Brother Best Friend Novels & Stories

Adams annoyingly replied. "You've never kept anything from me, if I say myself, I literally know every single damn thing about you, I know about everything going on in your life and that's because we share a strong bond, calling you my best friend is an understatement Adams, you're my brother, we're brothers and brothers should stick to each other and try to help each other isn't it?" "Just tell me what's wrong and I promise to do my best to help you like I've always done, you never keep things from me Adams, and I'm sure you're not going to start now."

Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think that it would be my brother's best friend. The memories of the past came rushing back in my mind. I recalled how my twin brother was broken when he lost his best friend. Mathew Martinez was not only my brother's best friend, he was our friend too and one of the best men that we had in our team. He was more like a family and we used to consider him as one of us. “ Are you sure this is real or there's a mistake?” I couldn't help it but ask Diego just to make sure that it wasn't a case of mistaken identity. Even though I didn't want to admit it, deep down I wished he could tell me that it wasn't true.

"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."

Maybe I was complaining too damn much but what else did you expect to do when you’d fallen from grace. There was only one true friend I had, Fredericko, he was my man (not in the literal sense) but he was my bro, my Spanish-Italian brother from another mother. When my dad wouldn’t lend me money, Fred let me borrow some, when dad threw me out of the house, Fred welcomed me into his house, when my one-night stands tried to wreck my car, Fred took care of it. Fred was the definition of how a best friend should be. And when my exes so much as tried to bitch about him, I’d dumped them right then. Because it has always been bros before hoes for me.

Anabel asked and the curiosity in her eyes says she's not going to back down unless I say something. At this point, I wanted to tell her everything. I wanted to scream out ‘He's your brother and I'm in love with him.’ But I couldn't, because if I told her, I'd lose her. And I couldn't lose my best friend and as selfish as it is I also don’t want to lose Ethan. He's kind, and charming, and he makes me feel alive. "He’s a young CEO who runs his own investment firm and he's kind and patient. But I'm still figuring things out with him," I eventually said with a forced smile.

Dave stood up protectively and so did I. “Um, I’ll be there in a second.” I told Brad quickly. He didn’t turn to me, he just kept looking at Dave. “Brad, I’ll be with you in a while. Can you please excuse me now?” I said surprising myself by how stern I was. After a quick glance at me and without a word, Brad walked away. I turned to Dave. “Who’s he?” Dave asked. “He’s my best friend’s brother. We’re sort of family.” I added quickly.

Their souls were bound, meant for each other. Despite their flaws and the obstacles they had faced, they overcame everything and remained inseparable. MY BROTHER’S BEST FRIEND. * * * THE END. Thanks for reading! Please check out my other books; you're going to love them. Much love, dear readers!

He told Nathaniel he didn’t know how to tell her, not with college just around the corner. Nathaniel had listened, nodded, tried to give advice even though he himself didn’t know what love was supposed to feel like. They talked for a while, and then Ethan left. But Nathaniel wasn’t free yet. That same evening, he was supposed to meet Nigel—Ryan’s older brother—who worked at the Whitmore company. Nigel was a great friend, and had promised to show him a new game after work. Nathaniel had been late because of Ethan, but he still rushed over, hoping Nigel might still be around.

I couldn't say I'm in love with your brother and living twenty feet away from him is going to destroy me. "I'm just tired," I said. "Long day yesterday." Sloane's expression softened. She sat down next to me and wrapped an arm around my shoulders. "It's going to be okay. You're going to stay here, get back on your feet, and then you're going to find a cute guy and forget all about this." I laughed weakly. "A cute guy." "Someone who isn't my emotionally stunted brother," she added. "Seriously. Don't let him get in your head. He's an asshole to everyone."

"You've been my best friend for twenty years. Twenty years. Do you know how many people I've known for twenty years?" "Marco—" I start. "I'm not—" He stops me with a look. Back to Duane. "Do you know how many?" "Three," Duane says. "Three. You, Reiss, and my mother, who doesn't fully count because I didn't choose her." Marco picks up the tostone again. "Twenty years. And you showed up at my window at two in the morning while I was sleeping to throw paper airplanes at my sister and you didn't tell me."