Saved By My Brother’s Best Friend Novels & Stories

I place my palms face down on the cherry wood desk and slowly rub my hand along it, before sitting back and clasping my hands together in my lap. I lift my eyes and find Coal watching me with a proud smile on his face. His eyes sparkle with many emotions dancing in them. It's then it dawns on me. He's the closest thing I have to a brother. And now I realize he's more than a friend. He is my best friend, my family, my brother. He slowly sits down in the chair across from me, still smiling, with pride dancing in his eyes. “Why did you save me that day?” I ask quietly.

“Just because you're my brother's best friend doesn’t mean that you can do whatever you like.” “I was saving you a lifetime of heartbreak, the least you can say is thank you and… you're welcome.” he spun to face me. “Yes, I get to make certain decisions in place for you since you have a habit of making wrong choices for men who treat you like garbage and leave you hanging in front of everyone.” “You don’t get to do that.” My voice rose slightly although my chest kept beating heavily. “I’m no damsel in distress that needs your saving.” I shoved his chest… Perhaps I deserve whatever shit I got.”

I had smiled through every second of that party just to cover up the tension and unsettling thoughts going through my mind. Now the hall was half-empty, the music was fading, and I was trying to navigate the staircase without holding the railing because I had some pride left. "You're going to fall." I knew that voice even before I turned. The voice that made me have sleepless nights. That was Finn, my brother's best friend and bodyguard. The voice came from behind me, low and unbothered. Like he had been watching me teeter on the second step for longer than was polite and had only just decided to say something.

Jake—his best friend, Mia’s brother—now caught in the crossfire. Mia looked at Ethan, their fragile start suddenly facing a storm that could tear apart everything and everyone they cared about.

Didn't fight back. I hit him again. And again. He took every blow until we were both on the ground, bloody and gasping. "Why won't you fight me?" I screamed at him. "Because I know." His voice cracked. "She's my sister. I had to protect her. The same way you'd protect Rafe or Dario or Emil. The same way you'd protect your own blood." My own blood. The words hit me like bullets. I collapsed onto the grass beside him, my fists finally still.

"Your sister told me she was going to the library to study. Instead, she ended up drinking at a bar. She got drunk and wanted to go home with the bar's top host. So I brought her to my place. James, do you think I did the right thing?" Ryan's words were an art form. Every sentence sounded truthful, reasonable, perfectly innocent. But underneath, they were full of traps. And crucially, they were flawless. Who would ever guess that the bar's top host and Ryan Bennett were the same person? In James's mind, Ryan was the hero who had saved his sister from a lecherous man. What could James say? He simply said, "You did the right thing. Thank you, brother." Ryan's arm tightened around Emily's waist

My thumb hovered over the screen not knowing what to do next, until it finally stopped on the familliar white and black logo. It was Chatgpt. I opened it and asked the only question that I needed answers to. “I’m madly in love with my brothers best friend, how can I make it stop?”

I took my tray to the far side of the pig. Furniture. Kitchen. Home by nine. I recited it like a rosary and topped off ice nobody needed. It held until seven, when my brother — my brother, who loves me, who held my hand at the ER when I was nine, who has never once in his life left well enough alone — put one arm around Marcus's shoulders and steered him across the entire yard, through the string-light glow, past the domino table, directly to Duane. "BRO." Marco, glowing, presenting. "You gotta meet this guy. Marcus — Duane. Duane — Marcus. Mari's Marcus."

You could ask me if I’m in love with my brother’s best friend and I would tell you with a straight face absolutely fucking not. Kane Wilder is my brother Landon’s best friend, a.k.a a pain in my fucking ass. I met him for the first time when I was six.

The fear in my voice was palpable, and Daniel's expression softened as he hugged me tighter. At that moment, all I could feel was the warmth of my brother's embrace and the comfort of his love. I was grateful for the stranger who had saved me but more grateful for the brother who had never stopped searching for me. I buried my face in his chest and cried, grateful for the love that had brought us together.