Best Friend Drama Novels & Stories

He hung up, and I sat in the silence, feeling the last thread between us snap. So that was it. The relationship that had cost me everything—my best friend, my reputation, my sense of myself as a good person—was over. And I had nothing left to show for it. By spring, I had stopped trying to talk to Ava. It was easier that way. Easier to watch her from across the hallway, to see her slowly coming back to life—new friends, new routines, a new version of herself that didn't include me. She was healing. And I was glad. Even if it meant she was healing without me.

Actually doing it was another. Every time Gaspare finished with a lover, he would call me to clean up the room. I wondered which one it would be today. Lily? Or Celeste, who had come last month? My favorite was still Sandra. She only ever made a mess on the bed, never the entire room. When I opened the door, I found an unfamiliar face staring back at me. This woman had features that bore a passing resemblance to my best friend, Vera Toscano. I could not help but smile.

“You’re my best friend and all you want to talk about is business? Haven’t seen each other for months, man. You’re such a boring bastard.” Braxton’s lips twitched, but he didn’t deny it. I just sat there, watching the two men trade words like nothing about this situation was insane. Braxton and Aiden, best friends. Oh, Ivy was going to love this tea. The fact that my best friend was dating my boss's best friend. This was going to be one hell of a ride.

I tapped on her hand and pointed towards the screen. Clearing the tense atmosphere. I couldn't miss my favorite episode for anything. This part contained betrayals caused by two female best friends. The female actress was really pretty, her skin glittered even in the dark. She had been caught by her best friend, sleeping with her little junior brother who was five years younger than the female lead. I mean how could someone be so shameless, spreading her legs for a guy old enough to be her brother? Call it love or whatever— but that was ridiculous and fucking weird.

"I had also seen your posts with Cody. Haven't you outgrown him yet?" I rolled my eyes, grabbed my phone, and headed for my bedroom. "It’s a best-friends-for-life thing, mother. I could never outgrow him." "Don’t tell me you two are already having sex?" I grimaced instantly. "Ew, gross, why would you even think that?" "Come on, you are both adults. Everyone knows males and females can't stay that intertwined forever. Either you like him, he likes you, or — worst of all — you are copulating."

"But you were thinking about it." A beat. "Yes," Duane says. Marco absorbs this. The tostones arrive, which gives everyone approximately thirty seconds of displacement activity—Marco reaching for one immediately, Duane wrapping both hands around his coffee, me staring at the chimichurri eggs that have appeared in front of me with the slightly surreal quality of food arriving during a significant life moment. "Here's my issue," Marco says, around a tostone. He points at Duane with it, then thinks better of the gesture and puts it down. "You've been my best friend for twenty years. Twenty years. Do you know how many people I've known for twenty years?"

His jaw was tight, but he didn’t grab the phone from me. “You were my friend,” I said. “And you were his wife. Friendship died in that bedroom the same day your marriage did.” “If you post that photo, you are not hurting Adrian. You are helping Damien keep me tied to a man who will not sign.” “Maybe I want you tied. Maybe I like watching you scramble and suffer.” My free hand curled into a fist. “What kind of human are you?? What did he promise you this time?” “I don’t think that is your business anymore.”

“It’s a lovely sight.” “Don’t say that to her face.” Misty warned. “Why? Will she twitch?” “She will throw something.” Misty warned. “She’s not in the mood for all of that tonight.” “I think I’ll take my chances.” “You’re flustering her.” Asteria said, nudging him. “I’m aware.” Damian retorted. “Let no one say that they don’t understand why Misty and Paige are best friends. They’re obviously both very responsive individuals.” They followed her back around the side of the house. It was past ten, and so the party was in full force.

She was my best friend, and I couldn’t lose her. Thankfully, before I could respond, a knock sounded on the door, and she got it. Jarek stepped into the room, and I bit back a sigh. “Are you ladies ready?” He asked, not sparing me a glance. “One moment. Why don’t you help with the bag?” She pushed it to him. He grunted, but carried her bag. I held mine, and followed them downstairs. I wasn’t sure how long I could keep things under wrap. She was bound to figure out eventually which meant I had to make a choice - my best friend or her brother?

" I stood there frozen after she finished. Her words hit slow and deep, like something blunt pressing into a wound over and over. I couldn't make sense of it. How could someone change this completely, this fast, into someone I didn't recognize at all? Maybe she'd never been real with me from the start. Wendy took one look at me and smiled, clearly thrilled. "Aw, how sad. Dumped by your only friend. Haha!" "Wendy, let's go. It's going to pour soon." Samantha tucked herself close to Wendy without sparing me another glance, and the two of them walked away.