Amber Rose Best Friend Novels & Stories

"Oh fuck baby! Yes, come on my cock." His breath is ragged as he lets out a groan of utter ecstasy; cuming inside the condom, emptying himself. We lay here, sweaty messes, tangled in each other's arms, completely sated, and still in awe it happened. "That was better than I ever thought it would be, Scarlet." "I know... I just... Wow." "Well, I can officially say that our friendship is ruined in a good way haha! We can never go back, not after what we did."

Annie nodded quietly, only to pause as Amber suddenly turned back to the crowd and addressed them directly. "Annie is my manager-and also my best friend. I trust her completely, so don't tell me what I should or shouldn't do." "She's a good person-gentle, sincere, and she hasn't done any of the terrible things you're accusing her of. Until she's had a chance to clarify everything, I ask that you stay out of my personal life." "And above all," Amber added firmly, "don't insult my best friend." Amber's sharp and unwavering response left the girls stunned. None of them had expected her to speak out so firmly.

“We didn’t go to the hospital because she didn’t want to.” “What?” Distressed, I turned my head to Jessamine’s room. “I know it’s childish for her to cry about you having another best friend,” Deborah curled her lips, sighing. “Aiden, Jessamine can win for Miss Congeniality here, but that young woman didn’t have any male best friend… Listen, Best friend, but you.” I heaved a sigh, wanting to explain my relationship with Sasha, but it would only confuse them. I raised my head when Deborah stood up.

Sensing the sudden shift, Ashley turned to look at her friend, recognizing the cloud of disappointment that seemed to hang over Emily. With a sigh, Ashley pulled Emily into a comforting embrace. "I didn't mean it like that, okay? You are my best friend," she clarified, her words laced with sincerity. Despite the truth in her statement about Alarina, Ashley wanted to reassure Emily of her irreplaceable place in her heart.

Before he could do anything funny, she saved both images on her phone and just like she had predicted, he deleted them immediately. “Good luck then.” “Thank you,” she texted back. A small smile was radiating on her lips. She was clearly happy. It might have taken a long time to start talking, but somehow she liked the process that comes with it. Closing her eyes, she decided to take a nap since there was nothing to do. Once she wakes up, she’ll write down the assignment and do whatever. But right now, she was feeling a different kind of peace than before. Her best friend was back, she had Silver and now everything was looking back like how it started.

Thinking about the past made her eyes wet, and she took the bun with her shivering hands and slowly bought it near her mouth, Adam smiled at her looking at her with sparkling eyes, she smiled at him and ate the bun, before she nodded, "It's tasty." Adam smiled and clapped his hand before he gave her another bun and ran away to his mother, who smiled at Ashley. And Ashley smiled back at her. She suddenly felt a strong arm around her shoulder, "Up so soon sister?" Ashley's heart stopped when she looked at the person beside her and nearly burst out crying when she saw her sister, Amber. Amber looked so healthy and fine, she was tall and beautiful and had brown hair like their father; she was a

"Hey beautiful," Ashley said smiling at Maria. "You... Why are you here? Oh no, I mean how did you know I was here?" Maria asked still surprised by Ashley's arrival. "I told you, wherever you are, I'll know," said Ashley, handing Maria a bouquet of roses. Ashley turned to Rose and smiled at the middle-aged woman. Seeing Ashley's gaze made Maria turn to Rose as well. "Rose, he's Ashley my best friend," she said. Rose smiled and shook her hand at Ashley. She then said goodbye to clean up the leftovers from Maria.

When I got home, Tristan was in the kitchen cooking. He looked up when I walked in and smiled. “You’re back? How was the trip?” “It went well.” I changed my shoes, set my suitcase aside, and walked over to him, glancing into the pot. It was my favorite pork ribs. “What’s the occasion?” I asked with a smile. “I missed you.” He turned and kissed my forehead. The second his lips touched my skin, my stomach lurched. The same hands that had killed my best friend were cooking for me.

“Don’t let imposter syndrome tell you otherwise.” Mia tried to believe her. Some days she did. Other days, she still felt like the girl who had kissed her best friend’s boyfriend. But those days were becoming rarer. Therapy helped. Ethan helped. The work itself helped. She started mentoring a new volunteer, a young woman named Desiree who reminded her of herself at twenty—angry, lost, desperate to be seen. Mia saw the potential underneath the bravado, just as someone had once seen it in her. “You’re going to be okay,” Mia told her.

Daniel asked Amber quietly, eyes locked on the approaching women. Amber wiped her tears with the back of her palm, feeling steadier now. She wasn’t alone, her family was here. “They are Mason’s mother and his… best friend,” she replied, though the word 'best friend' tasted like ash in her mouth. Cassie didn’t deserve that title; she was Isabella’s minion, nothing more.