Novel & Cerita Best Friend Aesthetic

--- ~You know some day I might cross the street when we were on the same side. Just to skip the how are you I'm—~ I answered the call. It's from Agatha she's my personal assistant but I considered her as my ONLY bestfriend. I'm not a friendly person, I don't need a friend I can be alone forever, afterall I'm used to it. If you're asking why I see Agatha as my bestfriend or best buddy? She's different. I know she's different, she's not fake—she's real. Unlike the others that will just stab you in the back, they're so coward they can't say what they're insecurity is in front of you so they will just stab you in the back.

But deep down, I always wanted to know what it felt like to accept gifts and not feel insulted or guilty. Crazy, right? Yeah. I was a breathing contradiction. Because why was I craving something that I hated? It made no sense. “Oh, there you are.” The cheeky voice of my best friend brought me out of my funk. She was heading in my direction, dressed like some Latina badass. Smokey-eyed makeup and those cowboy knee-length boots. Skirts so short you'd see her black panties if she bent a bit. Cleavage, bold and fucking tempting. She was a striking, loud beauty. Curly blonde hair that screamed wealth. I was a quiet beauty, brunette, silently curvy, more natural without the extensions, nails, lash

I don't want to see them around me. My mind drifted back to what happened to me last night. I was raped. By my bestfriend. The thought gathered tears in my eyes. I never believed he could do that to me. In front of everyone. If only I knew this is gonna happen to me. I wouldn't have gone there with that bastard. "I need to check your state of health. Will you?" The doctor said trying to touch me again but slapped his hand off. Men irritates me now. "Don't touch me. Please." I pleaded.

, I said as I looked at myself in the mirror, admiring my beauty. "Okay then, I will pick you up in the next 10minutes" Edin, my best friend said as he ended the call. Meanwhile, as I was looking at the mirror, my mind flashed back to the days we became friends and gradually best friends. Just like yesterday, I laughed remembering how I was a popular girl which no one could pass without glancing at and I was also a troublesome girl(that was part of my hobby).

She succeeded in releasing Shayla’s hair from Annalise’s grip. “But she said Ahaz is here!” “Why don’t you just choose Ahaz?” and she was so full of herself that Ahaz was going to choose her only. She knew she was the most beautiful but she never admitted the large amount of make-up and surgeries behind her beautiful and flawless face. “You’re right!” Brooklyn nodded and so did others. Ashley’s friends were just like her. All were egoistic and believed that they were the most beautiful. In this matter, nobody could get nervous about their beauty and could sleep peacefully with no tension.

COLEEN There are two types of best friends. The first kind brings you soup when you're sick, offers gentle advice when you’re heartbroken, and gives you quiet comfort when the world feels too loud. The second kind bursts into your room at 9 a.m. the morning after a very important hockey game win, yelling, “The only reason why you would be blushing like the cat that got the cream is if you were thinking about Hayden and I can bet my first kid that I’m so right!”

Aiden was the one who helped me see the beauty in myself. He showed me what real intimacy could be like — and to be honest, not many men after him could even come close to that level... Well, except for that arrogant Alpha, of course. Aiden is incredibly charismatic, with a quiet kind of wisdom about him. Sex with him has always been more than just enjoyable — it’s satisfying in every way. And the best part is, we both know exactly what this is. No pressure, no promises, no messy feelings. Just friendship. The kind where you trust someone completely, where you can laugh together, talk for hours, or fall into bed without it ever becoming complicated.

“Who chose this?” He tilted his head toward the girl sleeping on her. “Your best friend.” Maya chuckled softly. " How's yours?" He asked. She pointed it towards him. " Here." He shook his head. " Feed me." " Huh," She hesitated, but then fed him a piece too. " How’s the flavor?” “Mmm." he hummed, chewing slowly. " Not bad " Maya shook at her shoulders. " She's now heavier" “Let me pick her up,” Ethan said lready standing.

Adrian was just my best friend. But even as the thought formed, it crumbled. No. He wasn't just my best friend. That label, once so comforting, now felt like a cage, a denial of something far deeper, far more consuming. Why did I feel like I wanted to own him? The possessiveness was visceral, raw, and utterly terrifying in its intensity.

I should have shrugged it off, and told her that I found out something that could help with her parents case. Instead I got angry because she wanted me to ask out one of my best friends. The only people I'm actually happy to see. Max is a great friend. She's one of my favorite people. But Anastasia is my mate, and honest to the gods, Max is not Ana. For fuck sakes this girl made me realize how much I love a fashion forward female. Every outfit, every make-up, she pulls me deeper into her and I know it'll be the death of me yet here I fucking am.