روايات وقصص ضمن He Was My Brothers Best Friend

His voice laces with so much disappointment. “Did you not suspect him or his moves at some point. Cause I would have if I existed then.” a little smile spread across his lips and in the blink of an eye it disappeared. “Tyril was my best friend. A brother. Someone who I told everything to and took him everywhere. All my secrets about me I entrusted into his hands.” another tear drop. I let him cry it out. It feels good sometimes. “Ever since then. I found out that the person who would hurt you the most is the someone you least expected—family, friends.”

I see them wiping their eyes, nodding. "I want to thank some people who made this possible," I continue. "Brandon—" I find him in the front row, grinning like an idiot. "Thank you for being my brother in every way that matters. For never giving up on me even when I gave you every reason to." He salutes me with two fingers, his eyes suspiciously shiny. "Isaac and Pablo—you two are the best friends anyone could ask for. Thank you for sticking by me through everything." They nod, Isaac's arm around Yara's shoulders.

“You think that's what this is? You think this is fun for me?” He shrugged. “She's your sister's best friend, that's betrayal. Besides, you've never been serious with anyone before.” “She's not fun. I'm in love with her,” I confessed. He stared for a moment, then started laughing. “We don't fall in love, son.” The words were disgusting. “What's love? It doesn't pay our bills or add to our standing as men.” I wanted to punch his skinny face. “Get your head in the game, or I will gladly remove her from the picture.”

I was the first to drop, I walked quietly to suit 118 and opened the door slowly. I walked in, it was only one figure inside. “Mark?” I called his attention. He was facing the wall and was on a call. “Nikolai?” He turned and scanned me from head to toe. “I'll call you back,” he ended his call and came closer to me. He was my closest friend at my parents' company. “Man, where the heck have you been?” He drew me in for an embrace. We hugged each other tightly before letting go.

I whispered back. “Shall we proceed now?” I answered with a nod. Then we move forward. I hold his arm so tight. He is the only person I can lean on all this time. I don’t have friends. I don’t need people whom I know someday will just leave me or worst betray me. It is rare and difficult to have real and trustworthy friends especially if you’re not related. Right? Some people say there are siblings who used to argue. Yes, I guess that’s true and unavoidable. We sometimes fight too and tease each other, but it is not like the argument that he’s going to hate me for real. He’s the only brother and best friend of mine.

He betrayed us, our friendship, yet I'm restless. 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙎𝘼𝘿𝘿𝙀𝙎𝙏 𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝘼𝘽𝙊𝙐𝙏 𝘽𝙀𝙏𝙍𝘼𝙔𝘼𝙇 𝙄𝙎 𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙏 𝙄𝙏 𝙉𝙀𝙑𝙀𝙍 𝘾𝙊𝙈𝙀𝙎 𝙁𝙍𝙊𝙈 𝙔𝙊𝙐𝙍 𝙀𝙉𝙀𝙈𝙄𝙀𝙎. He was like a brother to me.

I'm the overprotective brother, but also both my sisters are overprotective especially Carla, she's literally the best person I know. And Liam, my best friend. We met the first day of college and we have been inseparable since then, I love how much you love and care about my sister. I love you you both, to my favorite person ever Carla and my brother and best friend Liam." Mickey says raising up his glass as he ends his speech and everyone cheers. My eyes were welling up, getting all emotional from my brother's speech. Liam looked at me then he leaned over, kissing the side of my head.

“Please.” I nodded. Memories of how I first met him came flooding back in, and I couldn’t stop the smile that followed. “If someone told me fifteen years ago that the kid I punched for talking shit about my parents would end up becoming my best friend, I’d call them a retard. But here we are, Williams, in a warehouse with you bleeding out. But despite all that, I am proud to call you my friend. My brother even.” “A brother?”

Even though it was far away, just the possibility of being near him again gave me hope. He smiled at me, his thumb caressing my fingers. “I’d love to.” The intensity in his eyes combined with his words left me a little mesmerized. He wasn’t just blowing me off with a “sure” or “that sounds like fun.” He sounded genuinely excited about seeing me again. I broke away from his stare, taking another sip of champagne to calm myself down. “Okay, your teens or before was somehow messed up. What about brothers or sisters?” He cleared his throat and leaned back into his chair. “I have an older brother. He’s my best friend, and even with our hectic lives, we make sure to get together at least every oth

He always was. He was my guy best friend from the time when we both used to wear diapers. We both learned to walk together, talk together, went to school together. I used to write the love letters for him whenever he found him a girl. I even helped him with how to propose and what to gift them. And in my case, he was like an elder brother, no boy could come in five radius around me because of him. The only exception was Ryan, cause he was my fiancé. Though he was not a great fan of him.