He Was My Brothers Best Friend Novels & Stories

Rule number nine: No lies - no matter what. Rule number ten: Best friends must fix fights before the day ends. Rule number eleven: Best friends never let anyone come between them. And rule number twelve: Best friends forever — no matter what happens. In a few hours, I’ll officially become a tenth-grade student. But before that, there are a few things you should know about me. Sixteen years ago, I was born into a small but beautiful family. There's my younger brother, Christian, and my father who works several jobs so that we can survive.

I paused, swallowing down the bitter saliva, fighting with everything in me to hold back tears and not break down in front of him. "But I... I miss my real brother so much. The one who used to be my best friend above everything else," I confessed, my chest heaving. I could tell by the subtle rise of his chest that my words hit him hard, but I desperately needed him to know how much his actions had destroyed me. "I miss the brother who carried me on his back when I was a little girl complaining I was tired on the walk home from school." "I miss the brother who cleaned my scraped knees when I fell and who defended me fiercely whenever anyone picked on me."

My thumb hovered over the screen not knowing what to do next, until it finally stopped on the familliar white and black logo. It was Chatgpt. I opened it and asked the only question that I needed answers to. “I’m madly in love with my brothers best friend, how can I make it stop?”

he admitted, and the simple honesty of his response caught me off guard, "but I'd like the chance to." I looked away, staring at the moonlight scattered across the water because looking at him had suddenly become far too difficult. He had no right to say things like that to me, not when he knew how complicated everything was, not when Calla was my best friend, and certainly not when he had spent so much time teaching me that allowing myself to care about him was a dangerous mistake. "You're Calla's brother," I whispered. "I know." "She's my best friend." "I know that too."

You could ask me if I’m in love with my brother’s best friend and I would tell you with a straight face absolutely fucking not. Kane Wilder is my brother Landon’s best friend, a.k.a a pain in my fucking ass. I met him for the first time when I was six.

My relaxed, protective brother who was just joking about scaring off Henry Walker is gone. "Where did you get that?" I repeat. My hands are shaking so badly I need somewhere to tuck them into. Noah slowly lowers his phone. He looks at me, his eyes searching mine, trying to piece together a puzzle that he already knows the layout of. This is what I'm afraid of. My brother might be the funniest person in the room, the loudest of the group, but when it comes down to this? To his best friend and almost brother... I'm sure as hell he doesn't play about Enzo.

It’s the closest thing to an olive branch he’s offered since the door came off its hinges, and I don’t cry, though it’s a close call, and I decide, riding the subway home that night, that maybe some things really do heal slowly instead of all at once, in small unremarkable dinners at diners with bad coffee, instead of in the big dramatic scenes movies promise you. I don’t know yet that I’m about to need every bit of that healing, sooner than I think, or that the specific warmth of tonight — bad coffee, worse banter, my brother laughing again like something in him has finally started to unclench — is going to be one of the things I hold onto hardest in the months ahead.

That's all friendship defines and I am glad about everything bad happening, I have made a pact with the best people in my life. Jacob was a surprise, but he is like most protective yet the most understanding brother that I could have wished wish for. From worst to best, he was by my side or behind, always having my back. No matter what situation I am in, one thing I knew was, he is just a call away and I am not alone in anything.

His voice sounds cold and disconnected and it feels like being punched in the gut to see him in so much pain, "I can't do that, best friends don't leave each other when the other one is hurting." My words come out hopeful, hopeful that he would allow me to be there for him right now like we've always been there for one another in the past. A smirk spreads across his face as he drops his arms from my shoulders and clenches his jaw, "Best friends, huh. Well, you know what, best friend. Go back to you're perfect life with my brother and leave me alone," My brows furrow at his words as they slice right through me for some reason.

he seriously said. He then sipped on his wine that was given to him by the waiter. I even took one because I felt like I needed a drink right now. After what happened. “I have been his best buddy since we were kids, like a month day old? Yes, we are that kind of friends, actually we are not friends we are brothers and let me tell you that I never saw him care for any other woman aside from his mother,” I sipped on my wine to let him continue to talk.