Brother's Best Friend Novels & Stories

And the exact man I’ve been avoiding like he’s a walking temptation… Because he is. Roman Maddox’s name lodged in the back of my throat like something I’d been told not to chew. My brother’s best friend since high school. The one who showed up at every family event like a brooding shadow with a grin that didn’t match the rest of his face.

He is Reile’s brother, the youngest and naughtiest. I still remember he brought me a cupcake last week when I sat quietly in my basement room, watching my parent’s video and celebrating my birthday alone. But all my complaints aside, when I meet my best friend, Milo Efrain. He is more than I can explain in words. We have been together since I don’t know how long. Our mothers were best friends, and they passed those genes to us to continue the friendship bond. He is one of a handsome man, own an event management company.

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.”

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.

Don't fucking say that unless you mean it. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "I mean it. I've thought about you. Dreamed about you. Tried to convince myself I wasn't attracted to men because the only man I wanted was you and you were impossible." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "I'm your best friend's brother." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "I know." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "You're eight years younger than me." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

Matthew was Scott's best friend. He had been Scott's best friend for years before I ever had a real conversation with him, and Scott was my brother, and this was Scott's wedding weekend, and there were going to be family members and old friends arriving at this resort today, people who had known all of us for years, and somewhere among all of that I was going to have to stand in the same room as Matthew and behave as though last night had not happened.

“My best friend, Chancé, would never do something like that. She’s not like you. She’s the purest person I know. She would never like my brother too.” To be honest, I want to die hearing those words. They hammer into my chest—the pain, the lie, all of it. I’m lying to my best friend. I’m evil, and she’s defending me. Hazel is right about one thing: I am a conniving, creepy slut, a liar who smiles to her best friend’s face while behind her back she’s sleeping with her brother.

We're here scouting out this college and our new packgrounds before we make the final move here. My brother is my best friend, and he's a no-nonsense dude. Travis has always been my protector. Travis is the eldest, so it makes sense. Plus, now that we are older and have bulked up, we are quite the threat. We are both powerful Alphas in our own right. We are brothers through and through. We are brothers and not just in blood. We love each other, and we would totally die for each other as well as without each other. We intend to build our pack and our financial empire together.

Our parents' graves were vandalized without reason, becoming a lifelong pain for us siblings. Looking at the words scrawled across the headstones - "homewrecker," "die," "go to hell" - my brother, who never shed tears even when bleeding, cried. "Sage, let's go." "This place is no longer our home." After my injuries healed, Marcus took me and our approved departure papers, and we left the territory. I didn't know where we were going. But as long as we left the pack, it would be good enough. "Marcus, I'm going to rest for a while. Wake me when we arrive."

“Keep an eye on him. No running in the hallway.” “Yes, Doc. Thank you.” When he was gone, Melinda bumped my knee under the desk. “Since when did your brother turn into Rhett?” “I need to take Ivo to my neighbor’s.” I rubbed my face. “I can’t leave him here until the shift ends.” An alarm chirped before she could answer. Not the crash tone. A call from a room that wanted water, or a pillow, or a person. I stood and set Ivo on the chair.