Best Friend Novels & Stories

While fucking Aaron on the side. My best friend! The girl I spent my childhood with. My other half, my sister. I trusted her like my flesh and blood and she didn't think twice about hurting me. With the boy I loved! I trusted her and told her everything. We never kept secrets from each other. We never lied to each other! I never cheated on her with her boyfriends!

And so she said, “Zeth, people have various definitions about a friend and it all based on their experiences. To me, friends rather ‘True Friends’ are those people you wholeheartedly care. Never leave you behind whatever may happen. Up or down they are the people who will forever be your helping and supporting hand till you grow old. Friends are your companions to life.”

"A friend is someone who knows about you and loves you just the same." ~ Elbert Hubbard *** Raina Williams. "What the fudge are you going to do?" Grayson said in an irritated voice. "Why is he here? Did you call him? This is just great my BESTFRIEND FINALLY GETS OVER HER STUPID ASS FIRST LOVE THEN HE DECIDES TO POP OUT OF NO WHERE JUST GREAT." He yelled a little louder for my own liking so I immediately hit him on his left arm.

My name is Tricia, and if you ask anyone who knows me, they'll probably say I'm the "good friend" type. The one who always shows up with snacks for movie nights, remembers birthdays, and never causes drama. Loyal to a fault. Especially to Sarah, my best friend. Sarah and I have been unbreakable since freshman year of college. We met in the dorm laundry room when she accidentally stole my favourite hoodie and then spent twenty minutes apologizing while I laughed so hard I almost peed my panties.

Before James can respond, Sarah Thompson, Emily's loyal and vibrant best friend, breezes into the room, her energy contagious. “What’s up, peeps!” A small smile played on Emily’s lips as Sarah greeted Aunt Margaret and James with warmth and unrivalled gusto. Sarah had been Emily's best friend since their college days. Fiercely loyal and supportive, she stood by Emily through thick and thin, offering emotional anchor, a listening ear, sage advice, and unwavering support.

When I got home, Tristan was in the kitchen cooking. He looked up when I walked in and smiled. “You’re back? How was the trip?” “It went well.” I changed my shoes, set my suitcase aside, and walked over to him, glancing into the pot. It was my favorite pork ribs. “What’s the occasion?” I asked with a smile. “I missed you.” He turned and kissed my forehead. The second his lips touched my skin, my stomach lurched. The same hands that had killed my best friend were cooking for me.

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.

“Right. Our friendship will never end.” I smiled, returning my gaze to the sky. “But wait… don’t you have other friends as well?” “We’re not very close,” he replied. “You’re the only one I feel comfortable to share everything with. To put it simply, you’re like my best friend.” “Oh…” Warmth enveloped my heart. My smile widened. “Reminds me of Bonnie. She might be tough and crazy sometimes, but she’s the sweetest person I’ve ever met. She helped me overcome most of my challenges. Without her encouragement, I might not be here today.”

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

R A Y M O N D I'm not sure what was going on, but when my people looked her up, there was no mention of a boyfriend. So, why was this guy—who, according to my people, was supposed to be her best friend—holding her waist like he was her boyfriend?