Best Friend Guy Novels & Stories

We are such a lucky pack to have them in charge. My best friend is Luke, he is the son of our Beta, George. He’s six foot one, has jet black hair and the most beautiful grey-blue eyes. The girls go crazy for him, but to me, he’s just Luke. Sure, we’ve fooled around occasionally since middle school, but it’s never gone further and has never been sober. Since he’s the Beta’s son that means he is the next Beta when Colin takes over as Alpha. He is also Colin’s best guy friend.

You could ask me if I’m in love with my brother’s best friend and I would tell you with a straight face absolutely fucking not. Kane Wilder is my brother Landon’s best friend, a.k.a a pain in my fucking ass. I met him for the first time when I was six.

Then he stepped back, running a hand over his face. I knew, even in my haze, what this meant for him. Dante’s best friend. The family’s most trusted enforcer. Touching the boss’s little sister in a club booth, making her scream his name, carrying her home like a secret lover. In our world, that was betrayal. A death sentence if anyone found out. The room went quiet except for my slow breathing. The alcohol and adrenaline had finally won. I slipped into deep sleep. The taste of him and the feel of his fingers still lingering on my skin.

He looked at me for a long time, the sadness in his face turning into a strange grin as he stepped forward and threw his large arms around my shoulders. "I can officially declare this year as the absolute worst year of my entire life," Marcus muttered, but I could tell he was still smiling. "Losing your girlfriend and your best friend within three months of each other, eh?" I joked. "Just pick my calls whenever I make them," he replied. I chuckled and wrapped my arms around his broad back. We had lost the girls we loved, and now it seemed that we were losing each other. I held on to my best friend, knowing that tomorrow I would be driving away from him, possibly forever.

Because who the hell was I to even claim him? I wasn't his girlfriend. Neither was I his wife. I didn't have any right to him. I was only his best friend who he fucks when he feels like. And for me? I was not only his best friend who loves how hard he fucks me and how good he always makes it feel. I also love… Don't speak further, Savannah. You'll ruin what's left of your friendship. God, this was so damn messed up.

I pointed out side glancing her, she looked at me and then at the road ahead of us. "Is there anything else you are hiding from me." I inquired. I know I may be overreacting but she's my best friend, I tell her all my secrets so I want her to do the same. I'm not that close with my guy friends, I don't trust them has much as I trust Maria. "I guess we not close." I added when she didn't reply. "No don't say that Jason... we very close, I just..." She trailed off. I don't want her to lie to me...

Guess it's just my luck. But that's what best friends do Dem make you mental Dem no say you dey special That's what best friends do Never hold you back Ready whenever haters attack. But that's what best friends do That's what best friends do That's what best friends do Hashtag blessings to have you ....... [ A/N: you can listen to the full song on YouTube, What best friend do by jeiel Damina. ] As I continued listening to the lyrics of the song, I started to relate it to the friendship between Stella and me, and then I realized that our friendship was a strong one.

Ashley pouts, her lips downturned but her eyes giving her away—disappointment and longing written all over her face. "Is the D really that good?" Chelsea asks, smirking over her coffee. "Better," Ashley says without hesitation, her tone so flat it's clear she's not exaggerating. I nearly choke on my donut. Fantastic. Now my appetite's gone. Nothing kills a sugar rush faster than hearing your best friend rate your brother's dick like it belongs on Yelp. Tuning them out before Ashley can scar me further, I slide my phone out of my pocket and open the group chat. My thumb hovers for a second, hesitation twisting in my gut like it always does when I feel like I'm bothering them while they're han

The cashier stammered, her eyes wide as she handed it back to me. I collected my card and the bag with the Audemars Piguet I’d bought for William. Storming out of the store, I forgot I had even come here with my dummy of a best friend. God, he could be so frustrating sometimes. "Wait up, Med!" he shouted, but I only quickened my stride. Before I reached the escalator, his annoying six-foot-three figure easily caught up. He nudged my shoulder, releasing an unsympathetic breath.

I didn't need all this crying, I needed to understand what was going on and why I couldn't leave right now. “Greetings My Alpha,” I heard from the door and even without seeing him yet, I knew who it was. “Jack, long time no see,” I said in response, at least one more level-headed person to sort out this situation. “Let the doctors check you first and we can catch up,” he joked, he was more than my right-hand man, he had become my best friend and the one who understood me the most. “Only if I can leave here fast enough,” I replied wanting to be discharged as soon as possible, I hated unfamiliar places.