Right Time, Wrong Brother Novels & Stories

Under the table, Neriah's hand found mine again, just for a second, warm and steady, before she went back to stealing fries off my plate like nothing had happened at all. • • • We stayed until the afternoon light started slanting gold through the windows, the three of us drifting between studying and talking about nothing important, and for a few hours I forgot to brace myself for anything. It was such a small thing, forgetting to brace. I hadn't realized how tired the bracing made me until I felt what it was like to set it down, even briefly. Neriah argued with Rhydian about some show I'd never watched, dragging me into a debate I had no business having an opinion on, and I found myself lau

Noticing Bosco's unsettled expression, the reporter nervously offered him a cup of tea. "Mr. Sharp, you could have just sent someone to pick it up. There was no need to come all this way." As he spoke, he clicked on the video. "That poor woman was betrayed by her own twin sister." Bosco's head snapped toward him, his eyes fixing on the reporter with such force that the man stopped in his tracks. "What did you say? Twin sister?" Before the reporter could respond, the video played—this time, in crystal-clear detail. Martha's face filled the screen.

Then I opened the top drawer of my desk and dropped it inside. I closed the drawer. I turned the small brass key in the lock. I dropped the key into the breast pocket of my shirt, against my ribs, and I sat back in my chair and looked at the closed drawer for a long time. Outside the window, the morning had finished arriving. Somewhere inside this house, my brother was being washed for the ground. That alone was a terror I had never imagined would come. I closed my eyes. I did not let it out.

Let’s undo this wrong. Alessia’s heart skipped a beat. She was genuinely scared by Brayden’s persistence. He looked a little deranged right now. ‘You are my brother-in-law,’ she repeated. But Brayden didn’t back down. ‘I can’t forget you, Alessia. We both made mistakes, but it’s not too late to rectify them. I’m willing to leave Connie for you. I’m willing to take care of the boy too, even though he’s not my son. I want you back in my life. Can you give me another chance? Please. We used to be so good together.’

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.”

“What did I do.” "I had…no…have a little fling with his brother." Enzo's eyes shone while he covers his mouth. "What?” I say searching his face while I refill my glass. “Luca!!, remember Don Abruzzi. Come on man, there are other young men out there. He pauses a look of concern written in his face. “Why does it always have to get you and by you ‘US’ involved with the mafia.” “What Enzo. How was i supposed to know that the sober young man I met here at this club was Don Rossi's brother.”

"And about the fight we had, I'm really sorry. I know you're disappointed more than anyone else. I'm the older one but I'm not yet that much wiser. I make mistakes sometimes. I know you didn't mean any of the things you said to me and I forgive you already. Even if you plunge a tagger into my heart, Evy, I would always love you. If I make it out here alive I promise never to keep anything from you ever again, so please don't..." Abruptly, the sound of something crashing filled the atmosphere. A chill ran down Evelyn's spine as she heard her sister make a distorted groan and then the sound of a thud. That sent a shockwave of fear through her body. She could feel agitated energy building up in

Actually, no… last night was the wrong brother. Seeing Liam standing there looking confused, I came back to my senses. What have I done? I had sex with Jaxon West! I had sex with the Wrong Brother!!! T. B. C!!

"I’m leaving him, Damien. I choose you." He kissed me deeply, his hand tightening possessively on my hip. "Good girl," he murmured. "Because I was never going to let you go." As I drifted off to sleep in his arms, full of his cum and his love, I realized something beautiful and terrifying. I had married the wrong brother, but I had finally found the right one. The End.

"Oh, wait. That’s right. Your best friend who was supposed to be the best man ditched your ass. Because you fucked his little sister. The same little sister who’s getting married to some other guy on the same goddamn day you’re marrying your whore. Poetic, really." A ragged sigh tore out of me. I ran a hand through my hair, the clean, spa-smelling strands feeling alien. This was it. The pit I’d dug, so deep I couldn’t see the sky anymore. I looked at my little brother. The anger in his eyes was just the top layer but underneath was a hurt I’d put there. "Leo," I started, "Just… shut up for a second, okay?" "Why? Does the truth hurt, big brother? Does it—"