My Brothers Bestfriend Novels & Stories

The image filled the display: Ava and Mason, locked in a kiss, the soft glow of her bedroom lamp illuminating their intertwined forms. It was clear, undeniable. Her heart plummeted. Below the picture, stark white text burned into her vision: “So our good girl Ava isn’t really who she is. Does this mean she’s having a secret affair with Mason, her best friend’s brother, or is it just the influence of the alcohol from this party?” The words twisted in her gut, venomous and cruel. “Best friend’s brother.”The anonymous sender knew. Knew everything.

You could ask me if I’m in love with my brother’s best friend and I would tell you with a straight face absolutely fucking not. Kane Wilder is my brother Landon’s best friend, a.k.a a pain in my fucking ass. I met him for the first time when I was six.

I couldn't say I'm in love with your brother and living twenty feet away from him is going to destroy me. "I'm just tired," I said. "Long day yesterday." Sloane's expression softened. She sat down next to me and wrapped an arm around my shoulders. "It's going to be okay. You're going to stay here, get back on your feet, and then you're going to find a cute guy and forget all about this." I laughed weakly. "A cute guy." "Someone who isn't my emotionally stunted brother," she added. "Seriously. Don't let him get in your head. He's an asshole to everyone."

I shoved the phone back into my pocket, Sienna’s voice drifted from inside before I even rang the bell. “Zayne! About time!” I exhaled softly, trying not to let her energy get under my skin. The door swung open, and there she was. Isla. She looked…. lighter. Whatever problem she had from earlier wasn’t gone, not entirely, but the tension in her shoulders had loosened slightly. Her wet hair clung to her face, but she held herself with quiet dignity, her eyes pinned on my face. Did she recognize me? “You’re here,” Sienna said, bouncing on the balls of her feet like a child announcing something exciting. “Zayne, meet my best friend. Isla. Isla, this is the infamous older brother.”

Now I'm standing here like an idiot, waiting for Marcus to show up, because apparently I'm incapable of planning ahead. Why didn't I just drive myself? Right. Because Nina said she'd buy me coffee if I rode with her. And I am weak for free caffeine. So here I am. Waiting. And Marcus is probably balls deep in some blonde right now. I don't mean that as an insult. I mean it as a fact. My brother is a man whore. Always has been. Always will be. He dates women the way other people change socks, frequently and without much thought. Another reason Nina can't stand him. She calls him "emotionally constipated." I call him predictable.

I sat on the fire escape, where I'd been when I called him, the March night wrapping around me and the city stretching out below. "Everything's going to be okay," he said. "I know that too," I said. "And when he comes back and you tell him, and his face does that thing you described," Jeffery said, "I want you to call me immediately." "You want a report on his face." "I want a report on his face," he confirmed. I laughed. A real laugh. The kind that escaped without permission. It came from the sheer absurdity of my brother asking for a report on the face of the man who had once been his best friend, then his enemy, and who now sat at the center of a complicated, seemingly endless renegotiati

Jeffrey responded. "Chris, I might not know what secret you two were talking about, I can see how it haunted you for a very long time. I respect it if you don't want to share with me. Jeffrey knowing your secret is not shocking at all. This boy right here, is a nosy little guy. He would've figured out your secret one way or another. Just know that your big brother is always here for you, okay? I'm going to beat every bully who dares mess with my siblings. I love you, guys." Mark said emotionally. Mark is the best brother, actually the two of them are the best brothers in the world. "Thank you, guys. You have no idea how I much I appreciate all of you."

I squeezed my eyes shut and rubbed my forehead and temples. “He was the best brother anyone could ask for. He was my rock, he was my world. While other girls would drive every possible topic to their boyfriends, I drove every potential topic to my brother,” I started as the tears prick the back of my eyes and my breathing started to get heavy. I gave out a weak laugh when flashes of annoyed faces my old friends would give me whenever I brought my brother up pop into my head. He was good looking and my friends often call him “drool- worthy” at times but when someone brings the dude up a million times, people were bound to get annoyed.

Richard says, and Fred nods his head. “Yeah, you’re a fucking dinosaur,” he says and I can’t help but laugh as I watch my older brother trying to scold my younger brother. They are ridiculous when they start to pick on each other. But it’s times like these that make me realize I wouldn’t have it any other way. My brothers are the closest friends I have. Besides Benny and Parker, they are the people I know I can count on whenever.

He didn't even love me then why act so possessive when I was just hugging someone I know. To say about Brandon. He is like my non blood related brother. My first bestfriend Rose and Brandon little brother are dating. I become his friend since middle school. And I meet Brandon who save me God knows how many times. I would share everything him, he always be there for me. Brandon at first didn't knew about me. But one day he came to meet Rose with his brother for something in the evening and witnessed the site of some boys bullying me in a drunken state while Rose was trying to save me. He was shocked.