Brothers Best Friend Novels & Stories

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.

“We are both going to work together to continue to make sure that this pack is strong. You aren’t alone man. You never have been, never will be. Were Brothers for life.” I hold out my fist for a bump, with a little smirk on my face. We came up with Were Brothers for life when we were kids along with our other best friend Aaron. So, I knew it would get a smile out of him. “Thanks Man.” He chuckles as he bumps my fist. “You are corny as hell you know that?” he shakes his head at me, while I chuckle at him “It made you smile though right and got my message across. So, win win.” I chuckle. He shakes his head at me while I get up and walk back over to my desk.

His hand swiped over it, and he stuck it into his mouth and licked it. “Hmm, tasty. I bet every part of you is.” His hand slipped under my short skirt, ripping my buttoned shirt apart. I tried to scream again until large hands pulled him back suddenly, followed by a blow. It was swift; I could barely see anything but black Derby shoes. I pulled back, this time able to take Kim into my arms and straighten myself. My best friend's brother, Kai, beat them to a pulp. One by one, they scurried out of there, each holding their broken neck or jaw.

ELLE Rule number one: Best friends don't keep secrets from each other. Rule number two: Best friends come first before anyone else. Rule number three: Best friends must always have each other’s backs. Rule number four: Best friends must attend important events together. Rule number five: Best friends will not ditch each other for popularity. Rule number six: Your best friend's brother is your brother, not your lover. Rule number seven: Best friends must celebrate birthdays together — always. Rule number eight: You must support your best friend's dreams and ambitions. Rule number nine: No lies - no matter what.

“Big difference.” I smirk because it’s easier than admitting she’s right. I’ve spent years perfecting the art of pretending Mia Reynolds is just Noah’s little sister. The kid who used to steal my fries and punch me in the arm when I called her squirt. Except she stopped being a kid somewhere between high school graduation and now, and every time she walks into a room I have to remind myself she’s off limits. Noah’s off limits. Best friend code. Blood oath shit. But tonight the code feels paper thin.

When he can't get you off with his little dick, I give you permission to fantasize about me. "Thanks, but no thanks. That would only make me throw up," I snap back. We grew up together, and he, Nikolai, and Mason have always tormented me behind Gray's back. The only reason I even invited my brother's asshole best friends because Gray insisted. According to him, they're family and deserve to be treated as such. But I hate them all. "When shit doesn't work out between you and Isaac, just know you can call me anytime," King says with a shrug, his words igniting my anger.

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">

BROTHER'S BEST FRIEND Jenna is dressed perfectly for their family dinner. Once every month they go for a family fancy dinner. But this time it wasn't just any fancy dinner. This time, Jenna's brother, Dan, is bringing his best friend, Zeke. Jenna was looking her best, knowing very well that Zeke had never seen her in such a beautiful dress before, but had seen every other part of her. Zeke and Jeana occasionally hook up, with no string attached and of course, keeping it an absolute secret from her brother.

Adams annoyingly replied. "You've never kept anything from me, if I say myself, I literally know every single damn thing about you, I know about everything going on in your life and that's because we share a strong bond, calling you my best friend is an understatement Adams, you're my brother, we're brothers and brothers should stick to each other and try to help each other isn't it?" "Just tell me what's wrong and I promise to do my best to help you like I've always done, you never keep things from me Adams, and I'm sure you're not going to start now."

Maybe I was complaining too damn much but what else did you expect to do when you’d fallen from grace. There was only one true friend I had, Fredericko, he was my man (not in the literal sense) but he was my bro, my Spanish-Italian brother from another mother. When my dad wouldn’t lend me money, Fred let me borrow some, when dad threw me out of the house, Fred welcomed me into his house, when my one-night stands tried to wreck my car, Fred took care of it. Fred was the definition of how a best friend should be. And when my exes so much as tried to bitch about him, I’d dumped them right then. Because it has always been bros before hoes for me.