Brother Best Friend Romance Novels & Stories

A grown woman with feelings, and just like Kai said, I don't think I want my best friend to decide who I fall in love with. Especially if he is her older brother. My first love. My first everything.

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.

"Oh my God, girl I fucking don't do girls either, what!!! Okay, I'll tell you about it and why we are going shopping but first of all, I've been dying to know, I mean about what that lady said the other day, what did she mean by you were fucking your brother's best friend?" "It's exactly what you heard, yes, I am fucking him, we are seeing each other." "You are...I mean the tall handsome man I saw the other day right? you guys are fucking...no, I mean you guys are dating for real." She asked, her eyes wide open "His name is Gabriel, Does it sound weird that I am dating my brother's best friend? Do you think it's wrong?" "Wrong? Who cares about what is right and wrong? That's not what I am ta

But the moment his mismatched eyes meet hers, the moment his hands trace over what he’s been silently dreaming about for years… resisting becomes impossible. SOLD TO MY BROTHER’S BESTIE A dark, forbidden, addictive romance where desire burns hotter than loyalty, control teeters on the edge of obsession, and the man she was told to see as a brother becomes the only man she can’t escape.

"You need to." "Why?" "Because this isn't—" "What?" "Simple." "I never said it was." Nate ran a hand through his hair. "You're eighteen." "I know." "I'm older than you." "I know." "You're my best friend's little brother." "I know." "Micah is going to lose his mind." "Maybe." "We live in different cities." "We can figure that out." "I'm your family." Max shook his head. "You're not my brother." Nate flinched.

"You met this guy barely two weeks ago. You've been to his apartment, kissed him multiple times, spent the night in his arms, and blew him in an empty classroom. And your boyfriend, Nick Jackson is this guy's brother?" Surreal. Hearing it makes my stomach churn. Sounds like really bad writing from a soap opera, If this was a book, I would DNF so fast, I mean brother best friend gets me going, but my boyfriend's brother shouldn't be hot. Yet here I am; how did it all fall? "I thought I was crazy." Chloe sighs, picking a pillow to holler at me. "What?" "You two had that whole Fitz-Gerald grant and Olivia Pope hand thing with the fingers grazing. I thought I imagined it, but nope."

she teased, clearly enjoying herself. Her words hit me like ice water, and I shot upright in bed. My heart skipped. Maddie… if only you knew. A hot guy did keep me up all night, your brother. Unless… God, what if that had only been another one of my dirty fantasies about him? But I did not have to question it for long. A solid, warm arm, tattoo and all, was resting heavy across my waist. My stomach twisted into knots. Oh no. This was not a dream. It was real. I had actually slept with my best friend’s brother. That officially made me the worst best friend on the planet.

Settled into something manageable and quiet, the emotional equivalent of an old scar that had long since stopped being tender. I had been twenty-three when I first understood, with the particular unwelcome clarity of something you can't un-know, that what I felt for my best friend's brother was not the mild, easily-catalogued fondness of family-adjacent affection. I had been standing in the Calloways' back garden at Jade's birthday party, fairy lights strung between the trees, and Marcus had been standing close enough that I could have counted his eyelashes, and he'd said something low and private that made me laugh, and I'd looked up and found him already looking at me, and the moment had s

Not with her—not with the girl who tried to destroy everything I worked for. At first, she's stiff, uncertain—but then she melts into me. Just a little. Just enough to make me hate myself for wanting it. Her hand tangles in my hair and pulls, and the sound that tears out of my throat is closer to a groan than a sigh. My cock twitches against my jeans like it's been waiting for her forever. Christ, Quinn Holloway. My best friend's goddamn sister. The self-righteous princess who's been living in my head for two years, who I can't stop thinking about even when I want to strangle her with my bare hands.

When I was twelve, Ethan was eighteen. He was my brother Alex's best friend and the most powerful Alpha in the northern territories. He was magnetic, commanding, with an aura that made every wolf in the pack lower their heads in respect. I was completely obsessed with him. This wasn't just a crush. When he was around, I felt my entire world shift on its axis. I baked cookies for their pack meetings, the kind loaded with chocolate chips that Ethan always grabbed first. I drew little pictures of wolves running under moonlight, pencil strokes filled with a longing I couldn't even name.