My Brother's Best Friend Book Novels & Stories

"Well he is one of my business partners and I consider him my best friend." My boyfriends bestfriend is my brother. Oh my this is kind of illegal right? I think I've read one story like this. The older brother got angry with his bestfriend because he hook up with his sister! Oh my God no! "Gideon! He will disapprove of our relationship!" I exclaimed. "What are you saying love?" "I mean he is your bestfriend!" "So?" "I mean brothers doesn't like their sister dating their friends right? Like a- like a dude code!"

But as fast as it came, it turned into a frown, "No. Tell me your problem, I'm going to be your future brother -not by blood- soon, Vanchel." With eyes widened, I blinked a lot of times before clearing my throat. "Okay." "Thank you." He nodded, "Go on." "Let's just say that I read a book where the main character loves her best friend. But her best friend loves another girl and asked help from his best friend and his best friend helped him and they got together and his best friend got sad and yet every time the best friend got a rocky relationship with the person he loves, he seeks help to his best friend and his best friend is always there for him and it's unfair." I rambled, trying to keep

I have the best brother in the world. End

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.”

“Big difference.” I smirk because it’s easier than admitting she’s right. I’ve spent years perfecting the art of pretending Mia Reynolds is just Noah’s little sister. The kid who used to steal my fries and punch me in the arm when I called her squirt. Except she stopped being a kid somewhere between high school graduation and now, and every time she walks into a room I have to remind myself she’s off limits. Noah’s off limits. Best friend code. Blood oath shit. But tonight the code feels paper thin.

He even brushed aside his wife's hair, which had come loose from her ponytail. Hmm, is Bestie really telling me the truth? They seem okay now. Their conversation flows so naturally. “If you're busy, don't bother calling me. Just focus on what you went there for,” Bestie said sweetly to my brother. Okay, I feel like I'm watching a telenovela here. “No, I'll call you. You're more important to me and I'll definitely miss you.” My brother took Bestie hand and kissed it. I couldn't miss the blush on her face, my best friend was getting giddy.

Maybe I was complaining too damn much but what else did you expect to do when you’d fallen from grace. There was only one true friend I had, Fredericko, he was my man (not in the literal sense) but he was my bro, my Spanish-Italian brother from another mother. When my dad wouldn’t lend me money, Fred let me borrow some, when dad threw me out of the house, Fred welcomed me into his house, when my one-night stands tried to wreck my car, Fred took care of it. Fred was the definition of how a best friend should be. And when my exes so much as tried to bitch about him, I’d dumped them right then. Because it has always been bros before hoes for me.

“Tyce? The same Tyce that’s put his own dick in half the pack? You need to stop being afraid that your brother is actually going to care that you’re also trying to live your best life.” “He would care about this one. Just trust me.” She snickered and covered her mouth. “Damn! You fucked Damien, didn’t you?” she teased, guessing the name of my brother’s best friend. I couldn’t help but snicker at the thought. Damien was practically a third brother to me, so I didn’t see him that way at all. But a part of me did find the idea funny. Tyce would be pissed. “Don’t guess!” I finally responded. “I’m not going to tell you.”

He really was like a brother to me. A reckless, chaotic, unique brother—but kind inside and magnetic in his own strange way. Not everyone got to see his bright side, but when he showed it… he could be wonderful. “We’ll wait,” I smirked, “for Cupid’s arrow to get you too. We’ll wait…” ________ And just like that, another one of my books has come to an end. Thank you to everyone who read and supported this story, I'm very grateful to you. But this is not the end yet!

and that’s the best way I could ever do in front of these people. I remembered my brother…Bro? I was trying to find him on the crowd. My eyes are wandering just to see my brother, but I failed. @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE FATED TO MARRY THE DEVIL Thank you so much! Want to hear your review! THANKS A LOT!