Best Friend Drama Novels & Stories

My STEP DAD'S BEST FRIEND Step Father: Mason Black Step Father Best friend: Lawrence Diaz Step Daughter: Blair Kingston LAWRENCE~~ “Don't bite your fucking lip if you don't want to find yourself slammed against the wall, screaming my name, Love.” I placed the dumb bells back into the racks, distracting myself from the little temptress herself. My best friend's step daughter, Blair. “How confident are we?” Blair's soft voice echoes from her end of the gym. She slips off her sweatpants and shoes, stepping onto a yoga mat. Her poses catch me off guard as she moves into a split, leaning forward with her back arched letting out a soft moan.

"You know what Karis forget about your divorce or whatever and make sure you fuck that man. Fuck him hard because how else will I get the juicy details of Xander De Marco in bed. Be a good bestie and do this for the sisterhood." To say I was speechless was an understatement. My best friend didn't care about my side of the story and just wanted me and Xander to have sex. Wasn't she the one crying about her health condition earlier?

Brody Everything is going wrong for me today. My best friend Oscar and I had just started working at The Club, the sex club that my sister and her husband owned. Except that I just got a look at the schedule, and we got put on opposite schedules. Now we not only don't work with each other, we also don't get to hang out after work either. Or game together on our favorite server.

× Ryker × Unpopular opinion, but I think Trix is doing way too much. Like, ever since that girl Dixie strolled into his life, it’s been dramaaaa upon dramaaaa. And now that they’re married? Forget it. Drama x 2000. And the worst part? There’s literally nothing I can do to help him out when I see my best friend going through it. Absolutely nothing.

Sarah blurts out, still not facing me. I raise my eyebrows. “I would love to,” I mumble. Sarah spins around to face me, her eyebrows furrowed. “Out of all the girls you could mess around with, you fucking chose my sister? I thought you were my best friend.” “I am your best friend, and you think I’d want to mess with your sister? Why the hell would I do that?” I ramble. “What do you want from her, then? Tell me, what’s your plan?” She demands, her eyes piercing through me.

I walk to the couch and let my body sink into it, closing my eyes as I bask in the relief of finally sitting down. My phone’s buzzing snaps my eyes open and I groan before I pull it out from my bag. My face lights up when I see the name and I quickly pick it. “You won't believe what just happened." I hear a sniff from the other end, like she's been crying. And one thing about my best friend : She doesn't cry. In her words “Mafia Princesses Don't Cry, They Make People Cry." I perk up in my seat, my brows scrunched. "What happened? Why’re you crying Brit?”

Her right eyebrows lifted, with her eyeballs wide open in an utter displeasing gesture “Why can't it be me” I fired back “What? How can you even say that you're my fucking best friend” “A best friend that has always been there for you, a best friend that was there when your Almighty step brother was ignoring you, a best friend that has never left your side, a best friend that has always had your best interest at heart, it's me Taylor I'm that best friend that has always made sure you're okay, so why can't it be me, why must it be that dude that has made you cry over and over, and over again, he doesn't even love you, can't you see that?”

"Who's the silver fox?" "No one," I said quickly. "You know Ryan, right?" She smirked. "Ahhh, yess, your dad's hot best friend. He's single?" "Divorced," I muttered. "Lucky you," she teased. "I see that look." "Stop," I said but my cheeks burned. We kept talking. She rambled about more clients. One who wanted a mural of his ex-wife but crying. Another who paid late and complained the colors were wrong.

I said. "wait.. Who are you? And what did you do to my best friend?." she asked confused. "I know I know, you probably thought that I would lecture you and be mad or even end our friendship. But no I won't." I said truthfully. We hug and we ended up laughing and talking about everything. "hey simran ,can I ask you something.?"she said. "yeah sure what is it?" I asked. "what did you mean when you said that you are finally happy that your brother found me.?"she asked.

“Not him?” She lets out a soft giggle. “Trust me. Not him. He’s one of my best friends, but no. There’s nothing between us.” It’s as if a light bulb goes off over her head. “Oh, no. Best friends. Kimbra is also my best friend. Have you? Her? Duncan? What are we going to do?”