Bestfriends Brother Novels & Stories

Let me show you how to make Leo see you differently. My thumb hovered over send. But I couldn’t do it. Not when one word from me could ruin everything. After all, I was nothing more than her brother's best friend. The older brother of the man she loved. And that was all I was ever going to be to her.

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.

I took my tray to the far side of the pig. Furniture. Kitchen. Home by nine. I recited it like a rosary and topped off ice nobody needed. It held until seven, when my brother — my brother, who loves me, who held my hand at the ER when I was nine, who has never once in his life left well enough alone — put one arm around Marcus's shoulders and steered him across the entire yard, through the string-light glow, past the domino table, directly to Duane. "BRO." Marco, glowing, presenting. "You gotta meet this guy. Marcus — Duane. Duane — Marcus. Mari's Marcus."

“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.”

You could ask me if I’m in love with my brother’s best friend and I would tell you with a straight face absolutely fucking not. Kane Wilder is my brother Landon’s best friend, a.k.a a pain in my fucking ass. I met him for the first time when I was six.

My relaxed, protective brother who was just joking about scaring off Henry Walker is gone. "Where did you get that?" I repeat. My hands are shaking so badly I need somewhere to tuck them into. Noah slowly lowers his phone. He looks at me, his eyes searching mine, trying to piece together a puzzle that he already knows the layout of. This is what I'm afraid of. My brother might be the funniest person in the room, the loudest of the group, but when it comes down to this? To his best friend and almost brother... I'm sure as hell he doesn't play about Enzo.

Now, it just made me want to gag. “Nobody knows you the way I do. Nobody else on this campus actually gives a damn about you the way I do. I’m the one who protected you. I’m the one who always made sure you were good. You think Brittany cares? She’s just using this to cause a scene because she hates me, not because she's trying to protect you. You’re my best friend, Kathy. We’re supposed to be a team. You can’t let people come between us over some stupid rumor or misunderstanding.”

“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 don't know who they are or whether these people can be trusted, but right now they don't seem harmful nor do I have any other option than to trust them. "Little bird, I'm hurt you forgot me... I'm your best friend David," he said, placing his hand on his chest, pretending to be hurt. Woah! He is so dramatic. Then he points his finger at his younger brother. "This is Dean, my brother and your biggest enemy," He cackles at his own joke. He is definitely dramatic.