Best Friend's Brother Novels & Stories

And as she lay down, staring at the ceiling, she realized something else: this wasn’t over. It was just the beginning. Her best friend's brother was prohibited.

“I don’t.” “Then I don’t see the problem,” I said. That seemed to settle it, at least for a moment, but I could still tell he was thinking about it. “He’s your best friend,” Frank said after a while. I didn’t respond immediately. I reached for my glass, taking a small sip before setting it back down, letting the silence sit for a second before I spoke again. “He’s your brother too,” I said. That made him pause. I could see it, that he didn’t expect that response. I leaned back slightly, my fingers resting lightly against the table as I looked at him.

Then he stepped back, running a hand over his face. I knew, even in my haze, what this meant for him. Dante’s best friend. The family’s most trusted enforcer. Touching the boss’s little sister in a club booth, making her scream his name, carrying her home like a secret lover. In our world, that was betrayal. A death sentence if anyone found out. The room went quiet except for my slow breathing. The alcohol and adrenaline had finally won. I slipped into deep sleep. The taste of him and the feel of his fingers still lingering on my skin.

“End it, Isla. End whatever this is with Zayne before you destroy everything.” Destroy. The word hits like a truck. “I can’t just—” “You CAN,” she snaps. “You will.” I flinch. She notices, and some of her anger folds into sorrow. She sits on the edge of the bed, voice softer. “He’s my brother. You’re my best friend. If either of you gets hurt, I’m the idiot who let it happen.” My eyes burn. “No one planned to hurt anyone.” “Isla…” Sienna looks at me like she’s seeing right into the truth I’ve been running from.

“I'm sorry. I just - didn't expect you to be at my house - not until the weekend.” “I told her so—” Noah chuckled. Ignoring Cassie, I looked at him. “Thank you for coming to get me. I'll save today's bus fare.” I smiled before relaxing my back again. Noah was my best friend's only brother. Just like me, I had only Christian. In that same manner, Cassie had only Noah. The sixth rule applied to Noah and Christian. Although Cassie was never going to have anything to do with my brother - she was six years older than he is, after all. Somehow, it was just me to whom the sixth rule applied.

I didn’t know yet that I’d just found the one thread that, pulled hard enough, could unravel him or that ten years later, I’d still remember exactly where to find it. We spent the whole afternoon the way kids do trading names, testing each other out, figuring out where the edges were. I found out he didn’t have a best friend. I told him he should get one, that Alexandra and I did everything together, that my brother was the best best friend anyone could have. Alexandra just shrugged, already looking at Marion the way you look at something you’ve decided to keep. Marion nodded slightly. Like he’d gotten the message. Like he’d filed it away somewhere I couldn’t see.

I moisturized my body well, massaging my body oil deeply. I packed my hair and dressed up, dashed into the room and flung on the bed. I took my phone on the bedstand and slid into I and my friends group chat. Their messages started dropping. [ Where are you man? ] [ Did you actually run away from your sister's wedding? ] [ I heard the marriage was because your family was going bankrupt ] [ I don't think he ran away, what if he's missing or finally went to Africa to see his online girlfriend? *with laugh emoji* ]

"And at least three kids." "Three?" He raised an eyebrow in surprise. "I'm assuming you're an only child?" "I have a brother," I replied. "And he's one of my best friends." "I have two sibling," he explained without me even having to ask. "One is my best friend, the other my worst enemy." "Brothers or sisters?" "One of each," he answered. "My brother is my biggest critic." "There's nothing wrong with constructive criticism," I smiled knowingly. Becca was by far my biggest critic, but it had made me who I was today. "Unless you're too proud to take it on board."

he muttered. Eva looked at him with confusion. "What?" She asked. "I am not your brother in ... I mean, He is not your brother-in-law yet. He is your would-be brother-in-law. If he marries your sister that is" he muttered the last part almost inaudible. She wanted to ask what he said in the end, but she has bigger problems than that here. So she ignored it. "Alright. You are my would-be brother in laws best friend. I shouldn't have slept with you at all. It's a mistake" she said feeling distressed.

" I replied " Are you sure about that ? He said staring straight into my eyes and at that moment my brain started malfunctioning . Kheera this is your bestfriend's younger brother for God sakes! He's a brother to you ! ''You are not related by blood " a voice in my head replied . God!