Best Friend Lover Novels & Stories

he said. I wanted to snort and just say, you … duh. No, he probably wouldn’t believe me. “My perfect partner is … my best friend. My lover, my confidant. He holds me and makes me feel safe and loved. He is patient with me, I know I can be difficult,” I admitted. “Difficult is the same as a brat,” he asked. It took every ounce of restraint not to bend down and get a handful of sand to throw in his face. Like he would let me get away with it. If I thought my brothers were quick with stuff like that, a vampire would stop me before I even got it in my hands.

This time, the kiss different then all the rest. It was beyond passion, it was needy, lustful, and oh so full of love. The love I felt for my best friend. "I love you Brie." "I love you Jay. Always have, always will."

Xander chuckled. “Exactly. I mean, you are the playboy. Why would I ever be interested in a playboy?” I smirked at him. Xander becomes silent at that. “Hey! I wasn’t mocking you.” I told him. “If I wasn’t a playboy, would that have made people like me better? Would you have liked me more?” Xander asked me as he looked me in the eye. “Xander, I am your best friend because of who you are as a person. I don’t care if you are a playboy or a nerd. I love you as you are.” I tell him. Xander nodded with a small smile. “I love you too.” He replied.

Red said, his voice filled with relief. "I'm glad you two sort it out. I'm happy for the both of you," Lance said, smiling at us and looking at our hands held together. "best friend to lovers, wow," Felix said, teasing us. "Who knew I'd fall in love with my best friend?" Max said, blushing. "That's the best kind of love," I said, looking at Max with a smile. "The kind that grows from a strong foundation of friendship." Max smiled back at me, and I knew that we were both thinking about all the years we had spent together as friends before realizing our true feelings for each other.

_ Looking For Love. Dear Looking For Love, You literally just said that your best friend’s boyfriend loves her! Why do you want to come in between them?! That is selfish as heck! I don’t care that you are seeking love, you can find it elsewhere. There are a billion people in the entire world, you can find your soulmate who is going to love you even better than your friend’s boyfriend loves her. And if you both have been close since forever the best thing you can do is not to hurt your best friend.

I burst out laughing. She grabbed my arm dramatically. “How did you meet him?!” I hesitated slightly, knowing exactly where this was going. “He’s… Silas’s best friend.” Ava froze. Her eyes widened slowly. Then she leaned back, dragging her hands down her face. “Girl…” I winced. “Don’t.” “Girl… so you spinning the block now??” Ben coughed loudly to hide a laugh. I groaned, covering my face. “It’s not like that.”

It just slipped out, and now her entire body was hot with shame. She opened her mouth to backtrack, but Calix said, "Yes, she is a friend of mine." Screw it. "Not a girlfriend?" He titled his head. "What is the difference?" "Well, a friend is . . . you know, a friend," she tried to explain, cutting up some gauze to hide the fact that her hands were shaking. "A girlfriend or a boyfriend is a lover." "Ah." Calix's frown cleared up. He chuckled. "A lot of our friends think that Thisbe and I are lovers, but we are not. We are just friends, and we care about each other a lot."

Sanchi was happy with the time I spent with her. "You were my lover, but never my best friend. She's both, my lover and best friend." I could behave like a lover with her and tease her like my best friend. We could get as much frank we wanted. We both were best friends. If our lover side fought, friendship would unite us back. With Isha, nothing was like this. Their was a limit I had to maintain. I couldn't complain to her, act like a stupid boy. I couldn't be free like I was with Sanchi.

"What does that even mean? Kaleb, do you actually believe that you've stolen me from Samson?" "Maybe?" Kaleb shrugged. "That's ridiculous." She bit the apple, laughing. "It's not. He's a man, too," Kaleb remarked. No, Kaleb was not into her. The sweet guy was naturally nice to everyone. That's what Sasha really believed. "He is, but not as psycho as someone I know… And by that, I mean you," she replied. "And not every relationship has to involve romance; some are just pure friendship." "Sure . . . If you say so." Kaleb said, rolling his eyes as he proceeded with the cooking.

“How do you feel about Ethan?” Trey asked. She stiffened. “What do you mean?” “Do you love him?” “He’s my best friend. Well, you are too. You’re both my best friends.” “We’re also your lovers.” “If I tell you I love him, will you break up with me?” Trey chuckled softly. “Sweetheart, you’re the one who is trying too hard. You can love him. It’s not like you can help it, and he’s a wonderful man. He treats you well. He’d do anything for you. You’ve been through a lot together.”