3 Bestie の小説・ストーリー

She replied, "Not at all. I haven't seen her before, aside from the previous day." "That's fine. She’s like family, so you shouldn’t be troubled about her. At one point when I initially met you, I almost thought you were Lerisa, you resemble her," Anthony said. "Hmm, I am not Lerisa," Benita faked a smile. She was still internally jealous, knowing that Anthony treasured Lerisa. From the few moments Benita had spent with Anthony, she already liked him and wanted him badly. She was a determined woman and wouldn’t give up easily on Anthony. If Lerisa dared to come in her way, she would eliminate her, as she wanted Anthony for herself alone.

The faint vibration humming beneath my skin. The kings' aura. Corbin led me through one of the massive archways and up a series of stone steps. The higher we climbed, the stronger the sensation became. And when I finally reached the top and looked down into the arena, my breath caught. Fenric, Rhydan, and Brammon were in the center of the coliseum. Fighting each other. All three had partially shifted into their beast forms. Fenric moved with terrifying speed, dark claws flashing whenever he struck. Rhydan's tail lashed through the air like a whip, each blow carrying enough force to crack stone. And Brammon stood like a mountain amidst the chaos, every footstep making the ground tremble.

Justin's expression darkened when we entered the hotel's restaurant. My best friend, Winona Quentin, was being intimate with Justin's best friend, Hunter Jackson. Hunter came from new money, and he often benefited from Justin by getting in his good graces. Based on how affectionately Winona and Hunter were behaving around each other, it became obvious that they had been involved with one another for a long time.

"Let him believe it. If the King thinks he’s in control, he won’t look closer at the archives." "The bond is anchoring Eilis's mind faster than we anticipated," the first replied. He adjusted his heavy cloak, the movement revealing a glimpse of a jagged, old-world sigil pinned to his vest. "The 'Beast' is becoming functional. Stable. Exactly what is required for the transition." "And if the Prince grows too attached? If he puts his mate above the cause?"

I wish I was there to lick you off. BESTIE : Okay, touch yourself baby. Me : Okay. BESTIE : Are you touching yourself? ME: Yes. BESTIE: Good girl. BESTIE: Tell me what you're feeling. ME: Wet. ME: So wet for you. BESTIE: Where are you touching? ME: Just… outside. ME: Circling. BESTIE: Slower or faster? ME: Slow. ME: Like you do. BESTIE: I love the way you feel when you're slow. The way you arch into my hand. The way you beg for more.

Christopher's POV 👱🏻 She thought I love her like a best friend. I was, until I started fucking her. Then it becomes addictive, and I got confused if this is the love for fucking, the love for a best friend, or the soulmate kind of love. Those three weeks apart had solved the confusion. I love her like I love all three; I love fucking her, I love her as a best friend, and I love how we fit like a puzzle. Perhaps she's the soulmate I've been searching for.