My Brother's Best Friends Novels & Stories

Juliet Diaz: - I was so excited about my brother’s arrival today, which is why I took a half day from work and returned home with flowers, some groceries to cook dinner, and a few helium balloons. I haven’t seen my brother for the past year which is why I was so excited to meet him today but as soon as I entered the apartment that I shared with my boyfriend I stopped dead in my tracks with tears in my eyes, when I saw him fucking none other than my best friend Monique.

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

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."

“Wait… he’s Rick?” “Yeah,” Frederick laughed. “That’s him.” She stared at me like the floor had dropped out. I shrugged lightly. “She knows me as Denver. Full name’s Ricky Denver Chui.” Her lips parted in pure shock. “You two know each other?” Frederick asked, brow furrowing. Before she could answer, I jumped in. “Old connection. I’ve been friends with her brother since high school days back in Mom’s province. Mutual friends, that’s all.” “Ohhh,” he said, a tiny edge of possessiveness creeping in. “Didn’t know.”

"Not really, I am going out, but I will be back soon." "Okay, I will be back before you get home, bye." I hung up the phone and tossed it aside. I know I get frustrated at times by how protective my brother can be, but he is the best brother anyone could ask for, and I sometimes feel bad about hiding something as big as sleeping with his best friend.

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.

We're here scouting out this college and our new packgrounds before we make the final move here. My brother is my best friend, and he's a no-nonsense dude. Travis has always been my protector. Travis is the eldest, so it makes sense. Plus, now that we are older and have bulked up, we are quite the threat. We are both powerful Alphas in our own right. We are brothers through and through. We are brothers and not just in blood. We love each other, and we would totally die for each other as well as without each other. We intend to build our pack and our financial empire together.

“Fine.” I stalked back to the counter, grabbed my bag, and muttered a quick goodbye to Nancy and Matthew. Matthew hurried over, his eyes darting between me and Aaron. “Are you okay? Is he forcing you to do anything?” he asked in a low voice. I shook my head. “No, I’m fine. He’s my best friend’s brother. He’s just… looking out for me,” I said, hoping that would be enough to reassure him. Aaron appeared behind me, and Matthew took a step back, his unease evident. “I don’t like him,” Aaron muttered under his breath as we walked outside.

If only that were the case. The truth is, I have no friends, and Dad wants to make sure I’ll be around other human beings instead of locking myself in my room with no social interaction. I'm sure others make it fine in life without being forced into social situations that make them uncomfortable. He won’t have anyone to watch over me if I stay in a dorm room. What’s he going to do pay my roommate to hang out with me? With my brother being a social butterfly, I’ll be exposed to people my age. What Dad forgets—or decides to ignore—is that I’m going to be surrounded by half-naked girls all the time. Adam is definitely one of those guys. I love him, he’s my brother, but he’s a complete eff-boy t