Surrounded By My Brothers Novel Novels & Stories

I said nervously and they all smiled. 5 brothers and 13 cousins.. . I guess they wanted to contribute 1% of the population. I can't manage 5 of these overprotective brothers.. Now how will I survive 13 more? Alex Romano.. You had better have some tricks up your sleeves to get me...

mom inquired, her eyes reflecting a depth of care that differentiated clearly with the brothers’ cruelty. “I slept fine,” I replied, hiding the torment within. I pulled a chair close to Mom, seeking an atmosphere of comfort in her presence. The brothers’ indifference remained, visible on their faces, but the warmth from my mom and Robin offered me some peace. As I settled into my seat, the breakfast gathering, with a mix of tension and familiarity in the air, marked the beginning of a new day – one where I looked to forget about yesterday and just have a normal day. As I nervously sat by Mom’s side, the brothers exchanged glances with me, and they couldn’t resist smirking, their eyes flashin

Katrina turned at the feel of his closeness, and she almost collided with him. The air between them tightened, charged, and her pulse suddenly became loud in her ears. She barely had time to inhale before he leaned in and kissed her, swift and silencing every thought in her head. When he pulled back, Katrina stared at him, a bit stunned, her lips parted slightly. “Do brothers kiss their sisters like that?” Jace asked quietly, his gaze still lingering on her lips. Katrina swallowed hard, trying not to falter. “Well, I heard brothers tend to be overly protective of their sisters,” she said lightly, forcing the words out.

“I know. You were always kind. Kinder than I deserved.” He nodded, then left. I sank against the counter, drained. In two days, both Stone brothers had walked back into my life. The storm was only beginning. “Mommy?” Ethan appeared in the doorway, eyes serious. “Are you sad?” I wiped my face quickly. “Just tired. Are you hungry?” He slipped his small hand into mine. “The man who was here—he looked like Daddy.” My chest tightened. “They’re brothers. Sometimes brothers look alike.” “Like me and Eva,” he said.

Brothers at war ( Love conquers) Chapter 15 - Natty POV I sat in my room...it was empty for now and I'm damn happy about that there was nobody in to throw questions at me. I hugged my knees tightly and cried like a kid. I really feel useless. I really told no one except the first young master and how he found out I don't know. The door went open as Stella walked in with other maids why now?? "Look at you.. more than what I'd describe you as" she said

Things would never be the same between us. He was my brother but the way he felt and the way he made me feel was not the same. I couldn't explain it but my heart fluttered in my chest like a butterfly in a jar. All it wanted was to escape and right now the only escape was in the lips kissing mine, I grabbed his face with both hands and deepened the kiss as I kissed back.

he murmured. My fingers trembled slightly as I shook his hand– I felt the heat against his palm. I forced a smile as the air between us was too still, too knowing. I tucked a strand of hair behind my hair, before withdrawing my hand from his. Then I turned to Ezra. “You never told me you had a brother,” I said, forcing a casual tone. Ezra chuckled, giving my arm a playful mean squeeze.

I was going to give her all the details personally though,just like I had done with Kaden. I froze. I had sex with both brothers in the space of a week! How could I have—- Well, it was too late. I didn’t ask them to be my stepbrothers anyway. Grabbing my robe over my nude body, I tiptoed out and started running a bath. Steam rose and the rosy scent hit my nose as the tub filled. Lost in my thoughts, I jolted at the click of the door behind me. Cameron leaned casually against the frame, an amused smirk playing at his lips.

Then the unmistakable rhythmic creak of a bedframe. My face went nuclear. Noah and Lena. Obviously. They’d been “showering” for like forty-five minutes. I froze, plate halfway to the table, mortified on behalf of everyone involved. Ethan noticed immediately. He turned down the heat on the stove, wiped his hands on the dish towel, and cocked his head toward the ceiling. “Sounds like your brother’s putting in work,” he said, deadpan. “Shut up,” I hissed, cheeks burning so hot I could have cooked the pasta on them.

It was something I’d never had, not even from my own family. My family had always revolved around my brother, the golden one with the easy smile and perfect grades. Holidays and dinners were all about his latest achievement, his plans, his life, while I sat quietly in the corner, picking at my food. “Roman’s fine,” Mom would say if I coughed or looked tired. “He’s tough.” And I was. I had to be. I learned early to fix my own scrapes, handle my own messes, because nobody else ever did. I built walls around myself, relied only on me, because that was the only way to keep the hurt from getting in.