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

I whined, pretending to pout. It worked. Judging by the expression on my mother's face, she thought we were serious. And why wouldn't she? It struck me that she'd never have believed that my late brother's best friend was prepared to take me to the poshiest hotel in Stow Newton for a night of unbridled passion.

“I was throwing up. My hair was longer then, and Daphne took pity on me and braided it to keep it vomit-free. Tatiana was technically just vaping by the window, but she shared her gum with me when I was done. And the rest is history.” “What made you sick?” “Those were the days I still got drunk on overpriced gin tonics.” I shrugged and sipped on the water, which felt ten times better than any gin tonic, cooling my throat and flushing my mouth. “I like your hair this short.” “Thanks,” I chuckled, “do you have a Tatiana and Daphne ?” “No,” he said, “I have an Ivanis, and I have Julius.” “Your brother?” I asked, because the other day it hadn’t seemed like the two of them were the best of buddie

I squeezed my eyes shut and rubbed my forehead and temples. “He was the best brother anyone could ask for. He was my rock, he was my world. While other girls would drive every possible topic to their boyfriends, I drove every potential topic to my brother,” I started as the tears prick the back of my eyes and my breathing started to get heavy. I gave out a weak laugh when flashes of annoyed faces my old friends would give me whenever I brought my brother up pop into my head. He was good looking and my friends often call him “drool- worthy” at times but when someone brings the dude up a million times, people were bound to get annoyed.

I walked towards the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water, I gulp all the content. "Baby, are you okay?" He asked. He's always the first to realize something is wrong about me. We have been like this ever since I was born. "You know you can talk to me right?" That's all I needed to hear from him. I nod, tears gathering in my eyes. "Can........" I sniffed. "Can I have......a hug" I asked. He stood up and walked over to me, he pulled me into his arms. I hugged him back. "You're the best brother anyone could ask for" I mumbled. He sigh.

I didn't go to Lucy or call my brother, Ronan. Ronan was in New York, and every time I complained, he told me to just hold on a little longer. He didn't understand how bad it was getting. He was just lucky he wasn't borne of my my mother. Instead, I messaged the only person who felt real to me. Adrian. He was my brother's best friend. He was older, lived in New York, and we had been talking for months. It started with art, but lately, it had become something else. He was the only person who didn't look at me like a paycheck or a victim.

Fera studies my face, “Should I go ahead?” A lifetime of memories locked in one small town. Ben, James, my friends, my coworkers, my pack. “It’s for the best,” I murmur, feeling a hollow ache inside of me. “My –” I hesitate, “My brother raised me in that town, you know.” I’m suddenly overcome with the urge to share this. Somebody needs to know about my wonderful brother who was my best friend and who died protecting me. “Ben. He was the best brother I could have asked for.”

ULFRED/ADAM My brother had this annoying smirk on his face like he had already won. It pissed me off big time. “Why are you running, dear big brother” he laughed. “I am just stalling for time little bro. you and your people will not make it our of here alive.” He laughed. “What, did you think you will come in here, kill me and walk out?” he threw his head back laughing.

He even brushed aside his wife's hair, which had come loose from her ponytail. Hmm, is Bestie really telling me the truth? They seem okay now. Their conversation flows so naturally. “If you're busy, don't bother calling me. Just focus on what you went there for,” Bestie said sweetly to my brother. Okay, I feel like I'm watching a telenovela here. “No, I'll call you. You're more important to me and I'll definitely miss you.” My brother took Bestie hand and kissed it. I couldn't miss the blush on her face, my best friend was getting giddy.

He nodded and leaned on my shoulder “Hey, what are you doing?” I groan and tried to pull his head up but instead, he shut me up and told me to relax “What if someone sees us and misunderstood the situation” “We are both men dont worry they won't misunderstood anything” He said smiling “You're quite a lot of trouble” “You can call me a sweet baby, my brother Zeph's second name should be trouble” “You knew your brothers so well” “Of course, I'm there little brother and the both of them love me so much'’

My best friend who had always got my back choosed my brother over me! TBC