Best Friend Letters Novels & Stories

But just in case that something has happened to me, I’m writing this letter to say the words that I couldn’t say to you in person. For the past nine years, I’ve never tried to stop contacting you. Even when all the emails that I’d sent to you were returned to me, I’ve never stopped trying. You are my best friend. The closest thing that I had to a sister. Or is it just me who feels this way? Am I the one who has remained trapped in the past whilst you’ve already moved on? I have no idea. But it’s all over now.

I was hella confused. "Is everything okay?" I asked. He nodded. "Everything is perfect" he said chuckling. I nodded. "Oh here's a letter for you" I said and gave the letter to him. "There's actually two letters inside. One is from me and the other is from my bestfriend. She really likes you alot" I told him. He smiled and nodded. "Really? Where is she?" he asked "She's back home. Like really far away" I told him. He nodded.

Their souls were bound, meant for each other. Despite their flaws and the obstacles they had faced, they overcame everything and remained inseparable. MY BROTHER’S BEST FRIEND. * * * THE END. Thanks for reading! Please check out my other books; you're going to love them. Much love, dear readers!

My chest felt tight—like something heavy had just been placed on it. Trying to compose myself, I turned my attention back to the sheet of paper I was holding. My eyes landed again on the handwritten title. *** The Truth, If you’ve received this letter, Aliya, it means I couldn’t pretend any longer. First, I’ll tell you this—what you’re about to read, you probably won’t like. But it is what it is. So keep going. Oh, and by the way, this is from me—your best friend—Brooke De Luca.

I sat down carefully, a flurry of Sarah's handwriting staring back into my face. > *Hey Bestie—no, we're not besties anymore. And when you are reading this, I should've gotten out of the country by then Or maybe not, but I hope this letter finds you when I'm gone, to another country entirely where I won't hurt because of how bad I treated you, and you won't hurt looking at what I had done to you.

I tell her as little as possible about why I’m back, only that the situation required hands that the board would trust. It’s easy in the way things are easy when both people have already finished the harder version of the story. At the end of it she adjusts the strap of her bag and looks at me directly. “So we’re friends?” I consider the word. Friends feels accurate enough for what remains. Anything more would be dishonest. Anything less would be unnecessarily cold. “Friends,” I say. She nods once, satisfied, and heads in the opposite direction down the hall.

Kira's pov I cleaned my hands with a napkin and ran to my phone that had been ringing for some seconds now. I smiled as I saw Daniel on the screen. My best friend. He's just the only friend I have since college. I clicked the green button and placed the phone on my left ear. "Dani, what's up?" I beamed with a smile. "The sky is up." He replied sharply. Oh oh! I ain't expecting that. "Anyways, what's this early morning call all about?" I asked him while I walked away from the kitchen to the sitting room.

She murmured merrily. Miss Admirer: Am I your favourite person? She messaged him. My Hottie Biker: Undoubtedly you're my favourite person as I enjoy conversing with you. You're unique in comparison to others. You don't approach me because I'm famous, and I'm having a good time talking to you. She read his message with a smile of contentment, and tears of joy brimmed in her eyes. Miss Admirer: Thank you! My Hottie Biker: No, thank you for texting me.

"Truth is, Neal, I miss you, but as a friend. Just a friend. I need friends in times like this, not someone looking to take me to bed or go anywhere romantically. I don't want you to misinterpret what I'm saying." "I understand," Neal said. "I know it's time for me to move on from you, Becca. That's something I will do. If you miss me as a friend, then I want to be a friend. Just a friend. You have James, and your family. It would be wrong of me to try and get in the way of that." "Thank you," I said, my voice dripping with genuine happiness at that. "Get some rest. I can hear the sadness and relief in your tone. I think you're out of it like I am right now. Aren't you?"

Not when her eyes fell on the last words of the letter. “I don’t think you’ll be happy when you actually meet me. But, I think it's okay. You will always be my best friend. Even if you hate me one day, when you find out who I am. Come back safe, I'll be waiting. See you soon, my penpal friend.” God, she was much stupider than she thought.