A Curl's Best Friend Novels & Stories

Luca asked if the cousin would let us stay. Eli said yes. We drove. The farmhouse was old. White paint. A porch. Fields of corn. Eli's cousin was named Sarah. Not Derek's Sarah. A different Sarah. She hugged Eli. She looked at me. She looked at the girls. She asked if we were in trouble. Eli said yes. She said we could stay as long as we needed. We carried the bags inside. Hope woke. She cried. Luca picked her up. She said Dada.

She said while curling my hair. “She's right about that. I know it's weird in a way but at the end of the day I have to think about what is best for me.” “FINALLY,”she said, screaming in my ear. “Give me one reason why you are screaming now,”I asked, while she kept taking pictures of me. “Well, you are beautiful. And secondly my best friend would soon become a rich lady so…please what's there not to be happy about.” She said while ignoring my attitude.

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.

"Yes, we're already there, Luke. But we're not kids anymore. We have our own life. You have a girlfriend, Charles is wooing me. There's nothing to lose if we avoid each other, right? Please, Luke. So— he cut off the rest of what she had to say. "Please Athalia, even just now. When Mom and Mickaela come home, I promise I'll avoid you. But now, let me make it up to you. Let me be your Best Friend for a month while they're gone. Please, Athalia. " he said in a pleading voice. If he must kneel, he will do it so that she does not avoid him. Ath took a deep breath. "Okay. I agree, Luke. Even though I came here for work, I can't refuse you. You're still my best friend." she said. He smiled at her a

Forgive my manners, my name is Audrey O'Connor, and I am a freshman in UCLA—we all are—me, Lislie, Liam, and two other of my female friends that you will get to meet soon. Liam had been my best friend since middle school, and we had remained buddies from then until now. Our families became closer as a result of our friendship, and people usually referred to us as siblings. My dad and his dad worked in the same company, but it was our friendship that brought them closer. Same with my mum. We usually took turns having dinner at each other's houses or went out for treats. They let us sleep over at each other's houses, go to school together, shopping, church; we did virtually everything together

"You're my best friend. I forgive you, girl." Ashley hugged her carefully and wiped tears away from her eyes. "I spoke to the doctor. You'll be able to come home by the end of the week, and I'll have a big surprise for you when you get home," I told her. "A party?" "No. It's much bigger than a party." "What is it?" "If I tell you, then it wouldn't be a surprise." "Ashley, help me out here." She turned to her best friend. "I can't. EJ would have my head for this."

Okay, you look gorgeous", he said walking towards the door. As soon as I heard that, I had butterflies in my stomach. "He actually knows how to make one feel better", I thought in my mind while following him up to the car. At the restaurant, there sat a pretty lady but not as pretty as I am. "Hey babe, sorry for being late, your gender caused it", he said pointing at me and laughing. "That's not a problem, I actually got here just now", she said smiling. "Hi, I'm Kira, his best friend and you are"?, I said extending my hands for a handshake.

Bastian's POV I shouldn’t have been so rough with her yesterday. No matter how much I try to sugarcoat my desires and guilt, it doesn’t change the fact that I’m fucking my best friend’s daughterthe very girl he trusted me with. My phone rings, and it’s none other than Marcus, my best friend. I’ve been avoiding his calls ever since Lilith and I came to Scotland, unable to face my guilt and the knowledge of what I’ve been doing. I debate whether to answer or let it ring.

"Are you sure?" She nods. "Can I G****e this person?" I ask. "The person is not on the Internet, but he is a nice person. A very close friend of mine." "Who?" I raise a brow. "I thought I was your close friend." "A close friend in the world of business." "Who is the friend?" I ask. "You look uncomfortable." "Me?" She chuckles. "Why would I look uncomfortable?"