A Letter For Best Friend Novels & Stories

Mia I shudder, spur my eyes open and then exhaled softly. Racing was the past but for Cole, I was willing to break my promise. My fingers had turned cold as I couldn't move. I didn't even know the race had began until a call came through which I subconsciously answered. "You can back down Cole if you can't do this, I gat you man" miles muffled but I terminated the call immediately, not ready to listen to anything. They were best friends and stick to each other like leeches that sometimes they're mistaken to be gays.

I bite my lip and try to think of the perfect mate. "She is special if she puts up with you". Brian laughs and Liam joins him. My best friends are so immature. Smiling in satisfaction I lay my head back and think of my mate.

Let me guess, My Best Friend's Boyfriend? -Diddy.

I'm no better than Will doing this to her, and yet, I can't help it. “And you’re not just being nice right now, Jaden.” My lips graze her ear. “Because if you were really mad at me, you wouldn’t have come in here with those tight pants on. You would have stayed in your room for the rest of the night where you should be. Let’s not start something we can’t finish. It would be a shame to lose my best friend because I want his little sister underneath me, and we both know, that can't happen,” I whisper.

I wish I could slip out of here but the annoying pixie by the door is blocking me in. "Why can't we just be friends again?" Izzy asks sadly and Briar lets out a heavy sigh. "We were never friends, Izzy. That wasn't what real friendship is." She says firmly and my heart soars when she looks over at me, warmth in her eyes. Pride fills my body and I naturally gravitate towards her. I stand behind her, soaking up her closeness and letting her know I'm here if she needs me. Izzy watches our interaction before she turns on her heel and leaves us alone.

The message read, Dear Christina, You’re the best friend that I’ve ever had, and the best friend that anyone would ever hope to have. You brought happiness into my life at a time when I was in despair and thought that I would never ever see even a glimpse of happiness, and for that, I will be eternally grateful. You tried your best to help me out of that horrific place I called home, and I do not take that for granted. I’ve tried as much as I can to bear the situation at home, but it gets worse by the day, so I’ve decided to run away.

We struggled through the language barrier for what felt like forever before they understood. “You’re saying your friend might be down below the cliff?”

I traced the engraved words slowly, a small, secret smile tugging at the corners of my lips despite everything. For the girl who reads her way out of every cage. It felt like a promise. Like he saw me, really saw the parts of me that had spent years trying to escape loneliness, foster homes, the ache of never quite belonging. The smile lingered for a heartbeat before guilt crashed in like cold water. Mirabel’s face from yesterday flashed behind my eyes, bright, trusting, and calling me her sister with zero hesitation. My best friend. The girl who had chosen me when no one else had.

She left a note along with an envelope on the desk. Anthony, Thank you for yesterday. You made my trip to Chicago worthwhile. I must tell my friends about you. Hopefully that would help you out on your business. I’m sorry for leaving so suddenly, but I’m not one for formalities and I felt no need to say goodbye to you as this was only business. I figured after all of the sex we had last night, you deserved the rest. Here is a small token of my appreciation. Thank you for helping me in that department as well. It had been a while for me. I wish you all the luck in your future endeavors. Kenya

She even pretended that she didn’t know my mom and it suddenly crept me out. I slowly opened the letter from her to my mom. December 15, 2015 Dear bestie, I am sorry. I was a bad friend to you back then. I hope you will forgive me from what I did when we’re still best friends and our relationship was still as good as you expected. Let me catch up with you for as much as I can. Ever since I read that short note from my mom’s cash box, I haven’t got enough sleep. I badly wanted to talk with Miss AC again to clear things out. What does she mean by her “sorry”?