Best Friend Letters Novels & Stories

“Why wouldn’t it be?” He chuckles, running a hand over his mouth. I hate it, but he’s known me almost my entire life. Beck can read me like a damn book, no matter how much I hate it. We’ve had the same friend group since we were in school, but he and I have always been the closest. He’s my best friend. Which is great occasionally, but times like right now, it’s rather inconvenient. “Because you basically just told someone who spends a lot of money on art to fuck right off.”

My voice came out shaky and breathless as emotions surged through me. I remembered how I felt when I read the letters back then, I remembered how torn apart I had been when I thought he was the one behind the posters. "We've been friends since we were kids, Keisha! How could you not have a little faith in me and just jump to conclusions that I wrote that letter to you?" He asked, hurt and anger seeping through his voice. His words hit me like a splash of cold water. He was right. He was my best friend and apart from his mother, I was the next person that knew him just like I knew every word in the pages of my favourite science textbook.

“I mean, I'm not just talking about the whole ‘I have feelings for you’ thing. You've shut me out of your life. I barely know what's going on with you or if you're okay. Just be straight with me, do you still want to be friends or not?” “Yes,” I replied almost immediately. “And as for shutting you out, I didn't mean to do that. It's just…there has been so much going on with me and I had to deal with it.” “Brittney, I get that you've been alone for the past 5 years and you've had to deal with everything yourself…” how words tapered off with a smile as she recalled a distant memory. “Even back then, when we were best friends, you always liked the lone wolf thing, but you're not alone anymore.”

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.

Use a tissue or a cloth or whatever just don't spoil my letter. So bestie, I love you. I love you so much. I never believed in meeting someone and instantly connecting with them on the spot but it happened so naturally with you. I just loved being around you. You made me feel better... And I never told you this, but you were like the sister I never had..

For the first time in his life,he cried for his best friend Few weeks after they met at the market, he called her and they meet up at a nice restaurant. There, he told her his feelings,he expressed how much he loved her but Zuwairah turned him down. She told him she preferred them being friends,he felt bad but has no choice but to oblige. If that's what will make her happy then he's ready to do anything for her and that was how they became best of friends. They don't even hide anything from each other Yusuf couldn't handle it as he leave his colleagues to take care of the rest "he needs to do something for his friend,he can't just loose her just like that" he thought walking out

“Apparently, I really don't have any date. You know I really don't trust any Alpha if the person is not you my one and only bestfriend. Actually it's all for you Alex. You know I miss your birthday last time, so I think about giving you surprise.” "Do you like it?" Ash asked with big puppy eyes. Alex opens the card that came with the flowers, and happily smiles back at his Ash. 'His bestfriend is really death for him.'

“Chivalry’s dead—and you know that’s not my name.” “Your crusty lips aren’t chivalry. Use my name, and I’ll use yours.” I smile—that’s my girl. Brandi laughs, handing him a plate. “Crusty? Women write sonnets about these lips. Right, Pineapples?” “I’ve heard a few,” she agrees, earning scowls from Gianna and me. “You’re supposed to be *my* best friend, B.” *And my woman,* I want to add but can’t.

We had sent our letters back, waited for our replies but the wait was boring and I didn't care if she wrote back or not, yes it had gone by quite fast to say school usually drags and I can't wait to get home. My best friend Caden still lectured me about how mean my letter was. My mom always told me to be nice to girls, well to everyone really but what if this Maisie girl was just playing as a girl and in actual fact, she wasn't? When I wrote the letter, Caden was watching me the whole time, and I couldn't help the smile on my face as I wrote it. His words echoed through my head and a part of me wanted to be nice and respond the way I should have done but I didn't. "Your letter was so mean, b

Forgive my manners, my name is Audrey O'Connor, and I am a freshman in UCLA—we all are—me, Lislie, Liam, and two other of my female friends that you will get to meet soon. Liam had been my best friend since middle school, and we had remained buddies from then until now. Our families became closer as a result of our friendship, and people usually referred to us as siblings. My dad and his dad worked in the same company, but it was our friendship that brought them closer. Same with my mum. We usually took turns having dinner at each other's houses or went out for treats. They let us sleep over at each other's houses, go to school together, shopping, church; we did virtually everything together