Off Limits, Brother's Best Friend Novels & Stories

We did not want to pile another tombstone on the list of things we fretted over, neither of us. "I promise I will be on my best behavior, father." I said sarcastically and earned a playful smack from my brother on the head. "I am going to miss you, Juliet." "I am going to miss you more, Zacharias." "What about me? No hug for your best friend before you leave?" Nick asked, already bro hugging Zach when Chrysander joined in. "Hey, what about your favorite criminal? Aren't you going to tell your soldier buddies about hot, sexy and three times dashing than you Don?" Chrys teased, "Pity, that I won't have anyone to fight with."

If they failed in this, they would be failures as brothers. Jeffrey pondered for a while before opening a chat group named "The Seven". The chat group was currently flooded with messages, most of them sent by Leon Carver, his youngest brother. Celebrity Carver: "Hey, guys, stop playing dead! Look at how my rivals are destroying my reputation! Can you really bear to let that go on?"

One of Aiden's buddies waved down a waitress, and we rattled off our drink orders before she disappeared into the crowd. As we kicked back, waiting for our drinks, the vibe was electric. The music pumped through the speakers, setting the vibe for a killer night. Soon, the drinks were available and my brother Aiden, along with his friends Mike and Jake, were soon deep in conversation about The Brotherhood, our family's Mafia group. I tried to act as uninterested as I could, tapping away on my phone. But deep down, I really wanted to be involved in the conversation, to share my own opinions too.

His oldest brother, Derrick, was the only one of his siblings missing because he was off on some mission to save the world-he always had been an overachiever and champion ass-kisser. Toss in his mom and dad at the heads of the table, and the noise level currently underway probably exceeded local bylaw levels. Not that anyone would dare complain. Their neighbors were shapeshifters too and would more likely pee on the leg of a ticketing bylaw agent than complain about one of their own.

I grabbed his suit jacket, dragging him forward. “A joke? A joke was when your prissy ass father paid your way up the team, because you and I know, you're a shitty player." I let go of him and turned to the both of them. “A joke is when we claimed to be brothers in the team, and when I needed my brothers the most, you all scrambled with your balls between your legs." I shouted out. Olivia rushed to my side, her fingers dragging me backwards. "Xander, please. They're not worth your anger. Look at me baby."

He stared at it for a heartbeat… then hooked his around mine. “Pinky promise,” he murmured. - When I finally stepped out of the car and walked toward the apartment, Denver’s car was already there, parked as it belonged. Frederick didn’t get out. He just gave me a small nod through the window. He’d said earlier he’d deal with Denver later. Let him sit in the guilt a little longer. As I got closer, my brother’s voice exploded through the night, sharp, furious. “You'd better fix the mess you made in your own child’s life, Denver! Or I swear, I’ll drag you to court for abandonment so fast your head will spin!”

I said moving closer to her. She moved back and laughed again. "Best friend? Sister? Oh please!" she echoed. "Well, Best friends or sisters don’t lie to each other. Best friends or sisters don’t sneak around behind each other’s backs. And best friends or sisters don’t hurt each other, but guess what Lin?…" Anabel was already crying, she continued, "You did all that. So much for being a Sister and a best friend." She looked at me disgustedly. She then turned to Ethan wiping her face roughly.

Ashley pouts, her lips downturned but her eyes giving her away—disappointment and longing written all over her face. "Is the D really that good?" Chelsea asks, smirking over her coffee. "Better," Ashley says without hesitation, her tone so flat it's clear she's not exaggerating. I nearly choke on my donut. Fantastic. Now my appetite's gone. Nothing kills a sugar rush faster than hearing your best friend rate your brother's dick like it belongs on Yelp. Tuning them out before Ashley can scar me further, I slide my phone out of my pocket and open the group chat. My thumb hovers for a second, hesitation twisting in my gut like it always does when I feel like I'm bothering them while they're han

There's no need to pry my gaze away from the road ahead and check who's calling me because I know who it might be. "Dominic," I say his name before he starts his regular mantra of hellos and how's it going. The guy can be an absolute moron at times, but he's still my best friend. He's as close as a brother, and I couldn't remind him enough how lucky I am to have him in my life. The same goes for Ryder and Vlad, but those two have built their own brotherly bond. Though we're all closer than other families, we still have things we prefer or avoid at times, so in some situations, we're split like rivalry camps but thank God that's not an everyday occurrence.

Presley Brookmore wasn’t one to let an opportunity pass her by. All of her life her older brother Odin and his two best friends Cruz Hawley and Anderson Oak did everything they could to terrorize her. Everything from jumping on her sandcastles when she was a little girl to making fun of her when she got her braces at ten to interrupting her first kiss when was thirteen.