No Strings Attached: My Brother's Best Friend の小説・ストーリー

Plus, there was her shitting stepmother or whatever you want to call her and besides living in a goddamn Cinderella movie I wasn’t sure how to help the white wolves that needed someone to end the reign of the current Step-Mother slash High Priestess. “Okay, so you don’t want to tell me what it is, got it? That’s cool I mean I’m just your favorite brother.” My eyes rolled, “You’re my only brother.” “Simatic's! Don’t get stuck in Simatic's! “ I couldn’t keep it in and we ended up both starting to belly laugh. I needed the release and we both were cracking up. “Thanks, Corg, I needed that.” I put my hand rest on his shoulder.

He carried me on his back when I sprained my ankle, teased me about my first crush and threatened to murder the boy who broke my heart. He was my bestfriend. He had always been the overprotective big brother — my safe place when our parents were away. And now, he's my mate? No way! I staggered back, pressing my hand to my chest and muttering repeatedly to myself. “It’s not real. This isn't real.” Who was I kidding? Everything was real. The same bond that had pulled wolves together for centuries. The same bond meant to being love and not this twisted nightmare; thrummed between us

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?

“As I figured. Wen what you have is not like or love. It’s what we call attachment. You have never been close with any other beats your own age so you feel that deep attachment to me.” “Oh….” Wen innocently tilted his head. “so I’m not in love. You.. and I are not getting married?” “No! not in a million years! You are my brother from another mother!!” he pulled his chin up and made him face him. “You and I are brothers!! got it?!” “Got it….”

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.

x Best Friend ⭐️💖 Yeah, the normal. Thank you. You staying at Coles? 😉 Em 🦋💙 Not sure yet, will text if I am. X Sutton 🐉🖤 Don’t do anything stupid. In front of him, please. You will never live that down with your brother.

On his right, he had the entertaining Alejandro, his other brother Mitchell-whom he lived to tease-and feisty Francine, their mate as well as his sister's best friend. Across the table sat his loud-mouthed, bratty sister Naomi with her mates Ethan and Javier, accompanied by his adorable baby niece and nephew-who currently took turns spitting out food and chortling. Then there was his other brother Kendrick, his best bud Joel, and their human mate, Ruth, a plump and juicy morsel. Not that he said that aloud-he preferred to not bleed all over his favorite Despicable Me minion T-shirt. His oldest brother, Derrick, was the only one of his siblings missing because he was off on some mission to sa

“He’s really depressed, Cam. Not to mention his best friend just died a month ago.” “I’m so sorry,” I said and hugged her. I could see his pain through her. “He quit his job and hasn’t been himself since. Obviously, my parents are pissed at him and are threatening to cut him off if he doesn’t get his act together.” “F*ck them,” I said and she nodded, resting her head on my shoulder. The truth was that I really didn’t give a rat’s ass about this brother of hers who was several miles away and had been the unbearable symbol of perfection for so long, but if his pain bothered my best friend so much, then I had to hide my indifference and be there for her.

I was home, in my room, alone, with only Haunting Adeline for company. “Run. If I catch you, I’ll fuck you.” The words fill my ears, this time, not from me. I jolted upright. The book slipped from my fingers and fell to the floor with a loud thud. My gaze shot to my nightstand. And there he was. Zorin Lane. My brother’s best friend. The boy who would steal my biscuits and blame them on my brother, River. The man who now sits at the top of a billion-dollar company no longer has time to play pretend tea parties with me.

And as she lay down, staring at the ceiling, she realized something else: this wasn’t over. It was just the beginning. Her best friend's brother was prohibited.