No Strings Attached: My Brother's Best Friend Novels & Stories

I see them wiping their eyes, nodding. "I want to thank some people who made this possible," I continue. "Brandon—" I find him in the front row, grinning like an idiot. "Thank you for being my brother in every way that matters. For never giving up on me even when I gave you every reason to." He salutes me with two fingers, his eyes suspiciously shiny. "Isaac and Pablo—you two are the best friends anyone could ask for. Thank you for sticking by me through everything." They nod, Isaac's arm around Yara's shoulders.

Lake came, lay down next to me, and pulled me into his arms. I put my hand on his chest and said the obvious, “I still can’t believe my brother and my father are alive.” He chuckled. “For how many times I wanted to punch your brother, but seeing him alive today, I was so relieved and somewhat happy that he did not die.” I lifted my gaze, and he was looking down at me. “For a second, I think you’re gonna be best friends.” “Me and your brother?” He arched his eyebrows. “Best friends? I don’t think so. We have different beliefs, and we have nothing in common. He’s a—”

“Fine. But I refuse to become a cliché. I’m not going to throw myself in front of the rich guy.” “Agreed. Financially comfortable guy. Or girl.” Sarrah paused. “Does your brother even have any women friends?” I scoffed. “Of course he does. He’s not some kind of misogynist weirdo.” “Well, you make his friends sound so unappealing,” she pointed out. “Unfair of me. I haven’t met them. It’s not like we hang out a lot, socially.” Scott had been fourteen when I was born. He’d been out of the house before I remembered him living with us.

Personal space, dude! I huff in frustration. "Dude, what the hell! I'm not! He's bound to one of my best friends and he's the big brother of another! He's just a good guy. Like a good brother should be!" I snark, hoping he gets the point... Not that that was fair. Knox is a good brother... Most of the time.

The pack thread of the trial rose up at lightning speed. Our bloodline marks pressed together. The chain snapped into place, and words poured from our bond to my lips. “You are my best friend.” His grip tightened, his voice fierce as steel as he pressed our marks harder together. “You are my brother.”

Just the mention of Thorne’s name makes my pulse spike and my heart skip. Fucking hell. I still hate him. Thorne Xandros was my brother’s best friend and the first man I ever have a crush on. But Alec always reminded me that Thorne is like our brother. He always smacked Thorne on the head if Thorne looked at me longer than he should. “She’s our sister, Thorne. Don’t forget that,” Alec always said to Thorne in situations like that. But I never wanted to be a sister to Thorne. I wanted something intimate.

So we hit the ground in an ungraceful heap. Why must I run into chaos all the time? “Oh my God…I’m so sorry…” I began, scrambling to push myself up. Then I looked up and froze. His blue eyes met mine. He looked so familiar, too familiar and that was when realization dawned on me. The man underneath me was Dylan Reed, the most popular musician in the country and my best friend's older brother. The boy I hadn’t seen in years. The man who now looked so much different from how I remembered him.

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 replied " Are you sure about that ? He said staring straight into my eyes and at that moment my brain started malfunctioning . Kheera this is your bestfriend's younger brother for God sakes! He's a brother to you ! ''You are not related by blood " a voice in my head replied . God!

I guess it's too late to back down now. “Yes. Can I?” I was no saint, I loved sex and I had no qualms doing it with my former best friend's brother, keyword, former. And I would definitely not pass on this chance to hold my boss’s dick in my palms. Besides, his younger brother had broken my heart, I would take this as a form of compensation. The corner of Nathaniel's lips pulled into a smirk. “Of course.” He turned around and walked towards the desk, leaning on it slightly. “Have your fill.”