Best Friend's Brother Novels & Stories

Fera studies my face, “Should I go ahead?” A lifetime of memories locked in one small town. Ben, James, my friends, my coworkers, my pack. “It’s for the best,” I murmur, feeling a hollow ache inside of me. “My –” I hesitate, “My brother raised me in that town, you know.” I’m suddenly overcome with the urge to share this. Somebody needs to know about my wonderful brother who was my best friend and who died protecting me. “Ben. He was the best brother I could have asked for.”

I said. "Why? Is he gay!? Nope, he's a straight man." He said, making me look at him like 'heh?'. "Man? My brother is also a man." I gave him a reason cause now he'll also be jealous of bhai!? "But he's also your brother." He said. "So Nishant is also like my brother." I said. "But he's also my best friend." He said. Wtf you saying man!! "Then you're supposed to trust him! He's your best friend." I said.

I’ve never been here before, but Brooke described it really well when she was in Summervale over the weekend. Things have been pretty crazy on that front lately- Brooke, one of my closest friends from high school, is my brother’s mate! I did not see that one coming, but I can’t say I’m disappointed. The two of them actually seem great together, and Brooke will be even more like a sister to me now. She’s promised that I’m going to love it up here at the complex, so I’m holding her to it…

She wondered why she never told Tilly about the way she felt for her brother. It was weird, because she and Tilly told each other everything. They kept nothing from each other. Tilly parents had even invested in her food truck business when she started it to show their support, but she'd kept her crush on Kaleb a secret. Maybe she was just scared of the way Tilly would react. What if Tilly didn't like the idea of her dating her brother? Would it leave a mark on their relationship?

So, I am going to skip a few years ahead to when I was 14 and my brother was 19 years old. I still relied on my brother for a lot of things he took me to spend time with friends or would always let me tag along with him and his best friend Finn. I know he still has this kid as a best friend, but he is not a bad guy and is usually nice to me most of the time. I think he always feels bad for me since the day he came to the house and had to take me to his house. I can never live that down ill always be the sad little puppy in his eyes.

KAIDA’S POV I was speechless. Totally and utterly speechless. Maybe it was a dream and I needed to wake up as soon as I could, but when I pinched myself, it fucking hurt—-it was real after all. Maverick Jensen, the hockey god. My best friend’s brother left his apartment at 5am and jumped into my room through the window like a stalker just so he could confess his feelings. Scratch that—he never mentioned the word, ‘feeling’. Rather, it was more like an obsession.

I reply. “Where did you go?” He asks. “Just somewhere” I reply. “Okay, where is that somewhere?” He asks I smile, “I went to spend time with my brother and his wife” I text back. “That’s nice, so when will you be back?” He asks. “Not sure of the exact time, but I’ll be back before 8pm” “Alright, have fun” he replies

she said, casting a look at her brother, who squinted his eyes. “I'm always cool,” Vincent defended. “You look beautiful too, Morty. I've missed you,” Nica said. Morticia careful carried Bran, Vincent’s youngest son, and greeted little Evan, holding and taking them in further. “So you did it, huh?” Vincent sighed as he approached Klaus, who was chatting with Ava. “This is weird, but congratulations,” he grinned and hugged his best friend. “I missed you, brother,” Klaus said. Vincent lowered his voice. “And yet you didn't invite me for the fight you had not too long ago.”

Nyra stared at the screen blankly for a few seconds before raising an eyebrow, “Why am I looking at a picture of Professor Moore?” Elara turned her head sharply to her friend, tears pooling in her eyes, “That's my brother” Nyra inhaled loudly, the sound harsh in the quiet of the room, like she’d been punched in the chest. “What the fuck.”

“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.