Brother Best Friend Novels & Stories

I tried to compose myself the best way I could and now is the time to put what I had imagined into action. "Hey brother, meet my best friend…" Anabel said glowing with excitement. Ethan turned slowly facing me with Anabel standing between us. "This is Linda, my best friend. The one I’ve been telling you about," Anabel said showing me to her brother with a bright smile. "Ohh wow. This is her?…" Ethan asked looking at Anabel like he was about to say he knows me, my heart skipped. "Nice to meet you, Linda," he faced me back with a polite smile while extending his hand. "My sister has said a lot of nice things about you, it's nice to finally meet you in person."

My brother in everything but blood. Ryan and I met at our usual meet-up spot, a quiet corner of a bar where the outside world felt distant. He was the only one who had always been there for me since I could remember, even back in the orphanage when no one else cared for us, and every day felt like a struggle. We ran away together, faced hardships that shaped us and made us stronger, and we formed a bond no one could break. Ten years of friendship, loyalty, and shared pain. If anyone knew me, it was him.

“Wait… he’s Rick?” “Yeah,” Frederick laughed. “That’s him.” She stared at me like the floor had dropped out. I shrugged lightly. “She knows me as Denver. Full name’s Ricky Denver Chui.” Her lips parted in pure shock. “You two know each other?” Frederick asked, brow furrowing. Before she could answer, I jumped in. “Old connection. I’ve been friends with her brother since high school days back in Mom’s province. Mutual friends, that’s all.” “Ohhh,” he said, a tiny edge of possessiveness creeping in. “Didn’t know.”

Juliet Diaz: - I was so excited about my brother’s arrival today, which is why I took a half day from work and returned home with flowers, some groceries to cook dinner, and a few helium balloons. I haven’t seen my brother for the past year which is why I was so excited to meet him today but as soon as I entered the apartment that I shared with my boyfriend I stopped dead in my tracks with tears in my eyes, when I saw him fucking none other than my best friend Monique.

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!

This guy had been my one true brother all throughout school. “I've missed you.” I said. “Blech, you cheesy motherfucker,” he said and I punched him in the stomach and we both burst into laughter. “I've missed you too. I want you to know that I've decided to not come between you and Steph. And I want to stay in touch with you mate. So I truly hope, you won't break my little sister's heart because that would mean I'd have to kill you.” He said and I smirked.

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.

**My Brother’s Best Friend** Chapter 35 YANA'S POV I’ve been in love with my brother’s best friend since I was sixteen. Not the soft kind of love. The kind that sits low in your stomach and turns mean when you’re alone at night. The kind that makes you press your thighs together under the dinner table when he laughs. The kind that keeps you awake with your hand between your legs and his name trapped behind your teeth. His name is Cole. He’s twenty-seven now. I’m twenty-two. He’s been in and out of our house for as long as I can remember—eating our food, sleeping on our couch, treating me like I’m still just Ryan’s little sister.

“I’ll wait for you, Sab. I’ll wait until you’re willing to talk to me like you used to.” I did not tell him I used to talk to him with a locked door and a future I had invented in one night. I did not tell him the boy who looked like him was asleep in another city with my brother, asking about handsome uncles and peanut allergies. I said I had to go, and I ended the call before the wanting could turn into a sentence I would regret in the morning.

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.