My Brothers Best Friends Novels & Stories

"Just to see how you react. I love watching you fight for me." I rolled my eyes, playfully slapping his shoulder. "You're ridiculous," I said, laughing. Brian dramatically grasped at his shoulder, acting as if he was hurt. "Ouch, that hurts!" he cried. For an instant, I felt a pang of guilt, thinking I really had hurt him. But then I caught the twinkle of laughter in his eyes, and I couldn't help but laugh. "You're the worst," I told him, shaking my head. "You and my brother deserve each other. No wonder you two are best friends."

I reply. “Where did you go?” He asks. “Just somewhere” I reply. “Okay, where is that somewhere?” He asks I smile, “I went to spend time with my brother and his wife” I text back. “That’s nice, so when will you be back?” He asks. “Not sure of the exact time, but I’ll be back before 8pm” “Alright, have fun” he replies

"Win-win? Did you say win-win? The fuck is wrong with you? It’s already hard enough that we took the country’s golden prince; now we have to deal with her too?" The brothers continued their fighting while the henchman took me away. How did I know they were brothers you may wonder? This is because I grew up with those boys. Even at the brink of death, I would still recognize them. The first speaker was Ryan and the second was Ethan. Just like my sister and me, they were twins. They were my childhood friends, especially Ryan. We were once neighbors before my father’s business skyrocketed. Even after we left, I managed to keep in contact with Ryan until I moved to the States.

I said moving closer to her. She moved back and laughed again. "Best friend? Sister? Oh please!" she echoed. "Well, Best friends or sisters don’t lie to each other. Best friends or sisters don’t sneak around behind each other’s backs. And best friends or sisters don’t hurt each other, but guess what Lin?…" Anabel was already crying, she continued, "You did all that. So much for being a Sister and a best friend." She looked at me disgustedly. She then turned to Ethan wiping her face roughly.

My relaxed, protective brother who was just joking about scaring off Henry Walker is gone. "Where did you get that?" I repeat. My hands are shaking so badly I need somewhere to tuck them into. Noah slowly lowers his phone. He looks at me, his eyes searching mine, trying to piece together a puzzle that he already knows the layout of. This is what I'm afraid of. My brother might be the funniest person in the room, the loudest of the group, but when it comes down to this? To his best friend and almost brother... I'm sure as hell he doesn't play about Enzo.

said the elder brother smiling with his great determination. “C’mon, Friends… Don’t be sad and gloomy again… We more or less know four of you will visit us here… So, we’ll treat you to our big feast tonight… Okay…?” suggested the younger brother more jovially and cheerfully right now. The four old best friends tried their best to wipe away their miseries, sorrows, and glooms. They were seen smiling as jovially, cheerfully and naturally as possible. They were seen trying to mix and attach their enthusiasm with the exultance and exuberance shown by the two brothers.

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.

There are at least fifty people crammed into our apartment. Probably more. Will wraps his arm around my waist, guiding me toward the kitchen. My brother is standing in front of the keg, helping hold a guy upside down. They’re all shouting Chug! Chug! Chug! When Adam drops him, he stumbles against the cabinet and laughs hysterically. It's straight out of some lame college movie.

Then he continued "....Emily, we can't be together because you are my friend's sister. I'm suppose to look after you here in school. I'm suppose to be a brother to you because Jeremy is like family to me" I despised him alot for uttering such nonsense "I have one brother and that's enough for me. There is no room for more. Hmph!" I looked away with folded arm. "Okay I understand you. I really like you and want to be around you. I like your vibe, your personality and temperament. Can we at least be best of friends?" he grinned. "Best of friends? Like besties?" I asked. "Yeah if that is what you want to call it. That's just what I can offer because I can't imagine myself violating the bro code

I say and she shakes her head. “Carter will flip out if he finds out I’m having a thing with his best friend, so it’s better not to say anything.” She explains and I raise my eyebrows in question because it sounds absurd, why will he flip out George is his best friend. “Brothers are just very weird about their friends dating their friends bro code and all.”Steph explains further and I nod. “That’s just stupid, if you and George like each other I think you should be together. Everyone deserves to be happy.” I say and she smiles.