Novel & Cerita No Strings Attached: My Brother's Best Friend

“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.”

I rip the phone from my ears, staring at the jumble of numbers on my screen. “Ezra,” I deadpan. “What do you want?” “Your brother asked me to pick you up,” he replies, sounding smug as ever. My jaw tightens. “You’re kidding.” “Nah,” he chuckles, the sound infuriating. “I see you. Look to your left.” Instinctively, I do. My eyes find him immediately, his long legs striding towards me. Ezra Jax, my brother’s best friend, and right hand man. I clench my jaw as he approaches, towering over me.

I stood frozen in the hallway, my heart pounding so hard against my ribs I thought it might break through them. It was late afternoon. My father and my brother, Jeffery, were on base for a training exercise. The house was supposed to be empty except for me. But Jeffery had called two hours earlier to say Aiden was coming. He explained that his best friend had finally gotten leave after eight months on deployment and needed a place to stay before heading home to see his family. I'd been a complete mess ever since. Aiden King was six-foot-three, toned and bronzed. My brother's best friend ever since they enlisted in the Navy six years ago. Eight years older than me. Completely out of reach. An

Drunk me apparently dragged this box out last night and kissed the damn letters. I groan and bury my face into my pillow. Please tell me Nora didn’t see this. We were both wasted, but still. If she knew her best friend had been obsessed with her older brother for years… especially when he was ten years older than me… Another knock on the door makes me panic. I quickly shove everything back into the box and push it under my bed before stumbling to the door. Nora is already dressed, buttoning up a crisp white shirt, with her hair neatly styled, looking like she has her life together. She’s wearing slacks like she’s going for a job interview.

It felt like someone was tormenting him when he saw his kiddo lying like a lifeless soul every day. He was standing with his back to Ethan, sobbing in misery, and Ethan was looking at him with grief in his eyes. He was already suffering from his little sister's condition and seeing his best buddy suffer made him feel worse. He felt as if his entire world was crashing down around him because the two people he loved the most were suffering in front of his eyes, and he felt so helpless because he couldn't do anything. He lumbered up to Cole and placed his hand on his shoulder from behind. He could feel Cole shivering in pain. Cole turned around and embraced his best friend as he squeezed his sh

He told Nathaniel he didn’t know how to tell her, not with college just around the corner. Nathaniel had listened, nodded, tried to give advice even though he himself didn’t know what love was supposed to feel like. They talked for a while, and then Ethan left. But Nathaniel wasn’t free yet. That same evening, he was supposed to meet Nigel—Ryan’s older brother—who worked at the Whitmore company. Nigel was a great friend, and had promised to show him a new game after work. Nathaniel had been late because of Ethan, but he still rushed over, hoping Nigel might still be around.

“We are both going to work together to continue to make sure that this pack is strong. You aren’t alone man. You never have been, never will be. Were Brothers for life.” I hold out my fist for a bump, with a little smirk on my face. We came up with Were Brothers for life when we were kids along with our other best friend Aaron. So, I knew it would get a smile out of him. “Thanks Man.” He chuckles as he bumps my fist. “You are corny as hell you know that?” he shakes his head at me, while I chuckle at him “It made you smile though right and got my message across. So, win win.” I chuckle. He shakes his head at me while I get up and walk back over to my desk.

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?!

Their souls were bound, meant for each other. Despite their flaws and the obstacles they had faced, they overcame everything and remained inseparable. MY BROTHER’S BEST FRIEND. * * * THE END. Thanks for reading! Please check out my other books; you're going to love them. Much love, dear readers!

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.