Brother's Best Friend Novels & Stories

My voice came out broken in the most beautiful way. He pulled back, not slowly, not gently either. He stepped away from me like I had burned him, one full step back, his jaw tight, his hand dropping from my waist. "That can't happen," he said. I stared at him. "Did you feel that? You felt it. I know you felt it …" "Levrae." "We're mates, Finn. The goddess — she bonded us, I felt it, you have to have felt …" "Stop." His voice was quiet. That was the worst part. He wasn't yelling. He was calm in the way that meant his mind was already made up. "It can't happen. I'm your brother's best friend. I work for your father. I protect this family."

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."

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.

Just the mention of Thorne’s name makes my pulse spike and my heart skip. Fucking hell. I still hate him. Thorne Xandros was my brother’s best friend and the first man I ever have a crush on. But Alec always reminded me that Thorne is like our brother. He always smacked Thorne on the head if Thorne looked at me longer than he should. “She’s our sister, Thorne. Don’t forget that,” Alec always said to Thorne in situations like that. But I never wanted to be a sister to Thorne. I wanted something intimate.

“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.”

My brother, Graham Hart, was the villainous second male lead in a romance novel. After the female lead, Celeste Rodgers, faked her death, he spent every day thinking of ways to die for her. But before he could follow through, he got a call from my kindergarten teacher, Carly Rocha. "Are you Mila Hart's brother? Please come to the school. She keeps climbing into the aquarium and pretending to be a goldfish. She says she learned it from you. What exactly is going on?" After that, Graham didn't dare try to kill himself anymore. He had to set a good example for me. Then one day, years later, the school called him in because I had been caught dating a boy with bleached hair. As it turned o

Nicdao, my best friend is the only person whom I considered my brother, my family. When we both passed the bar exam and called attorney. Mr. Jones, the son of my dad's best friend, he is the son of my Godfather. He came into our lives and became our best friend too. Finally, I had second brother and treated him like my own brother, he said with joy.

I shouted but all he could see the hurt in me, the pain in me. He stood there his expressions soft as he listened to my rant. He opened his arms to me because he knew the only way he could comfort me. Not bothering about the fact that I was still in bathrobe I ran into his arms as he held me in a protective stance. Like a brother to his sister. Like a protector. Like a best friend. And I knew he was there, no matter what he would always be there for me. My best friend. Rudy. He was my brother not by blood but every vein in me knew that he would always be there for me. No matter what.

There are at least fifty people crammed into our apartment. Probably more. Will wraps his arm around my waist, guiding me toward the kitchen. My brother is standing in front of the keg, helping hold a guy upside down. They’re all shouting Chug! Chug! Chug! When Adam drops him, he stumbles against the cabinet and laughs hysterically. It's straight out of some lame college movie.

There's no need to pry my gaze away from the road ahead and check who's calling me because I know who it might be. "Dominic," I say his name before he starts his regular mantra of hellos and how's it going. The guy can be an absolute moron at times, but he's still my best friend. He's as close as a brother, and I couldn't remind him enough how lucky I am to have him in my life. The same goes for Ryder and Vlad, but those two have built their own brotherly bond. Though we're all closer than other families, we still have things we prefer or avoid at times, so in some situations, we're split like rivalry camps but thank God that's not an everyday occurrence.