Right Time, Wrong Brother Novels & Stories

Everyone else came and congratulated us. "I still owe you a ring Millie Mouse since you stole my chance to propose," Hayden said. "Yeap, I win," I smirked. I didn't care about the ring or anything else. All I wanted was the guy of my dreams, and he was standing right in front of me. His pale blue eyes were gazing into mine. I encircled my arms around his neck and got lost in his kiss. ___ end ___ Thank you everyone for reading The Wrong Brother! Please be sure to check out my other stories in this platform:

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

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 held him back by the hand, “Go to a different hospital for another medication, I think they are giving Brother the wrong drugs so he won't get better.” Killian doesn't say anything but he registered what his brother had told him. He does exactly that and goes to a different hospital and explains the situation to the doctor there. “No sir, this is the right one. Usually it takes time to see results, just keep giving him the medication and he should be fine soon.” The doctor reassured him and he could only nod, he was a bit calmer because of the reassurance but now he had to return home and report everything to his mate and his brother.

"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.

“This is my son, Theo.” His gaze dropped to Theo for a second, then he signaled the waiter. “Scotch. Neat.” I made myself breathe. Common coloring, a hard jaw. Half the tall men in this city had a hard jaw. I was frightened for Theo, and I’d had the wrong man’s name in my head all night. Now I was seeing ghosts across a tablecloth. I wanted to be wrong. I needed to be wrong. Because if I was right, then I was about to marry a man whose own brother had fathered my son, and I couldn’t think of a single way to deal with it that didn’t end with Julian in pieces.

Beggar There is never a time to tell someone that their brother or sister aren't perfect, that their sins were unforgivable, but Zero is right, it is another day’s problem. We ride for a few hours, stopping at a gas station. Zero keeps his hands in my jeans pocket when we get an energy drink from the short stop.

“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.”