One Direction Bromances Novels & Stories

“You can drive your brother to school.” Brother. The word nearly made me choke. Ryan looked like he wanted to argue. Istead he forced a fake smile. “Sure.” My mother looked pleased. “See? You boys are already bonding.” I almost felt bad for her. She looked genuinely hopeful and completely unaware of reality. “We should leave.” Ryan stood abruptly. His tone made it sound like a threat. I grabbed my backpack immediately, dreading every moment I was going to spend with him. The drive started in complete silence. Ryan didn’t turn on music or even speak to me. I sat rigidly in the passenger seat. The moment we passed through the estate gates, Ryan slammed on the brakes. My body jerked forward.

" The voice message was sent out, but there was no reply. She slammed her phone violently onto the couch, and Freya quickly patted her back. Tyler stood silently at the side, staring at that crumpled piece of paper. His heart felt empty, at a loss for words. The living room remained quiet for a long time. Suddenly, Mom stood up, straightened her hair, and her tone turned cold. "She's not coming back, right? Fine. "The venue deposit of twenty thousand has already been paid, the food is prepared, and the relatives are all waiting at the hotel. It can't be refunded. "Cleo might be a disappointment, but I won't allow myself to be embarrassed out there." She glanced at Freya, then switched her ga

“I will.” Daniel stepped forward. He extended his hand. For years… They had stood on opposite sides. Today… He offered Damien his hand as a brother. Damien took it. “No more secrets.” Daniel smiled. “No more secrets.” Noah joined them. Then Grace. One by one… The family embraced. Even Ethan stepped forward. He looked at Damien. “Our fathers would’ve been proud.” Damien nodded. “So let’s give them something worth watching.” Marco finally clapped his hands. “Enough.”

If I were the one who started it, then I should be the one to finish it. The car pulled up in front of Hyacinth Diner. The assistant handling coordination had said Jessica specifically chose this place. When I pushed the door open, I didn't see her or Cole there. Rather, the group who'd mocked me back in Room 808 was there. Their mocking smiles didn't change when they saw me. "Well, look who's here. Isn't this Percy, the infamous freeloader who got dumped 101 times?" "What, you couldn't make it after the divorce, so you came here to beg for scraps?"

"Are you going to apologize or not?" "Bambi, it's almost your turn to go onstage," Bridget reminded her. Niamh chuckled. "If you win first place, I'll apologize to you. How about that?" Bambi agreed without hesitation. "There's no backing out, Aunt Niamh! If I win first place, you'll apologize to me and my craft project!"

"Lou, what's the matter? If you don't have anything to say, I'm hanging up. I'm busy." I couldn't remember the last time he'd spoken to me so softly. So, he knew how to be gentle, after all—it just wasn't for me anymore. I let out a bitter laugh. "Joshua, I'll say this one last time. Margaret's getting cremated tomorrow. If you don't show up today, don't come crying to me later." Joshua sounded frustrated when he heard my voice.

Aiden looks between the two of us, his lips quivering up slightly before he clears his throat. “You better take care of her,” he says, trying to sound serious, but there’s emotion in his voice. Adrian smiles, reaching for my hands. “Always.” Aiden hesitates for half a second before nodding. Then he steps back, joining Harper and Susan. And just like that, it’s just us. Me and Adrian. Exactly where we’re meant to be. The officiant speaks, but I barely hear them. My pulse is loud in my ears, my heartbeat an uneven rhythm of anticipation. Then Adrian turns to me, holding both of my hands in his. His grip is steady, sure.

Lucas whispered for her ears only and somehow, his words only heightened her panic. His minty cologne mixed with her lilac body spray and the product was a mesmerizing scent that helped to calm her nerves. He managed to keep her at arm’s length in a way even though they were up close to each other. Soon, the dance was over and other couples took the floor, giving Evelyn time to catch her breath. It was by sheer luck that she had not forgotten a dance step and ruined the whole routine.

she finally admits and relaxes a bit, giving me a tentative smile as if she's trying to sense if we're already best friends, "Was it a hard launch, for you two? We have been wondering..." "Absolutely not," I respond, before she gets even more ideas, "Bram was there as my date because he has three million followers. I needed those to get more donations. We did what we needed to do to boost the charity and it paid off... but we are not dating or crushing on each other or fucking or anything at all. There is no need to speculate. You can pass that information to the rest of the team." "Yeah. And, by the way, Ana doesn't drink black coffee," Bram says as he takes another sip, "So I'm going to ke