Saved By My Brother’s Best Friend Novels & Stories

Settled into something manageable and quiet, the emotional equivalent of an old scar that had long since stopped being tender. I had been twenty-three when I first understood, with the particular unwelcome clarity of something you can't un-know, that what I felt for my best friend's brother was not the mild, easily-catalogued fondness of family-adjacent affection. I had been standing in the Calloways' back garden at Jade's birthday party, fairy lights strung between the trees, and Marcus had been standing close enough that I could have counted his eyelashes, and he'd said something low and private that made me laugh, and I'd looked up and found him already looking at me, and the moment had s

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.

Matthew was Scott's best friend. He had been Scott's best friend for years before I ever had a real conversation with him, and Scott was my brother, and this was Scott's wedding weekend, and there were going to be family members and old friends arriving at this resort today, people who had known all of us for years, and somewhere among all of that I was going to have to stand in the same room as Matthew and behave as though last night had not happened.

I tease, and we both laugh. I didn’t realise how much I miss her and Alec until now. But I’d rather be run over by a car than show Alec that despite his shitty behavior, I still miss him. “So I’m the one who gets to be ignored?” Alec asks with a small smile that I respond to with a glare. I am about to say something when the gate is forced open. We all turn to check what is happening and when we do, my breath hitches. Thorne Xandros, my brother’s ex-best friend and now enemy, in all his glory storms into the house premises with a deadly look on his face.

“There was a football match of my brother and friends. They won! But then while walking around the city, they saw the bikes. They decided to take part in the competition...My brother got into an accident…” “Oh, I’m sorry! How is he now?” “Now he is fine! Doctors performed a surgery for him, but he was in coma for a long time,” I said. “ I don’t know why, but I want to be honest with you. When you saw me there near the cliff...I wanted to commit a suicide. But you came like an angel and saved me from this terrible action! And then, my brother felt it! He saw that, I was about to die and that’s why he woke up! You saved 2 lives in a second!”

Tell me where you are, I’ll come get you. ‘He said you were paranoid enough to figure it out. I was hurt, but your brother…helped bandage me up. Maya still hasn’t woken up and my phone is dead, or I would’ve talked to you sooner.’ I chose my words carefully, glancing at the cashier whose nervous eyes flitted my way every couple seconds. ‘I know this sounds crazy, but I think he saved my life. We’re hours away from the pack boundaries—and believe me, I know. He’s a reckless idiot who has a death wish, but he’s taking me to meet a…special friend of his, one that might know more about what happened last night.’

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.”

He yelled angrily. “What are you saying? I would never kill my best friend. I would never kill Salvador and his parents. They meant so much to me. I love Salvador” I sighed. I could see the look of surprise in the stranger's eyes but I was not going to lie. “I love Salvador as a brother and I also loved him….. The way a woman would love a man”

ets intended for her. Billy Marsh saved my life in the river that day in November. Gwen Anderson seems to save me all the time. She cut the wires to the explosives without even asking if I was certain they were the right ones. That saved all of us. Then she worked to save me from bleeding to death, and make no mistake. If she had not acted so promptly and professionally, I would have died. "I want everyone to know that I will always have the backs of these three friends. Billy and Jared are now my brothers, and Gwen is ... everything. Anytime, anyplace, I'll be there if they ever need me.

Amelia was about to talk when Susan grabbed her head all of a sudden. “Mom?! Mom, are you alright?” Amelia asked in great worry. “I’m… fine.” She responded. Her eyes were tightly shut, as the sharp pain in her head slowly reduced. She remembered another event from that traumatic night. “Freddie.” She called, and Amelia creased her brows. “What about him?” “He saved me that night.” “What are you talking about, Mom? This man was part of the people that sent those men to kill you.” “He was Stanley’s brother, right?” Amelia nodded and she let out a sigh.