Siblings By Chance Lovers By Choice Novels & Stories

You walked out, remember, so you have no right to walk in here uninvited and ask me stupid questions,’ I said angrily. ‘I need the answers, Pixie,’ Midas said, making my teeth grit when he said the pet name he gave me. ‘You want to hear the truth then I will tell you. Since we were teenagers you walked into my life. There has been no choice Midas. The only choice I have always had is you. You, Midas are my choice to love. It has always been you. These past six months, I have measured every man against your standards. As difficult as it is to say this, I will, they failed. So yes, you are my choice you bastard,’ I was fuming. I had not finished it when I found myself wrapped in Midas' arms wi

I was stuck here, trapped at a fancy dinner table in a mansion that reeked of money and lies. I stabbed a piece of asparagus with unnecessary aggression, ignoring my food completely. My mind wandered back to the life we left behind when it was just Mom and me trying to escape Dad’s fists and fake apologies. Freedom tasted like fresh air. Until Theron came along. What did Mom see in him, anyway? The tailored suits? The fake charm? The way he flirted like a teenager when no one was watching? Gross. But just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse… I walked Ian Hardin.

He moved closer. She wanted to respond but had no idea what to say. What could she say? She did not want to give him false hope. She knew she still loved him very much but she could not be with him anymore, she already had someone else and she was happy but yet she could not bring herself to say she could not be with him anymore. She was so conflicted. She loved them both but differently, she knew she could not make a choice as she was already with someone else and James loved her deeply. What she had with Alex was different to what she had with James. With Alex it was a teenage young love with passion and excitement and a lot of ups and downs and with James it was a mature, steady, healthy

She inwardly whimpered in frustration, but nodded at him. It didn’t take long for them to start eating, and Simone was ashamed to say that he was, without a shred of a doubt, a better cook than her. They ate in silence, focusing on their food, until he decided to acknowledge the big elephant in the room, “I am eager to know your response. That being said, know that should you choose not to be my lover, I will forget all about what we have. I’ll be the doting stepbrother you’ve always known.” Simone let out a noncommittal sound in the back of her throat before telling him, “I want to explore this.”

He knows all too well how relationships make life messy and complicated. Until the day Emily Lassiter begs Phin to help her teenage brother… One click All I Want Is You now! Not ready for Taking a Chance on Love to end? Sign up for an exclusive bonus chapter! Find out what happens when Thea introduces Anthony to her brothers…

"I'm not going there, Dad. He kicked me out. There’s security. There’s Ethan." "You aren't going there as a critic," Rahul said, a dark gleam in his eyes. "You’re going there as a guest. I’ve already sent the message. If he doesn't invite you, the photograph goes to the Times. The 'Legacy' burns before he can play another note." I looked at the photograph. The boy in the picture had the same grey, searching eyes that had looked at me with such desire without permission only hours ago. I felt a wave of nausea. The enemies-to-lovers trope wasn't just a literary device; it was my life. But the "lovers" part was a lie, and the "enemies" part was deeper than I had ever imagined.

Although we believed in fated mates like the werewolves, it was rare here; every vampire chooses who they love and, once the other accepts, they would become lovers and a bond would be created between them. My sister met with this man, and they both decided to become mates as what seemed like love grew between them. No one knew he was among the enemies, and before we could realize it, he had slit the throat of my sister with a dagger. I was only 11 years old when it happened, and hearing it all and seeing my lifeless sister broke my heart into pieces, especially when I heard her killer was the same man she was head over heels in love with.

I would always measure myself against my brother. He was the only reason I was born in the first place. When Scott had been twelve, he was diagnosed with leukemia. His best hope had been a bone marrow transplant, but neither of our parents had been a good enough match. Mom and Dad took a chance that a sibling might be, though. And then I hadn’t been.

"You're here. You're finally here. Thank goodness you're here. I still have you…" I looked down at him and said coldly, "You're mistaken. I'm here to finalize our divorce." He looked incredulous and grabbed the cuff of my sleeve. "No, that's impossible. You still love me. Right? "I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have cheated on you with Hailey. I shouldn't have upset you. Hailey hasn't even come to visit me these days. You're the only one who cares about me." His expression turned vicious. "All of our relatives flocked to us when my parents were still alive. Now that they're dead, they can't even be bothered to attend their funeral. They're all just waiting to pounce on the inheritan

Alen asked, breaking the tense silence. "I'm her…" Dillbert's voice caught in his throat as he hesitated, remembering his current place in Caroline's life. "I'm her friend," he finally answered softly. Ex-lover—more precisely, the lover who dumped Caroline after her first love returned. A foolish man who let go of a woman as extraordinary as Caroline. Five years of being alone didn’t mean Mrs. Jasmine, Dillbert's mother, wasn’t searching for someone new to bring into his life. She desperately wanted grandchildren, but no one could replace Caroline's place in Dillbert’s heart.