My Senior Brother Is Too Steady

She vowed never to love again… but he refuses to let her go. Avni, A young Indian widow, scarred by loss and betrayal, has built walls so high that no man can breach them. Cold, unyielding, and distant, she rejects every suitor who dares to approach her. Love has no place in her shattered heart—until Robert enters her life. Robert Taylor—wealthy, powerful, and relentless—is her late husband's elder brother. The first time he saw her was on the day of her wedding; the second, at his brother’s funeral. And from that moment, he knew—she was meant to be his. Now, with nothing standing in his way, Robert is determined to claim the woman he has always desired. But she resists him with every ounce of strength she has. She despises men, fights the undeniable pull between them, and refuses to surrender to his charm. Yet Robert is nothing if not patient. With subtle seduction, unwavering persistence, and a deep, abiding passion, he slowly melts the ice around her heart. As their undeniable chemistry ignites, past wounds and hidden fears threaten to tear them apart. Can she let go of her pain and trust him? Can he heal her shattered soul and prove that love, once lost, can be found again? A tale of passion, persistence, and a love that refuses to be denied—dive into this unforgettable journey and discover if love can truly conquer all.

Hanya is mad with the Alegre especially with Keze, because of what they did to her. Keze is her rival in everything, because he's always there where ever she was. Even with her previous boyfriends were convinced by Keze to broke up with her. She left their place angry with Keze and the Alegre's. Five years later they met again, and that's when she found out that Keze had only done those things to get closer to her and not to go to anyone else. Will she believe that the young man has loved her for a long time or she will still take revenge on him and not be fooled by him anymore. ? ..

The moment the acid hit my skin, I heard my own flesh sizzle. In the last moments before my consciousness faded, my trembling fingers managed to dial my brother, the new Don of the Steele family. To my relief, Farrow finally answered. The sounds of expensive jazz and clinking glasses bled through the receiver. His voice was cold as ice. "What is it this time, Grace?" "Farrow... help me..." He cut me off before I could finish. "Listen, Betty's book launch is tomorrow night. If you dare cause a scene or embarrass the Family, I'll disown you. I'll ship you off to a convent in Sicily." The line went dead. A moment later, a second splash of acid hit my face, and the searing agony consumed me. My eyes were gone, leaving nothing but hollow, bloody sockets. You don't need to exile me, Farrow. I'm already gone. Forever.

Remus, a werewolf, was a adopted by humans. And became a younger brother of Rhon Scofield, whom he loved like a real brother even though he never showed it. But unfortunately, he found out that his mate is his brother's girlfriend, and a human being. Could he resist the desire to claim his mate? Would his mate accept his identity? Or will he reject his mate for his brother's sake?

"Ms. Harris, you're already six months pregnant. The baby is fully formed... Are you sure you want to go through with the abortion? The hospital strongly advises against it." The doctor said hesitatingly. Phoebe Harris instinctively placed a hand over her swollen belly. Six months. The child had grown inside her, from something no bigger than a grain of rice to the size it was now. They say a mother and her child share an unspoken bond, and she could feel it too. If she weren't utterly broken inside, what mother would ever have the heart to give up her baby who was about to enter the world? After a silence that seemed to stretch on forever, Phoebe took a deep breath. Then, with a resolve that left no room for doubt, she said, "I'm sure."

When the village chief delivered the items for my wedding, my fiancé's adopted sister, who was the apple of his eye, suddenly burst into tears. She cut my wedding dress and smashed the wardrobe that my older brother made for me. Every time I was about to lose my temper, my fiancé, who was also my childhood sweetheart, would immediately side with her. He claimed that she was still young and did not understand jealousy; she was just insecure. Even my own brother defended her, saying I had a birth brother who doted on me. It would not hurt to give in to her. When an earthquake happened, they both ran to her and protected her tightly beneath their bodies. Meanwhile, I was trapped under the ruins for three days and three nights. My brother and fiancé tried every possible way to cheer up her, leaving the villagers to rescue me instead. When they looked at me with wounds all over my body, they only said, "Don't overthink it. Jenn is timid and frightened. We couldn't leave her alone." I was on bed rest for a month, but not once did I see them. Only the village chief came to see me. He tried to persuade me, saying, "You're the first college student in our village. Are you really going to give up on your studies just to get married? This—" I interrupted him, "I made my decision before you came. I'll report to the college on time!"

My parents, Morris Lester and Andrea Smith, got a divorce. My younger brother, Ian Lester, goes with my mother, who marries into money, while I stay with my father, who has just gone bankrupt. However, fate has a twisted sense of humor. My mother remarries Mark Laurent, an abusive man, and her life spirals downward. My father, on the other hand, pulls himself together and builds a successful business from the ground up. Ian becomes green with jealousy. He pretends to be pitiful, begs me to take him shopping, and drives us straight into a car crash that kills us both. When I open my eyes again, we're back on the day our parents file a divorce. This time, Ian pipes up, "I want to stay with Dad and make a better life together!" I keep a straight face, but deep down, I'm over the moon. I, Ethan Lester, refuse to spend another lifetime living like a fugitive.

"Please!! Leave me, it's not right, you are my sister's husband!! It's wrong!! ", Anjali begged in front of Alex. Alex chuckled and grabbed her jaws tightly, " I don't care , from now you are my mistress , your only work is to serve your master. Now strip or you want me to do that honor for you ", He ordered woth cold expression. When Anjali heard that words from her mouth her blood boiled due to anger , she pushed him with her full strength and with full force she slapped him so hard, " Until now, I was silent just for the sake that you are my brother in law but today you have crossed your every limit. Now I will tell about you to everyone!! Just wait and watch ", Anjali said with disgust and spit on the floor while glaring Alex. Alex clenched his fist tight and fisted her hairs tightly, " I am not afraid of anything b, do whatever you want because in last you will be under me screaming my name, so it's better for saving your energy for bed ", he gritted out. " Ahhh.... I will tell Nina and dad about your disgusting acts ", Anjali glared him furiously. Alex smiled sarcastically and asked, " What will you tell them, that you fucked your brother in law on your eighteenth birthday by the way it's your family that gifted you as a gift on your eighteenth birthday and now they sold you to me " . Anjali slapped his hand and said, " Don't lie!! I know my family can't do anything like that . How could you stoop so low just for your lust." " Ok then ask your family, they will told you truth ", Alex said with bored expression and leave her hair. Without wasting any time Anjali ran out of his mention

What if your brother's best friend became your worst distraction? Klaus, with his chiseled charm, piercing gaze, and reckless smile, was that distraction for Morticia. •••••••••• Morticia Addams had always noticed Klaus, her brother's best friend, since they were young. He was the ultimate forbidden fantasy. The man who could have anyone, and usually did. But she? She was an off-limits--an innocent nerd who lives in the shadow of her protective brother. Or at least, that’s what she told herself. She had always thought she stood no chance with Klaus because he's a notorious womanizer who chased everything in a skirt. For years, she watched as Klaus broke hearts and left women craving more of his reckless love and lust. But when she got into the same college as him, everything changed... Then, she discovered a different side of him - fierce, primal, and unapologetic. ~~~~~~~~~~ "Wha—is that a banana in your pocket?" Her gaze dropped on the bulge between his legs. He moved closer, trapping her against the wall. "Yeah. Would you like to eat it up?" His eyes drifted to her chest, lingering on her hardened nipples. "I wouldn't mind."

I never asked for this life. I was in love with someone else—someone I believed I’d grow old with. But my father had other plans. He begged me to marry a man I didn’t know, Dexter Cooper, just to keep a promise he made years ago with his rich friend. When I refused, he said he would end his life. I didn’t want that on my conscience. So I agreed. Dexter didn’t want me either. He already had a girlfriend and made it clear that I wasn’t good enough for him. From the first day of our marriage, he hated me. He humiliated me, pushed me aside, and had affairs right in front of me. I had no voice, no one to believe me—not even my father. But then came Derek—Dexter’s younger brother. He noticed me, paid attention to what I said, and took good care of me. I finally felt like I was important. We got closer, and I started to really like him. A single secret moment between us turned things around completely. When the truth emerged about the betrayal and lies, I faced a choice: fight for respect or leave to guard my heart. This is my story of pain, love, and betrayal. I didn’t choose this war, but I won’t be a victim in it.