My Best Friend Brother Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

I was home, in my room, alone, with only Haunting Adeline for company. “Run. If I catch you, I’ll fuck you.” The words fill my ears, this time, not from me. I jolted upright. The book slipped from my fingers and fell to the floor with a loud thud. My gaze shot to my nightstand. And there he was. Zorin Lane. My brother’s best friend. The boy who would steal my biscuits and blame them on my brother, River. The man who now sits at the top of a billion-dollar company no longer has time to play pretend tea parties with me.

Maybe I should just use the opportunity to study. I grab my bag pack and pulled out my books. I'll be lying if I said anything something got into my brain. I kept on thinking about him, his body, his six packs, his perfect face that makes want to go mad...... Isabella, what's going on with you. It can't be happening right, I can't be falling for my brother's best friend. Omg this can't be happening.

Ashley pouts, her lips downturned but her eyes giving her away—disappointment and longing written all over her face. "Is the D really that good?" Chelsea asks, smirking over her coffee. "Better," Ashley says without hesitation, her tone so flat it's clear she's not exaggerating. I nearly choke on my donut. Fantastic. Now my appetite's gone. Nothing kills a sugar rush faster than hearing your best friend rate your brother's dick like it belongs on Yelp. Tuning them out before Ashley can scar me further, I slide my phone out of my pocket and open the group chat. My thumb hovers for a second, hesitation twisting in my gut like it always does when I feel like I'm bothering them while they're han

I rocked faster, pressing my aching pussy right along his length, letting the friction tease us both. “I’ve wanted you for so long,” I breathed against his ear, my hair falling around us. “Since I was younger and you’d stand in the background watching me. I’d touch myself at night thinking about your hands, your mouth, your cock. You're my brother’s best friend, and yet all I could dream about was you claiming me. Ruining me for anyone else.” Killian’s breath came out ragged. His hands slid up my sides, gripping my waist under the leather. His discipline was cracking right in front of me. The loyal right hand man who never broke rules was losing the fight.

Dad doesn't call, but I know they've been busted because it's on the school's newspaper the next morning. Seeing my brother's face, bruised and sunken in makes my chest hurt. This isn't the Adam I know. I close the receipt book as soon as the clock turns five. I'm glad to be finished for the day, and even more excited to go home to an apartment that isn't Adam's. Cade doesn't look at the clock, never does, so I sashay over to the garage and knock my knuckles over the metal door.

“If it’s not important, Daniella, don’t waste my time.” “No, it’s important,” Daniella insisted. “It’s about Ethan… and Maya.” Lily brows pulled together. “What about them?” Another pause. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed lately, but your brother and your best friend have gotten really close,” Daniella said slowly. “Like… not just friendship-close. More like relationship-close.” Lily sat up straighter. “What are you talking about?” “Oh, you didn’t know?” Daniella said, pretending to sound surprised. “I thought you did. I mean… how could they hide it so well from you of all people? But maybe that was the point. Maybe you were the stumbling block they didn’t want in the way.”

She trailed off. And then I knew. She had seen it. The first six words of the chapter. I fucked my best friend’s brother. She let out an awkward chuckle, glancing at me over her phone. “Well, this is an... interesting way to start a chapter.” But when she saw my face, her smile faded. “I’m sorry,” I said, my voice breaking. Her expression fell as she dropped her phone on the bed. “What are you apologizing for? It’s just a book, right?” Her voice was soft now, almost pleading.

My shirt looked far better on her than that boy’s ever did, drowning her in my scent, marking her as mine for anyone with a nose to smell. And I had no intention of letting her take it off anytime soon. She finally glared up at me, that spark of defiance she’d been trying so hard to bury flashing bright in her eyes. “He is different,” she snapped. “He is my best friend.” My lips curled into a mocking smile. “I’m your brother. You’re going to listen to me.” Piper scoffed under her breath, the sound equal parts annoyance and disbelief. “Yeah, right. Some brother you are. Brothers don’t try to fuck their sisters.”

The lack of sleep was getting to me, I had to admit that much, and I knew that the number of things that I had to deal with were not easy. I still couldn’t even reach Lexi. The woman was my best friend, at least, it was how I always saw her. I didn’t expect her to turn her back on me as easily as she did. It seemed to me that I was wrong in that too. It was something that she, just like everyone else, could do if she wanted to. “You are in the hospital.” My brother’s voice took me off guard as he spoke. I turned to face the man, and he smiled at me, opening his arms for me. I hugged him tightly, and he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me to him.

Because the truth was, everyone would judge the fuck out of an incestuous relationship. Behind me, the family gathering buzzed with laughter, conversations, and the clinking of glasses. We all got together for an after-Christmas, pre-New Year’s Eve party. It was the only time anyone really had time to meet up. But this was the second year in which I felt removed from it all. Because my attention has been on obsessing over my brother's best friend. Frankie. My big brother's best friend. He was three years older than my tender nineteen years and built like the linebacker he was. I could imagine him dressed in his football uniform as he played college football, showing up other players as he la