My Brothers Bestfriend Novels & Stories

ELLE Rule number one: Best friends don't keep secrets from each other. Rule number two: Best friends come first before anyone else. Rule number three: Best friends must always have each other’s backs. Rule number four: Best friends must attend important events together. Rule number five: Best friends will not ditch each other for popularity. Rule number six: Your best friend's brother is your brother, not your lover. Rule number seven: Best friends must celebrate birthdays together — always. Rule number eight: You must support your best friend's dreams and ambitions. Rule number nine: No lies - no matter what.

I stared at the screenThen another message appeared. Because if you stay… I swallowed. The final message arrived. I might lose my brother, but I'm not going to lose my best friend too.

“She’s our sister. Not a chess piece. Lorenzo would destroy her spirit. I’ve seen how he operates. We can find another alliance. One that doesn’t involve selling her off to a monster.” The conversation continued. Surprisingly, my three brothers were united against the match. They didn’t want their baby sister with a man like Lorenzo. The protectiveness in their voices warmed me even as it surprised me. They argued for almost an hour, voices rising and falling. Dante was the most vocal, the heir stepping up in a way I hadn’t seen before. I slipped away before they finished, my heart became a little lighter. My brothers were fighting for me. The first real crack in Father’s authority.

Just the mention of Thorne’s name makes my pulse spike and my heart skip. Fucking hell. I still hate him. Thorne Xandros was my brother’s best friend and the first man I ever have a crush on. But Alec always reminded me that Thorne is like our brother. He always smacked Thorne on the head if Thorne looked at me longer than he should. “She’s our sister, Thorne. Don’t forget that,” Alec always said to Thorne in situations like that. But I never wanted to be a sister to Thorne. I wanted something intimate.

I whispered back. “Shall we proceed now?” I answered with a nod. Then we move forward. I hold his arm so tight. He is the only person I can lean on all this time. I don’t have friends. I don’t need people whom I know someday will just leave me or worst betray me. It is rare and difficult to have real and trustworthy friends especially if you’re not related. Right? Some people say there are siblings who used to argue. Yes, I guess that’s true and unavoidable. We sometimes fight too and tease each other, but it is not like the argument that he’s going to hate me for real. He’s the only brother and best friend of mine.

Nicdao, my best friend is the only person whom I considered my brother, my family. When we both passed the bar exam and called attorney. Mr. Jones, the son of my dad's best friend, he is the son of my Godfather. He came into our lives and became our best friend too. Finally, I had second brother and treated him like my own brother, he said with joy.

I winked. "So I'm that easy to forget." He fake gasped to which I chuckled in return. "My brother told me that what happened is actually for the best, because it wouldn't have worked out between us, so trust me I'm not jealous." I smiled. He sighed and gave me a happy smile. "Thank GOD! So we good? "Yeah we good." I smiled back, "You ain't getting rid of me any time soon, but," I spoke with a serious smile. "If you dare hurt my bestfriend or even make her sad I_ would_ hunt_ you down_ and castrate you_ got it?

There's no need to pry my gaze away from the road ahead and check who's calling me because I know who it might be. "Dominic," I say his name before he starts his regular mantra of hellos and how's it going. The guy can be an absolute moron at times, but he's still my best friend. He's as close as a brother, and I couldn't remind him enough how lucky I am to have him in my life. The same goes for Ryder and Vlad, but those two have built their own brotherly bond. Though we're all closer than other families, we still have things we prefer or avoid at times, so in some situations, we're split like rivalry camps but thank God that's not an everyday occurrence.

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.

"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."