Brother's 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.

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

“How old is your brother?” “Is he single?” Juliet adds. Quinn laughs, while I glare across the table at my sisters. “No, he’s mated to one of my best friends, actually. But if you like alpha types, there’s always Brock and Reid…” “No,” I snap, cutting her off and shaking my head adamantly. “No way.” “What’s the matter?” Quinn giggles, turning to me. “It’s no different than what we did…” “Have I mentioned how much I like her?” Juliet asks me, pointing her fork at Quinn.

My brother made a nod to the guy to leave and when he was gone he explained ‘’We had reports from other packs this year that they are searching for high rank unmated shewolves’’. For the next few months things were peaceful. My brother and Antony started to hang out with us more because of my brother’s relationship with Katia. Yeah finally my bestie and my brother were a thing. I never saw my brother dating any of his conquests but he seemed very happy and close with Katia. He was even making efforts to be romantic.

He got behind the wheel and pulled me towards him, going in for the half hug. “Your brother?” Was my first question. He nodded. “Yeah. I haven't seen him in a few years. We were best friends once, and then we just became strangers.” He explained. “What's his name?” I asked him in return. “Zane, you're going to meet him. I wonder if he found his mate. He was never interested in finding his mate.” He explained. “Are you looking forward to see your sister?” He asked as he ran his hand down my back. I nodded. “I haven't seen her in a year now. It would be very nice to have her back home for a while,” I answered. I nestled my head sideways against his chest.

I said. "Storm is a strong person and I believe he can handle all the things on his own. God has a perfect plan for him and I'm sure of it," I smiled at him. "Thank you, babe, for being my brother's best friend and for loving me," I seriously said. He held my hand. "Storm is not only my best friend but also a brother to me. And you don't need to thank me for loving you because we are meant to meet and make our love story,"

Judging from his facial expression, I could tell that he loved the setting, meanwhile I was dying and wanted to just disappear like smoke. “Come close,” he said, stretching his hands towards me. He managed to grab a hold of my hand and pulled me closer to him. I blinked, trying to hide away from the lights. “Look, the cheerleaders are astonishing aren't they?” My brother asked in delight. I slowly raised my head up and traced his gaze towards a particular cheerleader by the name, Amanda. I rolled my eyes knowing my brother wasn't talking about how awesome the cheerleaders looked, but he was rather complimenting his crush.

“Listen, Evelyn. I would not bring this up if I did not think it was going to be a good opportunity. It is just like you said. You still have two months left until you have to go to San Francisco, and in the time you are here, unless you agree to let me help you out, you will have to get a job and this is the best offer right now. “Besides, Cassian knows you and he would trust you to take care of his kid, so, that makes the process for getting the job easier than any other you could try for.” I sighed as I thought about the man. Cassian James. Cassian was my brother’s best friend. They had been best friends nearly all their lives, ever since they could talk. Everett grew up with him. While t

In the midst of the crowd, Tricia suddenly pointed ahead and exclaimed in surprise, "Damn! Isn't that my brother?" I followed her gaze and saw a tall, eye-catching figure in the crowd. I knew that figure very well—it was Chris Lambert, Tricia's older brother. He was even wearing the black puffer jacket that I'd given him. Since he couldn't spend Christmas with me, I had given him his gift in advance. Indeed, the boyfriend I had been hiding from everyone was my best friend's brother. But why was he here? Just as I was wondering, I heard the sound of fireworks exploding.

He swiped to another photo showing elaborate floral arrangements and ceremonial altars. "Look at this setup. Garrett must have spent months planning this." My stomach twisted as I recognized some of the flowers. White moonbells - the same ones Garrett used to bring me, claiming they were "just something pretty I found." Now I knew where he'd gotten the idea. From my brother's enthusiastic stories, I heard about a completely different version of Garrett. Marcus leaned back in his chair, shaking his head in admiration. "You know, I always thought Garrett was too focused on pack duties to care about romance. But this guy is absolutely devoted."