Claimed By My Brother's Best Friends Alyssa And King Mga Nobela at Kwento

Nicole said, holding Ava’s shoulders while looking into her eyes. They were in her room at the Anderson mansion, getting ready for the pool party that started an hour ago. “What mission?” Ava asked, her eyebrow arching. What was her troublesome best friend up to now? Nicole smirked, a mischievous look flitting through her eyes. “Remember how Richard is obsessed with wanting to get into the Kingsley Group? He doesn’t even give other companies a try because his dream job is joining the Kingsley Group’s IT team. The CEO of the Kingsley Group, Kylan Kingsley, is here… and guess what? He’s my brother’s best friend.”

This was the first time Alessia was calling her brother dumb and to be truthful, he’s dumb. “Wait, you didn’t meet your mate yesterday?” I asked with wide eyes. “No.” Her face fell and I frowned. I bought her and that guy were mates. “You thought wrong, we just kind of hit things off.” Oops, guess I said that out loud. “You know, every mating season, I always wish to be mated to Fred.” She whispered and I gasped. Wait a minute, she meant Fred, the Alpha’s beta and her brother’s best friend, or another Fred.

Thank God, she is wearing jeans. "Ace Carter is my neighbour," I say lazily as if it is the most uninteresting thing I've ever said in my whole life. "What?" Ally squeaks. Riley and I wince. "You heard me," I mumbled. "You mean you have the King of Kings as your neighbour," she says in amazement. "King of Kings?" I echo her in disbelief and watch as she sheepishly smiles. My best friend is insane. "He is the definition of hot," Ally says with a dreamy voice, and I look at Riley for help, but he just shrugs.

“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.

I raised an eyebrow. “He has a vested interest in guests not being eaten by alligators.” He leaned in conspiratorially. “But if you stick around until this situation is resolved, I know where you can get what you’re looking for.” My earlier conversation with Sarrah flashed through my mind. From the way his gaze kept slipping down, I had zero doubt I could get exactly what I was looking for from Matthew Ashe. But he was my brother’s best friend. Maybe there was some kind of code of honor between dudes that makes little sisters off-limits.

Her stare lingered sizing up Olivia, and my skin crawled with what I assumed was the one hundred and million ways that she planned to draw out her feast. I cleared my throat, dragging her gaze back to me. "This is my bride," I said and a small choking sound came out of Olivia. I tried not to let my features show what I felt inside. "Bride?" Repeated the Manna, "yes." She studied us for a moment. "These lands are unkind to strangers,brother." The term of endearment dripped with mockery. I smiled, baring my own fangs. "You will find that most lands are fruitful to a king."

“I have a name.” “I’m sure you do.” She looks me over — sneakers, jeans, the plain shirt I grabbed off my floor — the way you’d look at a stray dog that wandered somewhere it doesn’t belong. “Vanessa Francesca.” She says it like I’m supposed to gasp. I don’t. “Jade,” I say. “Murphy.” “Right. Marcus’s sister.” She says my brother’s name like she’s placing a chess piece. “Derek’s told me so much about you.” A pause, timed for effect. “Actually, no. He hasn’t told me anything. Which usually means there’s nothing to tell.”

Brian asked, and his eyes showed concern. "What are you even doing out here?" My brother asked. Yes, always interrupting the greatest moments of my life. "Honestly, it doesn't really look that bad," Lyla said in a bored tone. I don't really ask for princess treatment often in life, but this had been the one rare opportunity stripped from me. That night, my brother and I were two injured siblings returning home together. I did not even bother explaining to him what I was doing outside the basketball court. I had bigger problems. I had a black eye, a double date, and a best friend who was going to kill me tomorrow.

One line of text: "You killed the wrong brother. The real Alpha King is still coming." My blood went cold