روايات وقصص ضمن He Was My Brothers Best Friend

“Fine.” I stalked back to the counter, grabbed my bag, and muttered a quick goodbye to Nancy and Matthew. Matthew hurried over, his eyes darting between me and Aaron. “Are you okay? Is he forcing you to do anything?” he asked in a low voice. I shook my head. “No, I’m fine. He’s my best friend’s brother. He’s just… looking out for me,” I said, hoping that would be enough to reassure him. Aaron appeared behind me, and Matthew took a step back, his unease evident. “I don’t like him,” Aaron muttered under his breath as we walked outside.

This guy had been my one true brother all throughout school. “I've missed you.” I said. “Blech, you cheesy motherfucker,” he said and I punched him in the stomach and we both burst into laughter. “I've missed you too. I want you to know that I've decided to not come between you and Steph. And I want to stay in touch with you mate. So I truly hope, you won't break my little sister's heart because that would mean I'd have to kill you.” He said and I smirked.

“You’re not abandoning anyone. You’re making the best choice for yourself, and real friends will support that.” He didn’t answer right away, but after a moment, he squeezed my hand back. I hoped he believed me. “Thanks for the talk, Lia. I really appreciate you talking with me.” I smiled. “Your my brother, Michael. Yes, you may be the big brother but I can still offerly wise sisterly advice.” “Hey if you keep this up I’ll be out of a job,” he joked. He stood up, reaching over to hug me tightly. I melted into the embrace, glad I could offer my brother some comfort. The guy was truly going through it now. It broke my heart to know he was just doing all he could to keep it together.

"And you can't choose whom I choose to love just because you're my brother." Vincent sucked in a huge breath. "I've been betrayed before, Morty! Do you know how hard that broke me? And for what reason? Because I was too good! Too good, Morty! There's no such thing as love-especially not from a fûck-ass guy like Klaus!" If there had been a wall beside him, Vincent would have punched it. "He's your best friend!" Morticia shouted. "That's the point! He was my best friend. My fucking brother, the one I trusted. He crossed the line. You both did!"

Then back at me. "I'm happy for you." I finally said, "And I mean this sincerely." His eyes searched mine as though trying to find the lie. There wasn't one. "I thought we'd end up killing each other." he said, I laughed. "So did I." I replied as I shook my head. "But I could never truly fight you." He looked confused. "Why?" "Because you're my brother." The word felt different now. "Not because of blood." I said, "You've been my closest friend for years and have stood beside me through everything."

His head turns towards me so quickly that I nearly burst out laughing again. “How do you know that?” “I don’t. I’m guessing.” “Remind me never to play poker with you.” “Oh, my God. You did!” “Don’t sound so delighted.” “I am delighted. That’s progress.” “It was an awkward hug. We haven’t suddenly become the sort of brothers who braid each other’s hair and share their deepest feelings.” “That’s a shame. I would have loved to see you braid someone’s hair.” “I’m sure you would.”

My voice came out broken in the most beautiful way. He pulled back, not slowly, not gently either. He stepped away from me like I had burned him, one full step back, his jaw tight, his hand dropping from my waist. "That can't happen," he said. I stared at him. "Did you feel that? You felt it. I know you felt it …" "Levrae." "We're mates, Finn. The goddess — she bonded us, I felt it, you have to have felt …" "Stop." His voice was quiet. That was the worst part. He wasn't yelling. He was calm in the way that meant his mind was already made up. "It can't happen. I'm your brother's best friend. I work for your father. I protect this family."

“Wait… he’s Rick?” “Yeah,” Frederick laughed. “That’s him.” She stared at me like the floor had dropped out. I shrugged lightly. “She knows me as Denver. Full name’s Ricky Denver Chui.” Her lips parted in pure shock. “You two know each other?” Frederick asked, brow furrowing. Before she could answer, I jumped in. “Old connection. I’ve been friends with her brother since high school days back in Mom’s province. Mutual friends, that’s all.” “Ohhh,” he said, a tiny edge of possessiveness creeping in. “Didn’t know.”

"Melody." "You knew." "Yes." The word hurt even though I'd known the answer for years. "You were my brother." "I know." "You were his best friend, but you were my brother." "I know." "Stop saying that." His jaw tightened. "I don't have a better answer." "Try."

I squeezed my eyes shut and rubbed my forehead and temples. “He was the best brother anyone could ask for. He was my rock, he was my world. While other girls would drive every possible topic to their boyfriends, I drove every potential topic to my brother,” I started as the tears prick the back of my eyes and my breathing started to get heavy. I gave out a weak laugh when flashes of annoyed faces my old friends would give me whenever I brought my brother up pop into my head. He was good looking and my friends often call him “drool- worthy” at times but when someone brings the dude up a million times, people were bound to get annoyed.