A Letter For Best Friend Novels & Stories

It was almost all the books on my reading wish list. “How did you…” “You left your book search history on my laptop, so… I might have peaked and decided to get you all the ones I could find. You have always been the nerd.” Tears clouded my eyes and I ran towards her and wrapped my arms around her. “You are the best. Thank you! I don’t know…” Tears choked my voice and she patted me softly on the back. “No need to be a sad sack of potatoes. You have been an awesome friend to me you also had a hard time on the business trip with my dad. You needed something to cheer you up.”

That was just one of many things I hadn’t told her. “You’re nothing like that, okay? For Christ’s sake, look at you. You’re beautiful. You’re a writer—a popular one, working on her second book. And you’re my BEST FRIEND! If that doesn’t scream identity, I don’t know what does,” she said fiercely. I gave her a small smile. I was her best friend—that was enough. “You never asked who told her that,” I said after a moment. She stilled, her body tensing. “No.”

" We'll know soon enough." How do she tell her best friend that her letter was wholly about her brother, rather she said. " How about we go also." “To St. Helen’s?” “Yes. Now.” Maya said, shrugging her shoulders. “Why the rush?” Lily asked, blinking. “They’re just digging it up.” “I just remembered... the fence might be gone. Maybe they’ll dig the wrong place,” Maya said quickly, fidgeting. Lily squinted. “That’s a terrible lie, but fine, cause I need to pick something.”

Even when we already had one, as I remember. “What the fuck are you two doing here? I thought I asked you to leave.” “We knew you were bringing her, and we didn’t want to miss her again like last time,” Luke answered, and Dylan sighed. “So, are you going to introduce us?” “No,” Dylan was quick to say. “Well, no need then.” Luke smirked, which made Dylan lift a brow, obviously not used to Luke giving in so quickly. “Hi again, I’m Luke, Dylan’s best friend.” He came toward me, extending his hand for a handshake.

With his shaggy brown curls framing his face, he was that guy who could be either your best friend or your best lay. Since I did have Layton in my life, I decided immediately that I was adopting Craig from Layton as my male best friend. Both of the men had a good laugh when I told them that earlier, but Craig slung his arm around my shoulders and with a wide grin, told me he agreed to become my newest, bestest friend. His words. In my opinion, Layton was by far the hottest, sexiest guy on planet earth. No one held a candle or even a wick against him, but Craig came in a close second. I was now the proud possessor of the sexiest boyfriend and the second hottest male best friend.

Miss Admirer: Anyway who was the girl with you today? She chuckled after asking this question. "He doesn't even know I was that girl." She murmured and giggled. My Hottie Biker: She is my best friend's sister. She is so annoying, clumsy like a kid and a troublemaker, therefore I call her kiddo. She rolled her eyes after reading this. My Secret Admirer: Okay! Leave all this and tell me how're so free today. Aren't you with any girl? My Hottie Biker: I had a plan but I had to drop kiddo at the college. She spoiled my all plan.

"I'm sorry too. I should have been honest. With you. With her." We didn't make plans to see each other. We didn't declare anything. But something shifted—a door opening, just a crack. Maybe, someday, we could be friends. Real friends. Without the mess. I wrote Ava another letter. Not the kind I'd left in her locker—desperate, pleading, full of excuses. But an honest one. The kind I'd never send. Dear Ava,

But just in case that something has happened to me, I’m writing this letter to say the words that I couldn’t say to you in person. For the past nine years, I’ve never tried to stop contacting you. Even when all the emails that I’d sent to you were returned to me, I’ve never stopped trying. You are my best friend. The closest thing that I had to a sister. Or is it just me who feels this way? Am I the one who has remained trapped in the past whilst you’ve already moved on? I have no idea. But it’s all over now.

He utters before he stands up and strides out of the ward, leaving me alone here. I sigh briefly as I empty the bag on my body, and a piece of paper fell from it. "What is this?" I mumble as I pick up the paper and unfold it. It's a letter from Alex. 'Hey, friend. Where do I start? I don't really know. Although we have known each other not long enough, but you have been the best friend anybody would want to keep forever. I know I'm annoying sometimes, but I want you to know that I do really love you so much, and want us to be by each other's side forever. If I do anything to hurt you in the future, get mad at me all you want, but never cast me away, or hate me for any reason because I won't

"Truth is, Neal, I miss you, but as a friend. Just a friend. I need friends in times like this, not someone looking to take me to bed or go anywhere romantically. I don't want you to misinterpret what I'm saying." "I understand," Neal said. "I know it's time for me to move on from you, Becca. That's something I will do. If you miss me as a friend, then I want to be a friend. Just a friend. You have James, and your family. It would be wrong of me to try and get in the way of that." "Thank you," I said, my voice dripping with genuine happiness at that. "Get some rest. I can hear the sadness and relief in your tone. I think you're out of it like I am right now. Aren't you?"