My Dear Brother Is Obsessed With Me Novels & Stories

“Your perfume was so intoxicating. I was about to fuck you and have hundreds of people testify to my obsession for you.” I moan lowly, enjoying the friction of his lips on my skin. “You were driving me crazy as well.” He smiles against my skin, “I love to hear that, but it’s not what I meant.” “What did you mean then?” I gulp, absolutely sure that he will feel my heart accelerate as he grazes the crook of my neck with his lips. “My brother…” he starts, making me feel like suffocating. “He made a strange remark as we were back home from the fashion show.”

Not fair…not fair at all… On a normal day, this would have been an exclusive sight to watch, the way his abs flexed out in the bright moonlight, the way his body made my pussy so fucking wet, I craved to scream daddy to him, but not today, cause a part of me was sick and tied of letting my heart bleed, sick and tired of living in fantasies, sick and tired of craving something I could never have I was really suffering…badly “It’s always about my brother right?” It wasn’t a question, it was more of a statement, and I was too frustrated to care “I know that if not because my brother and you are best friends, you would want nothing to do with me…” “What are you saying?” He stopped wrapping my le

She also told me she forced everyone to enjoy breakfast at a single table as they all were always busy handling their work stuff to give attention to family. “Brother is waiting for you El, very impatient for you, ha?” she teased me, hugging up the call, nudging her elbow in my hand. I accepted that I have a small crush on her brother because I couldn’t tell her I love him. It was too much for me to confess to her, especially when I know that he only has an obsession with me.

“What worked out well? It was horrific. Your brother is a player, I am telling you. He wants me to forget about it? Men don’t forget Becky Murray. I haven’t stopped thinking about him for months, and he is acting like it's nothing.” “Tell him if you feel this way, Becky. You and I see each other almost every day, and I had no clue you were obsessing over Derrick,” I suggested. “Obsessing over him? Who me? He wished.” Becky flipped her hair like a diva. “I am over your brother and ready for the next hunk I see.” “Okay. I’ll help you find him, but can we go now? I am dying to see my mother,” I requested.

it was the problem with growing an obsession with someone, when you didn't see them for even a single second, it drives you absolutely crazy " Bro, your brother wants to see you. he has been bothering me since earlier to get you, just go and see what he wants " One of his friends said. " f****** ignore him, he probably wants me to help him bury somebody" " huh? who did he kill this time? " "How would I know?" " you don't think it's that nurse you've been fucking right? it wouldn't be the first time he's killed your fuck mate "

“I hoped I might run into you here. It’s been three days, and I have found it harder than I expected to stay away.” My breath caught, and I glanced around quickly, making sure no one we knew was nearby. “Lucifer, what are you doing? If someone sees us talking this way…” “Relax,” he said gently, his hand brushing lightly against my arm, sending a familiar tingle through me. “We are family, remember? There is nothing strange about the older brother speaking to his brother’s girlfriend. We are just having a conversation.”

Evan's expression remained unreadable. "What about him?" He asked and the man replied. "He was attacked three nights ago.... He sustained a gunshot wound." Evan slowly set the whiskey glass down. "And?" "He survived... The doctors say he'll recover." Evan chuckled. A low... Almost amused sound. "Lucky him." The man remained silent because he knew that tone, it never meant anything good. Evan walked toward the large window. "So..." "My dear brother is finally bleeding." His reflection smiled. "Who did it?"

He was standing in front of the mirror, loosening his tie, when he glanced at me. “Babe, the company’s in deep shit, cash flow is completely fucked. We’ve got maybe two months before things get ugly.” I froze halfway to the door, my stomach twisted. Richard sighed and turned around. “Look, isn’t your stepbrother Luca some big-shot CEO? The guy’s loaded. You should reach out and ask him for help, he’s family, right?” My cheeks burned instantly. Just hearing his name out loud made my pussy clench. “We’re not close,” I said quickly. “He’s just my stepbrother.”

AVA “I literally have the absolute worst news in the world,” Riley groaned a few days later, floating on her back as we swam in her parents' backyard pool. I stopped paddling and wiped the water from my eyes. “What’s wrong? What happened?” “My brother is coming along on the trip,” she said, letting out a dramatic whine. I almost laughed out loud at the pure misery in her voice. “Well, Riles, your parents are his parents too. He kind of belongs in the family photo.”

And vaguely familiar in a way that made my stomach turn over. Then he stepped under the chandelier, and the light hit his face. The sharp jaw. The scar cutting through his left eyebrow. Those cold, flat green eyes scanning the room like he owned every person in it. My champagne glass nearly slipped from my hand. "No." "What?" Holly leaned in, smelling blood. "That's Liam." The name tasted like battery acid. "That's my brother." Holly blinked. "Your brother? The one in Europe? The disaster?" "He's not supposed to be here." My voice came out strangled. "He's supposed to be gone. I thought mother paid him to stay gone."