My Brothers Bestfriend Novels & Stories

This guy had been my one true brother all throughout school. “I've missed you.” I said. “Blech, you cheesy motherfucker,” he said and I punched him in the stomach and we both burst into laughter. “I've missed you too. I want you to know that I've decided to not come between you and Steph. And I want to stay in touch with you mate. So I truly hope, you won't break my little sister's heart because that would mean I'd have to kill you.” He said and I smirked.

- L Worse than FOUR mates? What could-- - S They’re my brother’s best friends. - L Wait. Hold on. HIS best friends? - S Yeah. - L The ones who have been teasing you forever? - S The very same. - L NO. WAY. - S I’m serious. I passed out when I realized it. - L What are you even going to do? - S I have no idea. They're all acting... different now. Protective, almost sweet. It’s so confusing. - L

But she wouldn't let him. "You just said your best friend should never date your sister... That means Sam's best friend" she pointed to herself with a little mischief in her eyes, "should never date her brother," she points to him with a sad little sigh. "Such a shame... And I was just thinking I was gonna like you..." I want to laugh when I see my brother freeze in dismay. My bestie sure knows how to play. And right now she is screwing with him... I just wonder if it's all for pretend...

“Tyce? The same Tyce that’s put his own dick in half the pack? You need to stop being afraid that your brother is actually going to care that you’re also trying to live your best life.” “He would care about this one. Just trust me.” She snickered and covered her mouth. “Damn! You fucked Damien, didn’t you?” she teased, guessing the name of my brother’s best friend. I couldn’t help but snicker at the thought. Damien was practically a third brother to me, so I didn’t see him that way at all. But a part of me did find the idea funny. Tyce would be pissed. “Don’t guess!” I finally responded. “I’m not going to tell you.”

When he can't get you off with his little dick, I give you permission to fantasize about me. "Thanks, but no thanks. That would only make me throw up," I snap back. We grew up together, and he, Nikolai, and Mason have always tormented me behind Gray's back. The only reason I even invited my brother's asshole best friends because Gray insisted. According to him, they're family and deserve to be treated as such. But I hate them all. "When shit doesn't work out between you and Isaac, just know you can call me anytime," King says with a shrug, his words igniting my anger.

I knew how to be romantic--- OK, perhaps it wasn't my strong suit and I didn't know how to flirt or sweet-talk to save my life, but. How hard could it be? “How the fuck do you know so much about her?” I asked instead and looked at my brother with a frown. “Because my mate is her best friend,” he continued, a small smile creeping across his lips. I’d just opened my mouth to say something when I realized what he had said. “Mate?!” I echoed and gaped in shock at him. My brother - my man-whore of a brother--- had a mate?!

He let out a slow, quiet breath before speaking. “My relationship with my brother hasn’t always been good.” A bitter smile crossed his face. “I know I’ve hurt him more than once.” His fingers tightened around the steering wheel. “We’ve settled our differences now, but…” His voice grew softer, almost vulnerable. “I really want to be his best man.” His words caught me completely off guard. I lowered my gaze, feeling torn inside. Joseph was my best friend—I’d stood beside him through the hardest years of his life.

Don't fucking say that unless you mean it. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "I mean it. I've thought about you. Dreamed about you. Tried to convince myself I wasn't attracted to men because the only man I wanted was you and you were impossible." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "I'm your best friend's brother." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "I know." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "You're eight years younger than me." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

“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.”

he admitted, and the simple honesty of his response caught me off guard, "but I'd like the chance to." I looked away, staring at the moonlight scattered across the water because looking at him had suddenly become far too difficult. He had no right to say things like that to me, not when he knew how complicated everything was, not when Calla was my best friend, and certainly not when he had spent so much time teaching me that allowing myself to care about him was a dangerous mistake. "You're Calla's brother," I whispered. "I know." "She's my best friend." "I know that too."