My Best Friend's Brother Novels & Stories

Maya asked. “No, she doesn't,” I said quickly. “And Ethan?” “He doesn’t know either. Not yet.” Maya rubbed her forehead. “Wow...” "I didn't know. Maya, I swear I didn't know. And now that I do, and I can't... I can't do this. I can’t see Ethan anymore." "Why not? Is it not even better that he's your best friend's brother?" Maya asked, looking confused. I looked up at her like she'd lost her mind. I started shaking my head. "Maya, you don't understand; you don't get it."

He didn't even love me then why act so possessive when I was just hugging someone I know. To say about Brandon. He is like my non blood related brother. My first bestfriend Rose and Brandon little brother are dating. I become his friend since middle school. And I meet Brandon who save me God knows how many times. I would share everything him, he always be there for me. Brandon at first didn't knew about me. But one day he came to meet Rose with his brother for something in the evening and witnessed the site of some boys bullying me in a drunken state while Rose was trying to save me. He was shocked.

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.

I said, finally breaking free from his grasp. “Are you ready to get going?” “Yes I am but let me say goodbye to Lissa first,” “Okay,” “Lissa, I'm going out for a bit, I will be back soon,” “Who's that guy?” “Come on let me introduce you,” I said, smiling like an excited child. “Lissa, this is my second brother Roger and Roger this is my best friend Alissa," “It's so nice to meet you. Thank you for being there for her all these years. I'm glad she has someone she can truly rely on and call her friend,” he said, looking truly appreciative.

But luckily, my father got everything, and he had full custody of us. After she lost everything she wanted, we never heard from her or my dad's best friend ever again. Which is fine by me. They were both nasty people anyway. I'd probably run off to go hide at my father's place without his knowledge. But a few years later, we lost our youngest brother to Leukemia. He was only fifteen. It was one of the saddest days I've ever faced. Our family grew apart over the years after his death. However, Ferrell and I grew closer together. And this brother who was now driving like a manic was my best friend. I wouldn't want to be anywhere else than where I am.

“He’s been acting weird, Miley. And I’m tired of watching him take it out on you. I told him to stop harassing you in school, that he needs to chill out and get his act together.” I blinked, not sure what to say. “Oh.” “Yeah,” she said with a humorless laugh. “And he didn’t take it well. He just—” she waved her hand, “—got defensive. Like he always does when he’s guilty.” I tried to laugh it off, but my heart was thudding hard in my chest. “You didn’t have to fight with him because of me, Liv.” “I did,” she said firmly. “You’re my friend. My first real friend here, and I’m not letting my brother screw that up because he doesn’t know how to process emotions like a normal person.”

KAIDA’S POV I was speechless. Totally and utterly speechless. Maybe it was a dream and I needed to wake up as soon as I could, but when I pinched myself, it fucking hurt—-it was real after all. Maverick Jensen, the hockey god. My best friend’s brother left his apartment at 5am and jumped into my room through the window like a stalker just so he could confess his feelings. Scratch that—he never mentioned the word, ‘feeling’. Rather, it was more like an obsession.

Just the mention of Thorne’s name makes my pulse spike and my heart skip. Fucking hell. I still hate him. Thorne Xandros was my brother’s best friend and the first man I ever have a crush on. But Alec always reminded me that Thorne is like our brother. He always smacked Thorne on the head if Thorne looked at me longer than he should. “She’s our sister, Thorne. Don’t forget that,” Alec always said to Thorne in situations like that. But I never wanted to be a sister to Thorne. I wanted something intimate.

But she wouldn't let him. "You just said your best friend should never date your sister... That means Sam's best friend" she pointed to herself with a little mischief in her eyes, "should never date her brother," she points to him with a sad little sigh. "Such a shame... And I was just thinking I was gonna like you..." I want to laugh when I see my brother freeze in dismay. My bestie sure knows how to play. And right now she is screwing with him... I just wonder if it's all for pretend...

“My best friend, Chancé, would never do something like that. She’s not like you. She’s the purest person I know. She would never like my brother too.” To be honest, I want to die hearing those words. They hammer into my chest—the pain, the lie, all of it. I’m lying to my best friend. I’m evil, and she’s defending me. Hazel is right about one thing: I am a conniving, creepy slut, a liar who smiles to her best friend’s face while behind her back she’s sleeping with her brother.