My Dear Brother Is Obsessed With Me Novels & Stories

You should have tried, who knows I would have been careful. "Adam, would you swear that a part of you didn't want to see Jessica again?" This time I was looking deep in his eyes. "Fine, you were right despite everything that happened I still want her for myself. The funny thing is she has rejected me but I can't let go of her." I look at how vulnerable my brother has become because of his mate who was obsessed with power and claimed it was love. I hugged my brother tapping his back. "I am insane to still want that witch in our lives," He said, staring at his daughter.

I leaned into Maya and hugged her tightly, sobbing into her shoulder. "I'm a terrible person, Maya," I cried. "Anabel doesn't deserve to be betrayed like this. She's my best friend. She's been there for me through everything. And I…. I fell in love with her brother." "I love him, Maya," I continued sobbing. Maya rubbed my back gently and allowed me to cry it all out. "I don't think I can fight this feeling anymore," I continued, my voice breaking. "I tried. I really tried, Maya. But I can't stop thinking about him. I can't stop the way I’m feeling about him. And I hate myself for it."

Nyra stared at the screen blankly for a few seconds before raising an eyebrow, “Why am I looking at a picture of Professor Moore?” Elara turned her head sharply to her friend, tears pooling in her eyes, “That's my brother” Nyra inhaled loudly, the sound harsh in the quiet of the room, like she’d been punched in the chest. “What the fuck.”

She no longer had doubts. The feelings she dragged out were of Mrs Cole and Chloe. Her mind was now like a blank canvas. She was ready to fill it with the colours she wanted. Surprisingly for her,it hadn't taken her days to forget about them and forge ahead in life. The trunk had been shut tight and Lorenzo had gotten behind the wheel. Barista was about to open the door for her when they both heard a high-pitched voice screaming from the direction of the house. "Sister, please wait. Don't go. I know I'm wrong but please don't take it out on our poor mom. She's dying because of you."

Neil really seemed happy to see Adonis. To think I was busy having fantasies about fucking his brother. Oh, what kind of fiancée am I? “So.” Brooke's voice broke into my pondering. “You never mentioned that your fiancé had such an attractive brother.” I twirled my wine thoughtfully, slowly bringing it to my lips. Brooke never really talked about men or relationships. We never really talked to each other about our relationships but I was sure she’s single. The type of single where you don’t have sex for a long, long time. I mean, she never even bought any of the lingerie. And they are very naughty lingerie.

BLURB “Why are you everywhere? Why do you appear all around me?” I asked in an almost inaudible voice filled with frustration and weakness “Do I still have to answer that?” He smirked. “Fine, it's simple. You're mine, and I don't plan on letting you go or even sharing you." *** Elena Carter felt heartbroken after finding out her best friend and ex-fiance were having an affair. They called her a liability as she had been with their support after her graduation and her failed attempts to secure a job for over a year. In desperation to avoid the pain that pierced through her heart like a saber, she went to a club where she had a one night stand with someone who turn

Trent Something has changed. I don't like this... I think I have a problem! I always go after people that my brother has an interest in. I have an obsession with my brother. It's crazy how I got more interested in Gwen the moment I realized that my brother had claimed her. What psychotic problem is this? I hate my brother but I have always found an obsession in whatever he is obsessed with. Ever since he got mixed up with the witches and became a Thylacine, he got more attention from father, grandfather, and anyone than I did.

Of course he wanted something. “You’re crazy,” I whispered, trying to push past him. His arm slammed against the pillar beside my head, caging me in. The sound made me flinch. “Crazy?” His body loomed over mine, eyes gleaming like fire. “You’ve spent years fawning over my brother. Years starving for scraps from him. Obsessing over a man who doesn’t even see you like I do.” I froze. My heart stumbled. “Like you do?” I breathed, horrified at the way my voice trembled.

So I asked him, "How do you know my name?" He just responded, "My brother has not stopped thinking about you, I'm even tired of hearing your name in his head over and over again." Then he playfully added, "If I were you Amelia I think I would be careful as you now have an obsessed person, my brother after you." At this comment we both started laughing and I thought to myself I'm really starting to like this guy he seemed cool then he suprisingly responded, "I'm really starting to like you too you seem pretty cool also."

“I’m serious.” “So am I.” My brother ignored me completely. One of his most irritating traits. “You’ve been distracted for weeks.” “I’m working.” “You’ve opened the same email six times.” I glanced toward the screen. Then immediately looked away. Emile’s expression turned smug. I hated when that happened. “You’re obsessed.” I laughed. “You only just noticed?” “Not obsessed like before.” The amusement disappeared from my face. Because he was right. And we both knew it. This wasn’t the same.