Novel & Cerita My Brother's Best Friends

I'm not very social and would rather stay home on the weekends reading a book or watching horror movies with my best friend Sarah. "Olivia has always been a nerd Sean," his best friend since they were babies in diapers decided to add his unwanted comment into our conversation. "A bore." If anyone annoyed me more than my brother did, it would be his best friend Sean Walker. His hazel green eyes danced around with laughter as he looked me over. Co-captian of the schools football team, local man whore who can't keep his dick inside his pants, all of those things apply to my brothers best friend. He is so full of himself that he makes my blood boil.

"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!"

" I replied " Are you sure about that ? He said staring straight into my eyes and at that moment my brain started malfunctioning . Kheera this is your bestfriend's younger brother for God sakes! He's a brother to you ! ''You are not related by blood " a voice in my head replied . God!

I have the best brother in the world. End

"And at least three kids." "Three?" He raised an eyebrow in surprise. "I'm assuming you're an only child?" "I have a brother," I replied. "And he's one of my best friends." "I have two sibling," he explained without me even having to ask. "One is my best friend, the other my worst enemy." "Brothers or sisters?" "One of each," he answered. "My brother is my biggest critic." "There's nothing wrong with constructive criticism," I smiled knowingly. Becca was by far my biggest critic, but it had made me who I was today. "Unless you're too proud to take it on board."

But I rather have both. "Okay, that's it!" I peeked to see my impatient best friend. She opened the door and yelled, "Riley! Bruce! Xavier!" Riley and Bruce are my friends and Xavier is my twin brother. Riley Marcos is my best friend's mate. He is the best whenever I need a distraction from Linda or in pranking her. Seriously, call this guy when you want to get back at your best friend.

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.

His voice sounds cold and disconnected and it feels like being punched in the gut to see him in so much pain, "I can't do that, best friends don't leave each other when the other one is hurting." My words come out hopeful, hopeful that he would allow me to be there for him right now like we've always been there for one another in the past. A smirk spreads across his face as he drops his arms from my shoulders and clenches his jaw, "Best friends, huh. Well, you know what, best friend. Go back to you're perfect life with my brother and leave me alone," My brows furrow at his words as they slice right through me for some reason.

“We are both going to work together to continue to make sure that this pack is strong. You aren’t alone man. You never have been, never will be. Were Brothers for life.” I hold out my fist for a bump, with a little smirk on my face. We came up with Were Brothers for life when we were kids along with our other best friend Aaron. So, I knew it would get a smile out of him. “Thanks Man.” He chuckles as he bumps my fist. “You are corny as hell you know that?” he shakes his head at me, while I chuckle at him “It made you smile though right and got my message across. So, win win.” I chuckle. He shakes his head at me while I get up and walk back over to my desk.

He looked hot in it, his right eyebrow arched, his eyes looking dangerous—it was clear he didn't anticipate having his picture taken, given his scowl. "My friends are just so weird, meddling as usual. We all have spare keys to each other's places in case of emergencies, and your crazy brother Lennox came up with the idea," I wanted to cry tears of joy; their friendship was truly remarkable. I was happy for him and my brothers because they found true friends who accepted them for who they were. They might seem rough and straightforward with each other, but that was their way of showing they cared, of showing their affection. "You're so lucky to have them."