Brothers Best Friend Novels & Stories

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.

I don't know who they are or whether these people can be trusted, but right now they don't seem harmful nor do I have any other option than to trust them. "Little bird, I'm hurt you forgot me... I'm your best friend David," he said, placing his hand on his chest, pretending to be hurt. Woah! He is so dramatic. Then he points his finger at his younger brother. "This is Dean, my brother and your biggest enemy," He cackles at his own joke. He is definitely dramatic.

“You left us worried while you ran off to fuck your so-called best friend. I don’t know what friendship includes dick rides.” “Last I checked, we weren’t dating then—what’s the problem?” “We weren’t, but you knew how I felt. I just wanted you to get help—instead, you ran to him. Now you expect me to befriend him?” “I never said you had to. Jameis and I are just friends—I’ve told him I only want you. If you want to sulk all night, fine. Drop me home so I can ride my dildo and sleep.”

Richard says, and Fred nods his head. “Yeah, you’re a fucking dinosaur,” he says and I can’t help but laugh as I watch my older brother trying to scold my younger brother. They are ridiculous when they start to pick on each other. But it’s times like these that make me realize I wouldn’t have it any other way. My brothers are the closest friends I have. Besides Benny and Parker, they are the people I know I can count on whenever.

Let me guess, My Best Friend's Boyfriend? -Diddy.

Cade Jennings. My best friend’s big brother. The boy I’ve had a crush on for as long as I can remember. His eyes widen when he takes me in. His pajamas have superheroes all over them. I remember Pippa making fun of them at breakfast a couple of weeks ago. I thought you weren’t supposed to like superheroes anymore now that you’re a teenager? Cade hadn’t batted an eye when he looked down at the heroes. He didn’t care what she thought. He gently tugs on my arm, pulling me into his room and shutting the door behind him.

I needed to explain, to thank them, to tell them I was safe and that I loved them and that leaving them was the hardest thing I’d ever done. I grabbed my phone—the new one Aiden had given me since my old one was evidence in Theo’s murder case—and headed downstairs. I found my brothers in the war room, going over security arrangements for the festival. “I need Tom and Sarah here tomorrow,” I blurted out, before I could allow fear to stop me from speaking. My brothers looked up from whatever they were looking at, clearly startled. Aiden set down the map he’d been studying. “Tom and Sarah are your foster parents, yeah?”

“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.

I said moving closer to her. She moved back and laughed again. "Best friend? Sister? Oh please!" she echoed. "Well, Best friends or sisters don’t lie to each other. Best friends or sisters don’t sneak around behind each other’s backs. And best friends or sisters don’t hurt each other, but guess what Lin?…" Anabel was already crying, she continued, "You did all that. So much for being a Sister and a best friend." She looked at me disgustedly. She then turned to Ethan wiping her face roughly.

Part of falling for Ethan meant getting to know his world—and his world included three guys who’d been his friends since middle school. There was Jake, the tallest of the group, with a perpetual smirk and a reputation for being able to talk his way out of anything. He was the one who organized the weekend hangouts, the one who always knew where the party was. Underneath the laid‑back exterior, though, he was fiercely loyal. I’d seen him step between Ethan and a guy who’d made a snide comment about him transferring schools. Jake didn’t throw a punch, but he didn’t have to. The look he gave was enough.