Best Friend Guy Novels & Stories

“Yeah. I was his bestfriend.” “Wait what?” The guy in a red shirt says, facing me quickly leaving his conversation with the other guy in a clean shirt. He rolls his eyes and looks the other way like he doesnt give a piss about me at all. “Best friend you say? Simon never told us about a bestfriend.”

He wondered what Gabrielle was doing with Manga of all people. A hand tapped him on the shoulder, Mike turned, it was G-boy. G-boy was his best friend. His real name is Blessing. They were two blessings in the Political Science department. Blessing-girl and Blessing-boy. Blessing-boy always bragged about his ability to locate women's G-spot in a jiffy. The people in his department changed his name from Blessing-boy to G-boy. "Why are you staring at them?" G-boy asked. "I love that girl, but she wouldn't give me a chance."

"A friend is someone who knows about you and loves you just the same." ~ Elbert Hubbard *** Raina Williams. "What the fudge are you going to do?" Grayson said in an irritated voice. "Why is he here? Did you call him? This is just great my BESTFRIEND FINALLY GETS OVER HER STUPID ASS FIRST LOVE THEN HE DECIDES TO POP OUT OF NO WHERE JUST GREAT." He yelled a little louder for my own liking so I immediately hit him on his left arm.

He said before continuing, " But... I have got a song I'll sing for her, it's titled, Best friends by Missy Elliot. " " Enjoy! " Without wasting for anyone's response, he got his guitar and began playing it for some minutes before his angelic voice rang out in the whole hall. " My best friend say She sick of me crying on the phone Tellin how the Men are dogging me My best friend say Don't tell her nothin bout me can you girl She ain't showing me no sympathy My best friend say If she was me she'd let you go a long time ago My best friend say My best friend say

Business complications could pull Alexander’s attention away from her and from their dangerous new dynamic. Twenty minutes later, Alexander returned with a tall, sharply dressed man in his mid-forties. Marcus Hale had salt-and-pepper hair like Alexander, but sharper features, calculating gray eyes, and an expensive tailored shirt that screamed power. He carried himself with the confidence of someone who always got what he wanted. “Marcus,” Alexander said, gesturing to the table. “This is my daughter Lily, and her best friend Mia Thompson. Ladies, Marcus Hale my longtime business partner.” Marcus’s eyes swept over the table, lingering a second too long on Mia before he offered a charming smil

I laugh more than I have in days. A guy ends up beside me during the third round. Tall, easy smile, the kind of confidence that assumes it will be welcomed. He introduces himself with a name I immediately half-forget and offers to buy the next drink. “I’ve got it,” I say. “Independent. I like that.” The compliment sits strangely. Killian would not have said it like a discovery. He would have already known. He leans an elbow on the bar. “You here for the weekend?” “Just two days.”

She had been into this guy for a while. "First customer and you're already drooling?" The old man’s voice snapped her back to reality. When did he appear again? "I'm sorry," she bowed. "Easy, uncle. She's my friend. She was just stunned to see me," Vincent said. They seemed close. "Alright," the old man said and left. "Thanks," Nica smiled. "He's a pain in the ass, isn't he?" Vincent chuckled. His laughter sounded like music to her ears.

“He is outside with the guys. They are probably having guy talk.” She rolled her eyes with hate. She wasn’t crying anymore but I could tell that she was still fuming. “Nicky gave me some great advice,” she finally said, taking a sip of her wine. “But you are my friend and I want you to tell me what I should do.” My heart skipped a beat and I nearly choked on my drink. She wanted me to give her relationship advice. It was like the moment had been served to me on a platter of gold. I could do it; I could stop my best friend from making the biggest mistake of her life.

Max waved at me when he saw me, a broad smile on his face. “Stace! Over here!” Max called out. He had been really glad after his scores came in and like that, we were back to being good friends. I smiled and made my way to their table, slipping into the seat next to Max. “Hey, Max. How’s it going?” “Pretty good,” he replied, leaning back in his chair. “Oh, this is Aubrey, by the way.” He motioned toward the redhead sitting beside him. “Aubrey, this is Stacy, my good friend. She worked magic on my brain once.”

“Cheers.” No sooner had we downed our classes did two guys show up. They split up, the taller one heading in my direction while the shorter one stopped in front of Beth. “Dominic, you need to stop.” She groaned, rolling her eyes in exasperation. “This conversation isn't happening.” My eyes bounced from Beth to the guy standing in front of me. “Beth, you know them?” “Yeah, this is Dominic. He and I used to work together and that's his friend, Adam.”