Novel & Cerita My Best Friend's Brother

I winked. "So I'm that easy to forget." He fake gasped to which I chuckled in return. "My brother told me that what happened is actually for the best, because it wouldn't have worked out between us, so trust me I'm not jealous." I smiled. He sighed and gave me a happy smile. "Thank GOD! So we good? "Yeah we good." I smiled back, "You ain't getting rid of me any time soon, but," I spoke with a serious smile. "If you dare hurt my bestfriend or even make her sad I_ would_ hunt_ you down_ and castrate you_ got it?

Fera studies my face, “Should I go ahead?” A lifetime of memories locked in one small town. Ben, James, my friends, my coworkers, my pack. “It’s for the best,” I murmur, feeling a hollow ache inside of me. “My –” I hesitate, “My brother raised me in that town, you know.” I’m suddenly overcome with the urge to share this. Somebody needs to know about my wonderful brother who was my best friend and who died protecting me. “Ben. He was the best brother I could have asked for.”

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.

Matthew was Scott's best friend. He had been Scott's best friend for years before I ever had a real conversation with him, and Scott was my brother, and this was Scott's wedding weekend, and there were going to be family members and old friends arriving at this resort today, people who had known all of us for years, and somewhere among all of that I was going to have to stand in the same room as Matthew and behave as though last night had not happened.

"Isn't my brother great?" "Sure, he is great! And he is also my bestfriend. But now I was talking about another bestfriend," he says. "But a person can have only one bestfriend," Hazel says. "Yeah??" He raises an eyebrow. "Who said that? A person can have many bestfriends." "No, even if a person have many close friends, there will be one person whom they like the most. That's the bestfriend!" She argues. "Oh..okay," he nods, agreeing. "Then your brother is my bestfriend."

"Nice to meet you," Collen quickly took my hands and shook them. My hands fell limp to my side. "Is everything okay?" Hannah asked, her green eyes searching mine. "Yeah, just that um, I was about to go to bed when you came," I lied through my teeth. My heart was beating not just within my chest but I could hear it in head. This was the first time I had lied to my best friend in all our twelve years of being friends. "Oh, I was hoping you could stay up with us to watch a movie."

Nathan shakes his head tossing the controller down, Eli looked at Nathan and grins triumphantly, running a hand through his messy sandy blonde locks "Aw c'mon Nate, I totally kicked your ass! Maybe if you spent less time chasing skirt and more time practicing..." he chuckles, stretching languidly, his toned abdomen peeking out from under his snug neon green t-shirt. "I'm gonna grab a beer, wanna one?" Suddenly Nate’s phone rings Nathan glances at the caller ID seeing it's his older brother Damon before turning back to Eli. "Nah, I'm good. And hey, not everyone can be a gaming pro AND pull tail like me," Nathan jokes cockily, flashing Eli a playful smirk. "Besides, you'd be bored stiff withou

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.

A smile flashed on her face, seeing his cute antics. She pulled his cheeks and uttered, "My cutie biker." Ethan shook his head and walked away without saying anything because he didn't want his best friend to reveal his intimate moments with his girlfriend in front of his sister. "Cole, he is my brother, but don't worry, we'll soon make him accustomed to catching us like this." She gave him a sly grin while winking. "This is the only reason I love you so much, Kiddo." He cupped her face and kissed her lips one more time, smiling merrily.

Adrian's hand finds my elbow, steadying me. "What are you so afraid of?" Your best friend's name… his face, his reaction and the conversation I've been dreading for seven years. I look at Marcus, my brother, my blood, the person who knew me before anyone else, and I see the hurt in his eyes. The confusion. The desperate need for answers I'm not ready to give. "I'm sorry." It's all I can manage. "I'm so sorry, Marcus. But you have to go. You have to go now."