No Strings Attached: My Brother's Best Friend Mga Nobela at Kwento

Nyra stared at the screen blankly for a few seconds before raising an eyebrow, “Why am I looking at a picture of Professor Moore?” Elara turned her head sharply to her friend, tears pooling in her eyes, “That's my brother” Nyra inhaled loudly, the sound harsh in the quiet of the room, like she’d been punched in the chest. “What the fuck.”

I almost jumped for joy even though I couldn't do it in a car like that. “Thank you! Best brother ever.” I placed a quick peck on his lips. He was displeased. “Don't piss me off.” He warned, still looking ahead. He really didn't want to be my brother, hmm. “Sorry Sir.” I responded truthfully. He just made me happier and richer so I couldn't fault him. He started the ignition, the awesome car coming to life, the air conditioning finally hitting. “Well, we've done that. I'm still not coming back here, but I appreciated the experience, so thank you.”

“As in you like him and hate that you do?” I groaned. “Don’t start.” He chuckled softly. “Hey, I’m just translating. I speak fluent denial.” I gave him a small glare, but the smile that tugged at his lips was contagious. “It’s more than that,” I admitted, quieter now. “He’s Liv’s brother. He shouldn’t even be on my radar, but he’s… always there. In my head. And I don’t know why.” Zach leaned back, studying me for a long moment. Then, with a soft grin, he said, “Maybe because he’s gotten under your skin. Happens to the best of us.”

When I was twelve, Ethan was eighteen. He was my brother Alex's best friend and the most powerful Alpha in the northern territories. He was magnetic, commanding, with an aura that made every wolf in the pack lower their heads in respect. I was completely obsessed with him. This wasn't just a crush. When he was around, I felt my entire world shift on its axis. I baked cookies for their pack meetings, the kind loaded with chocolate chips that Ethan always grabbed first. I drew little pictures of wolves running under moonlight, pencil strokes filled with a longing I couldn't even name.

Adrian's hand finds my elbow, steadying me. "What are you so afraid of?" Your best friend's name… his face, his reaction and the conversation I've been dreading for seven years. I look at Marcus, my brother, my blood, the person who knew me before anyone else, and I see the hurt in his eyes. The confusion. The desperate need for answers I'm not ready to give. "I'm sorry." It's all I can manage. "I'm so sorry, Marcus. But you have to go. You have to go now."

“My best friend, Chancé, would never do something like that. She’s not like you. She’s the purest person I know. She would never like my brother too.” To be honest, I want to die hearing those words. They hammer into my chest—the pain, the lie, all of it. I’m lying to my best friend. I’m evil, and she’s defending me. Hazel is right about one thing: I am a conniving, creepy slut, a liar who smiles to her best friend’s face while behind her back she’s sleeping with her brother.

You’re my brother’s best friend. I didn’t say a single one.

Just wanted to be close enough that if something happened, it wouldn't take me twenty minutes to get there. Something ridiculous was happening in my chest. I pressed my palm flat against my sternum as if that would help. Another message popped in. I click on it open. I'm glad you're alright. Then another: For what it's worth. The complication you're worried about. My brother is currently inside your best friend's family home working on something that was probably inevitable anyway. The borders between our worlds were already dissolving before either of us had anything to do with it. I read that twice.

My voice came out broken in the most beautiful way. He pulled back, not slowly, not gently either. He stepped away from me like I had burned him, one full step back, his jaw tight, his hand dropping from my waist. "That can't happen," he said. I stared at him. "Did you feel that? You felt it. I know you felt it …" "Levrae." "We're mates, Finn. The goddess — she bonded us, I felt it, you have to have felt …" "Stop." His voice was quiet. That was the worst part. He wasn't yelling. He was calm in the way that meant his mind was already made up. "It can't happen. I'm your brother's best friend. I work for your father. I protect this family."

My best friend will be the death of me. Fucking hell. ******