Romance Book Series About Brothers Novels & Stories

Twelve men are sitting around a long, polished table—each one a relic of an era that raised my lovers, judged them, and now fears them. We don’t bow. That alone earns murmurs. “This is the girl,” one of them mutters. “Your stepsister,” another says aloud, deliberately. Vincenzo’s hand tightens around mine. Don Salvatore, the oldest of them all, leans forward, eyes sharp and assessing. “Elena Romano,” he says. “Or do you no longer carry that name?” “I carry the name I survived,” I reply before any of the brothers can stop me. A ripple of surprise moves through the table.

There is no way in hell I'd ever be able to stand in the same room as him and that strange Beta of his! I could almost think they were lovers. Yeah, right. Because, If that was pure, innocent friendship, I'd rather run with rogues. They were unnaturally close they were and too in sync. Otherwise, how could a man be so close to his best friend to the point of fucking the same woman at the same time? They shared women like they were blood and wine. Fuck. They called it brotherhood. I call it fucked up. And now Norlan wanted those two in my territory?

“They are the definition of sugar daddies.” “I can’t believe this is my life right now,” I muttered, dropping onto my bed. “Sofia,” Jane said, her voice shifting slightly, “can I ask you something? And you have to be honest with me.” “I’m always honest,” I said cautiously. “What exactly is going on with those brothers?” I hesitated. “What do you mean?” “I mean,” she pressed, “they come into the bar, flirt with you, kiss you… and now they’re handing you a ridiculous amount of money.

I was still in my daze when I felt the effect of his heavy pounch on me, bursting my lips in the process. "You should watch your words! Don't talk to me as if I'm your slave! I'm not! I'm your brother!" With every word coming from him, I couldn't help but laugh even though I felt pain on my bursted lips. "Do you act like one? I've stopped considering yourself as my brother since five years ago! You are nothing but a murderer and a betrayer!" I spat to his face as his attack on me brought the past memories that hit me hard.

Phoebe's Point-of-View Mateo Spencer, my husband, had impregnated Lily Shepherd, his sister-in-law, to repay his late brother, Maverick Spencer. For Lily's sake, he had even ruthlessly driven me away. He later found out about my plane crash and lost his mind, searching for me in a fit of desperation. … Lily held her hand up to the light, admiring the massive oval diamond ring from every angle.

Luke asked the question Vincent feared. “Is the boy yours?” Vincent did not answer. He did not need to. Luke understood. Their confrontation was not violent. It was worse. Luke accused Vincent of choosing power over love and Vincent accused Luke of interference. Luke admitted he respected Lily, admired her strength and believed she deserved a choice. Vincent warned him to stay away. For the first time in their lives, they stood on opposite sides. Yet beneath the anger and rivalry, something deeper remained. They had once been brothers.

Aria said, bringing out her book as lecture was about to begin. “So how did he become your brother? You never told me you had a brother.” Aria paused and turn to look at me. “He is so fucking hot and sexy but that doesn't mean I'm not afraid of him.” “We became family somehow.” The word ‘family’ left a bitter taste lingering on the tip of my tongue. “He is my step-brother and also the Bratva of Vipers Clan.” “Shit! Vipers Clan? The ruling clan in Russia?” Her eyes widened like that of a saucepan and her jaw dropped to the ground that I bet she wouldn't be able to pick it up for the next thirty minutes.

There's been a lot of scandals surrounding me lately but all of them are not true so to slowly due them down, I have to go to London to continue my school here. In London, I'll be Logan Christian. I don't want to stand out in the crowd so I decided to just befriend a nerdy, lonely and weird girl named Amanda Estelle. I heard that she's actually the granddaughter of Elliot Estelle, one of the richest men in England but I don't really care. She's not as weird as I thought she would be, she's just building a wall with other people.

His gaze flickered to mine, waiting for me to deny it, but before I could, Xavier leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. “She’s a bit shy about it,” Xavier added, voice laced with amusement. “But yeah, she’s ours.” I nearly choked. “Excuse me?” I spun toward them, glaring. “I’m not yours.” Lucas’ expression darkened, looking between me and them like he was trying to piece together a very disturbing puzzle. “Stepbrothers… and mates?” Rolex grinned. “Crazy, right? Fate works in mysterious ways.” Lucas did not look amused.

I hated the fact that I would fall into the seductive charm of other brothers again and again. “Do you hate the fact that we had sex that much?” He asked still holding me protectively. “I loved it. I loved it so much that it’s killing me, Valentino.” I said back as he kissed me on the head. “Then enjoy the moment, don’t think much about it.” He said as I sighed. He doesn’t know anything or maybe he does but he pretended he knew about my connection with his brothers like Valerio. I thought painfully. *********************************