He Was My Brothers Best Friend Novels & Stories

He also hugged me back closer to him. "I'm so happy that you're fine now real. b-but. I'm sad that you're thinking that way, Myst. You're never going to be a bother to us because we are best friends, we're family your very important to us. Just like you are there for us always when we are suffering. So if you're feeling anything wrong just tell us and don't ever hesitate to. Please?" He whispered to me his voice full of emotions. My eyes got teary but I hold it in and let out a happy smile instead. They are the best that I have ever had. My best friends. They also became brother brothers to me, even though not biologically but unknowingly they did.

I said as he nodded and sadly left the room. After everything , I gained a friend and Brother in him. When I'm down he cheers me up, when I'm worried he cheers me up, just like a friend. And when I'm caught up in things he takes me out, when I need him he there for me like Brother . I got a Brother and friend, one like I always wanted. And then I'm have got grandpa like my parents. Now he is sick. But I still remember all his words when I'm in trouble. I might not know him for long. But when I'm doing something, I recite what might he would have done.

And the exact man I’ve been avoiding like he’s a walking temptation… Because he is. Roman Maddox’s name lodged in the back of my throat like something I’d been told not to chew. My brother’s best friend since high school. The one who showed up at every family event like a brooding shadow with a grin that didn’t match the rest of his face.

I have always seen him as a best friend even before sharing the brothers oath, he was the only friend I had. "I thought you wanted to kick my butts, what changed your mind?" I asked instead, staring closely at him. "You should know that I am your beta and as a beta I tell you what you should avoid which I did. As a friend I support whatever you do and as a brother I join you in your fight for your pain is my pain." My face tightened, void of any emotions whatsoever. Air itching to get out of my nose as I digested his words.

Dave stood up protectively and so did I. “Um, I’ll be there in a second.” I told Brad quickly. He didn’t turn to me, he just kept looking at Dave. “Brad, I’ll be with you in a while. Can you please excuse me now?” I said surprising myself by how stern I was. After a quick glance at me and without a word, Brad walked away. I turned to Dave. “Who’s he?” Dave asked. “He’s my best friend’s brother. We’re sort of family.” I added quickly.

I had my company, I had an awesome best friend who was also my work partner, I had a fabulous, protective brother, and I had a kind, caring friend. Life was good.

I needed to explain, to thank them, to tell them I was safe and that I loved them and that leaving them was the hardest thing I’d ever done. I grabbed my phone—the new one Aiden had given me since my old one was evidence in Theo’s murder case—and headed downstairs. I found my brothers in the war room, going over security arrangements for the festival. “I need Tom and Sarah here tomorrow,” I blurted out, before I could allow fear to stop me from speaking. My brothers looked up from whatever they were looking at, clearly startled. Aiden set down the map he’d been studying. “Tom and Sarah are your foster parents, yeah?”

So we hit the ground in an ungraceful heap. Why must I run into chaos all the time? “Oh my God…I’m so sorry…” I began, scrambling to push myself up. Then I looked up and froze. His blue eyes met mine. He looked so familiar, too familiar and that was when realization dawned on me. The man underneath me was Dylan Reed, the most popular musician in the country and my best friend's older brother. The boy I hadn’t seen in years. The man who now looked so much different from how I remembered him.

Jake—his best friend, Mia’s brother—now caught in the crossfire. Mia looked at Ethan, their fragile start suddenly facing a storm that could tear apart everything and everyone they cared about.

He let out a slow, quiet breath before speaking. “My relationship with my brother hasn’t always been good.” A bitter smile crossed his face. “I know I’ve hurt him more than once.” His fingers tightened around the steering wheel. “We’ve settled our differences now, but…” His voice grew softer, almost vulnerable. “I really want to be his best man.” His words caught me completely off guard. I lowered my gaze, feeling torn inside. Joseph was my best friend—I’d stood beside him through the hardest years of his life.