can boss me around." His tone was that of a smug professor making up a lecture as he went. "Trust me, bro... Is it okay if I call you that? Because technically, you are my brother." Trey’s voice was full of sarcasm.

My brother and I, we had always been so close, but now it felt like we were strangers. "This is going too far, Alex. I will not support abduction of minors, whatever their origin may be." "Who cares? They are insignificant, filthy and deserve to suffer!" My brother spat, revealing more of his bestial side. "What about all those human girls who ended up being molested or killed due to your lack of self-control? You have some serious issues, and they need to be properly addressed, brother. Your obsession with blood and power has become extreme and increasingly erratic, bordering on being unmanageable. You need help."

This is not new to me. “You can also just wait and see for yourself,” I stabbed the sliced meat with my fork and made him watch me eat and chew it. He stared for a second longer. There was silence and then he guffawed. His laugh was loud in the garden. “Ah,” he sighed with a smile and he finally leaned his back on the chair. His fingers were on the table, drumming them. He looked at me again, this time with less weariness, “I see why my brother is so obsessed with you.”