Craving My Brother's Best Friend Novels & Stories

“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.”

Maybe it was the scent of the Verbenas in the air, or the soft tinkling sound of the wind chime I had tied to the branches, or maybe it was the sound of the water sloshing in the lake. But tonight, I didn’t feel calm. I only felt the overwhelming agitation inside me. I had been looking for my mate for as long as I could remember. “There you are. Mom has been looking all over for you and Amyra is being a weirdo. Well, she is always a weirdo, but tonight she is just being extra weird. Now, tell me where you disappeared?” I looked at my brother and sighed. It was sad I only had two friends, and one of them was my brother, but that was my reality. Arax Red and Marvis Red were my friends too, but

My brother kept silent for another minute before piping up in a much calmer tone, "You might not remember this, but I used to have a crush on a friend of mine when I was barely eight years old. She was a member of our former pack. We played together almost every day. And after we left the pack, I lost contact with her. But I never stopped thinking about her. I found her years later, but she already had a boyfriend." "Wait a damn minute!" I sputtered, flipping my hand. "Don't tell me the girl you had a crush on is Winter?" Alaric turned to me and gave a slight nod. Oh, great! Just great! It turned out that both my brother and the guy that I wanted were obsessed with the same girl. Fucking hel

I couldn’t help but think of what the baby would look like. “Where is my idiot brother anyway?” I asked, taking us off the current subject. “He should be back any minute. I had this weird craving for butterscotch ice cream, so he went to get some.” The second Brook finished speaking, my brother came walking into the office, carrying a pint of ice cream. “Finding this stuff wasn’t easy.” Tate grumbled. “Do you have any idea how many stores I had to go to?” “Oh, stop being a baby.” Brook rolled her eyes, yet I could tell she was in a good mood. “Go put it in the freezer, I no longer want it right now. I will have it after dinner.”

As I settled inside, I couldn't help but express my agreement, acknowledging that they were indeed right about something we had discussed earlier, with a joyful exclamation of "ya-ya." When we drive away, my dad beams with pride and enthusiastically greets my newfound companions. "So, you've had the chance to meet Neo's sister. Tell me, is she truly as terrible as you initially believed? Or could it be that she is undoubtedly the kind of person you've been missing in your life?" "She is precisely what I needed in a friend, but she doesn't know about my blood craving, so once she finds out, I may lose her as well." I sigh, telling dad with mixed emotions.

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.

And everything would go back to the way it was before--- “Who?” Cracker asked, and I could practically hear her heart skip a beat. “HIM!!!” I growled low into the phone, my lips quivering. “He’s fucking Prez’s brother!” I don’t know why I’d never told Cracker his name or even let her know what he looked like. I guess I just wanted to bury the memories of him and never think of it again. Just bury it deep somewhere in the forgotten lands and never look back!

- I was kissing my brother, sleeping with my brother, going on dates with my brother, planing an uncertain future about my brother, repulsing! I cringed. Nasty, I was disgusting but the thought might have taken over my head for a moment but it still wasn't enough to suppress that longing in my heart, the craving for my brother. Slowly, my teary gaze went back to meet his unsure ones. "Is that what you saw me as now, your little brother?"

A cold dread seeped into my bones as the words echoed in my mind. C-contract marriage? My knees nearly gave out. I staggered back, barely catching myself on the edge of the couch. No. That's not possible. My brother…my brother is trying to snatch my wife, my woman. That snake. That bastard. He has always snatched everything from me, and now, my wife? “NO!” I screamed, slamming my phone to the ground, watching it shatter into pieces, my chest burning with rage. I ran both hands through my hair, pacing in agitation.

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.