Right Time, Wrong Brother Novels & Stories

His brows knitted together and something akin to hurt flashed across his face. I shut my eyes, trying to find my words. “Braxton, I just thought it was you last night and I wasn't expecting that it was Slade ㅡ” I wasn't lying. I had thought it was Braxton. I had thought it was him. Fuck, I was sleepy and I didn't even make out the difference, I was so blinded by the pleasure that shot through me with each stroke that I didn't realize a grave mistakeㅡ I was with the wrong brother.

𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬. 𝘓𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘥 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘙𝘢𝘫𝘶, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘨

He didn't make any mistakes, he told that surrogate troublemaker to stay in the car for five minutes but she left hence causing trouble for him "Bro just look at me...that surrogate of yours is nothing but trouble...yes I left her there but…"Kyan added when he wasn't getting any response from his older brother but he was cut short by the opening of the door which brought nothing but a huge smile to his face that he immediately turned around only to see the man he was waiting for

And yet, someone that formidable had his political mating ruined because of me. The dining table was set with my favorite roasted venison, but I couldn't swallow a bite. My eyes stung. "Casper, don't blame Kyler. I'm the one who's clumsy... I ran to the wrong pack, got the wrong Alpha, and messed up your plans..."

Sophia Hawthorne spent five years loving a man who never loved her back. Five years being the perfect wife — until her husband asked for an open marriage. The very next day, he brought home a pregnant woman. Humiliated and betrayed, Sophia decides to make him regret everything. And revenge leads her straight into the arms of the one man she should never want. Jaxx Moretti. Her husband's younger brother. The family's black sheep. Her greatest temptation. The man with a wicked smile, filthy promises, and a dangerous habit of looking at her like she's already his. Getting involved with him was supposed to be simple. A reckless mistake, a way to make her husband jealous. But Sophia quickly

He walked toward his brother while everyone watched his every step and waited for what was going to happen. He stopped when he reached that seat next to the god of time. " He stared at his brother. “You’re the one who doesn’t belong in that seat, brother,” he said, with emphasis on the last word. “Move.” “You can’t make me,” his older brother said to him.

"So, no. These fuckin' bastards screwed up my whole family and I'm so not one of them." Two G gazes at him, "I am sorry, Mahone." At that moment, Adam sneakily gives him a crumpled page between the bars. He smooths the page, the words written in it are - "Tonight, 12.30 am Your brother is coming." "Oh," Mahone laughs looking at it. "Looks like big brother has come to rescue me. Fine, I'll give him a bear hug. Now, it's time for me to go to the infirmary."

"I am the one who is accountable for the choices I have made in my own home with the knowledge at my disposal." She stared at him. "Yes, " she replied. "And you are the guy who waited for his brother for twenty-three years, who got something that was almost identical to his brother, and who decided to trust it. Because trust was the right response to what he had been given. You were wrong. You made a mistake. But your mistake was one that makes some sort of sense. It is quite reasonable. Any person who has waited as long as you did would have been that way."

“There it is. Perfect Vincenzo with the brightest future. And suddenly I’m in the way.” We’d been born into opposition. Two sons from two women, raised under the same roof but pulled in opposite directions from the start. Every win of mine cost him something, and every mistake of his was held up as a lesson for me. It had never been peaceful, only a quiet, endless tug-of-war neither of us ever won. “You burn too many bridges, brother,” I stated carefully. He looked away, dragging a hand through his dark brown hair, swept back from his face with a few unruly strands slipping loose over his tense brows. “You don’t know what I’m dealing with.”

Not equal to Zane's, but significant enough that Roman made a sound that wasn't quite a word, something between disbelief and fury, and Beth closed her eyes entirely. Then he voiced it out anyway. “This is utterly ridiculous!” Roman said under his breath. I sat there watching decades of family history surface in real time. Old rivalries I had no context for and old wounds that had clearly never healed, just been buried under enough wealth and obligation that everyone had agreed to pretend they didn't exist. Roman's resentment toward his brother - dead now and unable to defend himself - was so visible it felt like something physical sitting in the room with us. I felt like an outsider watchin