Best Friend Aesthetic Novels & Stories

Politely blunt and very dedicated to what she sets her mind on. Ashly abruptly pulls Alex closer to her-- Ashly's face is so close to Alex and Alex really has to hold himself back from kissing her. Ashly tells him to take a selfie. And Alex did, he took several. Ashly then offers to take Alex's picture. Well as much as Alex loves her, he never really trusted Ashly photography skills but he still allows his stupid omega best friend to take a few. Surprisingly, the pictures look decent and some are actually good.

“Then what is it, Sav? Why won’t you look at me? Why do you keep dodging me like I’m contagious? You're ignoring me.” I turned around, clutching my arms like they could hold me together. “Because best friends don’t see each other naked in that way.” Roman blinked. “Sav…” “Best friends,” I cut in, heart in my throat, “don’t bend each other over in the backseat of a car and have the kind of sex that haunts you for days. The kind that we just had. That’s not friendship. That’s something else. And we… we broke it. We’re screwed, Roman.”

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

The only difference was that they had almost opposite aesthetics. Aubrey was the pretty, cute lady you had no idea could claw your eyes out. She represented yellow, pink and all things girly, and always had a smile on. Hazel, on the other hand, had a dark aesthetic. Wore dark colours, especially red. Always had red lipstick on. Seductive but sweet, to only the people she cared about. She was also girly, but the other kind. And she would absolutely claw your eyes out. But that was the only difference in them. Their aesthetic. They loved the same things.

And still, every thought is always in the gutters. ‘Yup, and don’t act like you don’t love me… Just think how boring your life would have been without me.’ He states arrogantly. ‘True’… ‘Besides, once you have that bond with your Mate, you’ll get the constant need my friend.’ ‘I hope so… Let’s see” We are both 29years old. And it’s true, although Ashton has no filter, and he can be an asshole at times, he makes everyday fun with his cocky personality. He is my best friend, and an outstanding Beta.

I said through gritted teeth. “I’m sorry bro.” Mark said as he jumped on the bed and settled beside me. “It’s just strange because you like a lot of girls!” “Well this one is different. I really like her and I feel a lot for her.” I defended. “Say what now?” Mark said confused. “She’s just so different okay? She’s beautiful and kind and she has the most gorgeous eyes.” I said letting myself sink in the memory of her. Again my friends exchanged a look but this time around, they did not laugh.

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.”

I walked out of the dressing room, and Bree—my best friend—gasped. “You look so fucking beautiful,” she said with wide eyes. Bree was dressed in a pale teal-colored dress that highlighted her sleepy blue eyes. Her short black hair had been straightened and left down. “You too,” I complimented. I met Bree a few years ago at the diner where I worked. We clicked instantly and have been best friends ever since. She was my total opposite—wild, carefree, and even bitchy at times. But deep down, she was a good person, and the only one I could truly call a friend.

They left quickly without waiting for my reply, Atlas really did a good job in making them disappear from here, Their sight sucks. “Atlas, you made my best friend feel embarrassed, that's not good though” I voiced out sarcastically, laughing lightly. “Sorry about that, She has a bad aura and I don't like her, I will urge you to be careful when you are around her, you said she is your best friend, Be cautious. “Thanks, don't worry about her, She is not bad you know” I defended, not wanting to say anything bad about her or involve him in our personal issues.

I said, with playful stares. It's not bad, Thomas is also handsome and my best friend is also beautiful. We are not far away from the height. She has long curly hair and is only brunette, but she is beautiful because her skin is smooth. “If he's only the one who's going to be my boyfriend, no, thanks. He's so ugly. I want a man as handsome as the actor Tom Rodriguez.” My friend Nanet told him with her crumpled face.