My Best Friends Brother Novels & Stories

This guy had been my one true brother all throughout school. “I've missed you.” I said. “Blech, you cheesy motherfucker,” he said and I punched him in the stomach and we both burst into laughter. “I've missed you too. I want you to know that I've decided to not come between you and Steph. And I want to stay in touch with you mate. So I truly hope, you won't break my little sister's heart because that would mean I'd have to kill you.” He said and I smirked.

He asked "He's not my only friend. I have our teammates but Nick is my brother. Our relationship is amazing. We argue sometimes about stupid things but that's all they are, stupid things. We have always done everything together. Ever since we were kids, we were like twins. We dressed the same and got our hair trimmed the same. He's just my best friend and I'd rather him over anyone else," I said to him "I guess that's understandable. He's a cool guy but don't get me wrong, he's going to dump Melyssa sooner than you think," Seth said, chuckling.

I see them wiping their eyes, nodding. "I want to thank some people who made this possible," I continue. "Brandon—" I find him in the front row, grinning like an idiot. "Thank you for being my brother in every way that matters. For never giving up on me even when I gave you every reason to." He salutes me with two fingers, his eyes suspiciously shiny. "Isaac and Pablo—you two are the best friends anyone could ask for. Thank you for sticking by me through everything." They nod, Isaac's arm around Yara's shoulders.

Lake came, lay down next to me, and pulled me into his arms. I put my hand on his chest and said the obvious, “I still can’t believe my brother and my father are alive.” He chuckled. “For how many times I wanted to punch your brother, but seeing him alive today, I was so relieved and somewhat happy that he did not die.” I lifted my gaze, and he was looking down at me. “For a second, I think you’re gonna be best friends.” “Me and your brother?” He arched his eyebrows. “Best friends? I don’t think so. We have different beliefs, and we have nothing in common. He’s a—”

"I think I saw you earlier, at the court, talking to my, uh, my Dean." "You mean your husband! Your mate! Where is he, anyway?" Caleb replied, glancing past me. "And yes, you most certainly saw me earlier. My brother was giving me my marching orders!" He laughed then, and I couldn't help but smile. "No, seriously, my brother is my best friend in the world. I would die for him, and he would do the same for me," he added more seriously. "Hey, where is he anyway? Don't tell me he stopped for flowers and a bottle of wine, is that it? Always the romantic, that's my brother..." He laughed again.

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.

Personal space, dude! I huff in frustration. "Dude, what the hell! I'm not! He's bound to one of my best friends and he's the big brother of another! He's just a good guy. Like a good brother should be!" I snark, hoping he gets the point... Not that that was fair. Knox is a good brother... Most of the time.

Then he stepped back, running a hand over his face. I knew, even in my haze, what this meant for him. Dante’s best friend. The family’s most trusted enforcer. Touching the boss’s little sister in a club booth, making her scream his name, carrying her home like a secret lover. In our world, that was betrayal. A death sentence if anyone found out. The room went quiet except for my slow breathing. The alcohol and adrenaline had finally won. I slipped into deep sleep. The taste of him and the feel of his fingers still lingering on my skin.

Now I'm standing here like an idiot, waiting for Marcus to show up, because apparently I'm incapable of planning ahead. Why didn't I just drive myself? Right. Because Nina said she'd buy me coffee if I rode with her. And I am weak for free caffeine. So here I am. Waiting. And Marcus is probably balls deep in some blonde right now. I don't mean that as an insult. I mean it as a fact. My brother is a man whore. Always has been. Always will be. He dates women the way other people change socks, frequently and without much thought. Another reason Nina can't stand him. She calls him "emotionally constipated." I call him predictable.

I couldn't say I'm in love with your brother and living twenty feet away from him is going to destroy me. "I'm just tired," I said. "Long day yesterday." Sloane's expression softened. She sat down next to me and wrapped an arm around my shoulders. "It's going to be okay. You're going to stay here, get back on your feet, and then you're going to find a cute guy and forget all about this." I laughed weakly. "A cute guy." "Someone who isn't my emotionally stunted brother," she added. "Seriously. Don't let him get in your head. He's an asshole to everyone."