Best Friend Love Story Books นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Sure about that? You look like–” “Shut it! We're late for prom!” I blurt out, glaring daggers at him. The atmosphere feels tight with tension, and every breath I take makes me feel like I'm suffocating despite being in such a big room. I bite hard on my lips, trying to ignore the pooling feeling of anxiety growing within me. Everything about my fantasy is so wrong. Xander's my best friend, and he even has a girlfriend–well, an almost girlfriend. We even made a promise to never see each other romantically, but since I discovered my addiction to erotic books, I've found myself blurring the lines between platonic and romantic friendship.

“Yeah.” What was I even thinking? Of course he didn’t mean it like that. He couldn’t. He loves me because I’m his best friend who makes him laugh. That’s all. That’s what best friends do. They say I love you after drunken nights, or after big arguments, or when they’re being sentimental. That’s all this was. Just best friend love. Just like all the times I’d told him I loved him in the past. That’s what I kept telling myself. Over and over.

book in class. I had really wanted to know him. He’d been a douche at first, but eventually, we became best friends, even though my parents didn’t like him because he was a dirtbiker. "Heads up, Cinnamon." He tossed me a helmet, and I caught it easily. "When would you settle for one nickname?" I rolled my eyes. He put on his helmet and got on the bike. I climbed on behind him, handed him the bag with William’s gift, then wrapped my arms snugly around his waist.

Alexander Cromwell, Alexis’s elder brother, the boy i once had an intense crush on as a teenager and even now, still my first love. Our families had been friends since our grandfathers’ high school days, then our fathers’ and now ours. We used to be called the ‘Four A’s' when we were younger, since all our names started with an A, even though none of us were actually twins. Alexander was my brother’s best friend, they’d been close since they were babies, practically like brothers themselves. My friendship with Alexis came as naturally as breathing, we were probably destined to be friends even before we were born.

Then a shower where I returned the favor, sinking to my knees and taking him in my mouth until his knees buckled and he gripped the tile wall for support. In the afternoon, we ordered pizza and ate it naked, cross-legged on his bed like it was the most normal thing in the world. He showed me pictures of his dog growing up, a golden retriever named Sunny who had apparently been his best friend through high school. I told him about my grandmother who taught me how to bake and cried when I left for college. There was no sex in those moments. Just actual conversations. By Sunday evening, I was curled into his side with his arm was wrapped around me.

For a year and a half, I had lived a carefree life of indulgence, but the long-forgotten dream returned to haunt me once more. In the dream, Gabriela and I were still two orphaned girls, drifting from place to place due to the chaos of war until we finally found ourselves in Lotusvale. Gabriela and I had grown up together, not bound by blood but closer than family. I had led her on this harrowing escape until we both collapsed at the entrance of a village.

“Father’s been out of his mind searching for you. And now this…arrangement is hanging by a thread.” “I couldn’t marry someone I don’t know, Sarge. Would you?” Sarge sighed, running a hand through his hair. “No, I wouldn’t. But it’s complicated.” “I know. That’s why I need your help,” I said, my voice steady. “I need the Book of the Moon.” Sarge’s eyes widened. “The Book of the Moon? Are you crazy? Do you even know what you’re asking for?” “I do. It’s the only way I can help my friends.”

SMITH Loving your best friend has always been one of the most popular and romantic tropes in books and movies. I recall sitting in front of televisions and going 'awwn' as they finally realized their feelings for each other in the last scenes of the movie or the last pages of the book. No matter how much agony and pain they go through, it all gets sorted out in the end, and they admit their feelings for each other. It was fiction, but it was nice watching them. Until it became my reality, and I had to realize how different reality was. It sucked.

Dean patted my head and smiled. "Hailey!" Lia stopped in front of me. When I saw her, tears fell down from my eyes. "Shoot!" Lia said as she pulled me into a hug. "You're in 2B right?" Dean asked. "Yes, I'm Lia. Hailey's bestfriend." She said as she patted my back. "Dean." He said.

“You’re awfully nosy for someone who’s also dating her brother’s best friend .” “Touché.” She folded her arms, leaning on the counter. “So? Spill. What happened? Did he finally stop acting like an emotionally constipated idiot?” I bit my lip, trying not to smile too hard. “He asked me to be his girlfriend.” Liv gasped so loudly she almost dropped her spoon. “What?! Oh my God—FINALLY!” Her excitement made me laugh. She grabbed my hands, practically bouncing on her toes. “Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for you guys to get over yourselves and just admit it?”