Novel & Cerita Best Friend's Brother

“Fine. But I refuse to become a cliché. I’m not going to throw myself in front of the rich guy.” “Agreed. Financially comfortable guy. Or girl.” Sarrah paused. “Does your brother even have any women friends?” I scoffed. “Of course he does. He’s not some kind of misogynist weirdo.” “Well, you make his friends sound so unappealing,” she pointed out. “Unfair of me. I haven’t met them. It’s not like we hang out a lot, socially.” Scott had been fourteen when I was born. He’d been out of the house before I remembered him living with us.

Ashley pouts, her lips downturned but her eyes giving her away—disappointment and longing written all over her face. "Is the D really that good?" Chelsea asks, smirking over her coffee. "Better," Ashley says without hesitation, her tone so flat it's clear she's not exaggerating. I nearly choke on my donut. Fantastic. Now my appetite's gone. Nothing kills a sugar rush faster than hearing your best friend rate your brother's dick like it belongs on Yelp. Tuning them out before Ashley can scar me further, I slide my phone out of my pocket and open the group chat. My thumb hovers for a second, hesitation twisting in my gut like it always does when I feel like I'm bothering them while they're han

I needed to explain, to thank them, to tell them I was safe and that I loved them and that leaving them was the hardest thing I’d ever done. I grabbed my phone—the new one Aiden had given me since my old one was evidence in Theo’s murder case—and headed downstairs. I found my brothers in the war room, going over security arrangements for the festival. “I need Tom and Sarah here tomorrow,” I blurted out, before I could allow fear to stop me from speaking. My brothers looked up from whatever they were looking at, clearly startled. Aiden set down the map he’d been studying. “Tom and Sarah are your foster parents, yeah?”

Personal space, dude! I huff in frustration. "Dude, what the hell! I'm not! He's bound to one of my best friends and he's the big brother of another! He's just a good guy. Like a good brother should be!" I snark, hoping he gets the point... Not that that was fair. Knox is a good brother... Most of the time.

A grown woman with feelings, and just like Kai said, I don't think I want my best friend to decide who I fall in love with. Especially if he is her older brother. My first love. My first everything.

“Big difference.” I smirk because it’s easier than admitting she’s right. I’ve spent years perfecting the art of pretending Mia Reynolds is just Noah’s little sister. The kid who used to steal my fries and punch me in the arm when I called her squirt. Except she stopped being a kid somewhere between high school graduation and now, and every time she walks into a room I have to remind myself she’s off limits. Noah’s off limits. Best friend code. Blood oath shit. But tonight the code feels paper thin.

He let out a slow, quiet breath before speaking. “My relationship with my brother hasn’t always been good.” A bitter smile crossed his face. “I know I’ve hurt him more than once.” His fingers tightened around the steering wheel. “We’ve settled our differences now, but…” His voice grew softer, almost vulnerable. “I really want to be his best man.” His words caught me completely off guard. I lowered my gaze, feeling torn inside. Joseph was my best friend—I’d stood beside him through the hardest years of his life.

“And I don’t want to make things worse between you and your brother.” She scoffs loudly. “My brother can go to hell.” I shake my head. “You shouldn’t say that.” “Why shouldn’t I? He deserves it.” I smile sadly. “You’re his sister.” “And you’re my best friend. I’m choosing you.” Her words make my throat tighten. I look away quickly because I don’t want her to see how much that means to me. “I’m going to be fine,” I tell her. “You don’t look fine.” “I will be.”

“Yep. We’re leaving. Now.” “But—” she tried. I didn’t let her finish. I pulled her straight out the door, already smiling at how she was reacting over Noah’s body. “You cannot lust after your best friend’s brother,” I teased. “That’s against the sacred girl code.” She fanned herself. “I didn’t even know he had abs like that. Does he lift entire wolves for fun?” I rolled my eyes, laughing as I tugged her down the driveway. For a few seconds, everything actually felt okay again.

I squeezed my eyes shut and rubbed my forehead and temples. “He was the best brother anyone could ask for. He was my rock, he was my world. While other girls would drive every possible topic to their boyfriends, I drove every potential topic to my brother,” I started as the tears prick the back of my eyes and my breathing started to get heavy. I gave out a weak laugh when flashes of annoyed faces my old friends would give me whenever I brought my brother up pop into my head. He was good looking and my friends often call him “drool- worthy” at times but when someone brings the dude up a million times, people were bound to get annoyed.