Novel & Cerita Best Friend Romance Novels

You could ask me if I’m in love with my brother’s best friend and I would tell you with a straight face absolutely fucking not. Kane Wilder is my brother Landon’s best friend, a.k.a a pain in my fucking ass. I met him for the first time when I was six.

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

Sarah's pov. In a cozy corner of the restaurant, I sat opposite my dear friend Julia, the soft glow of Amber light illuminating our faces. It had been nearly a month since we last saw each other, and we were catching up over coffee, sharing the details of our lives. Julia, with her mischievous charm, leaned forward and asked with a playful wink, "How's your married life going on, babe?" A blush crept onto my cheeks as I thought about my marriage. It was like living in a fairytale – everything was simply perfect. It was clear that Alex was starting to like me just as I liked him. And what I discovered this very morning would undoubtedly strengthen our bond even more.

“It wasn’t about you. I just… I saw something, and it messed me up.” I softened a little, sensing how shaken she was. “Okay… what did you see?” She hesitated, glancing at Spencer as if for backup. He gave her a small nod, encouraging her. “It was Scott,” she finally said, her voice breaking on his name. “He was flirting with Marissa—the blonde cheerleader with the fake laugh. He was touching her arm, smiling at her like—like he used to smile at me.” My eyes widened. “Wait. Scott? As in… Jordan’s best friend Scott?”

“If it’s not important, Daniella, don’t waste my time.” “No, it’s important,” Daniella insisted. “It’s about Ethan… and Maya.” Lily brows pulled together. “What about them?” Another pause. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed lately, but your brother and your best friend have gotten really close,” Daniella said slowly. “Like… not just friendship-close. More like relationship-close.” Lily sat up straighter. “What are you talking about?” “Oh, you didn’t know?” Daniella said, pretending to sound surprised. “I thought you did. I mean… how could they hide it so well from you of all people? But maybe that was the point. Maybe you were the stumbling block they didn’t want in the way.”

Roth smirked, “Nothing, just that she’s so into you. I don’t see you reciprocating any of that though.” Tristan looked at him with a hook in his eyebrow and lightly chuckled, “Eleanor and into me? No, duh, you are mistaken. We are just good friends. Plus Eleanor is not that kind of girl.” Roth raised an eyebrow at him, still smirking, “Roth Dimitri is never wrong when it comes to sexual desire,” And yet Roth Dimitri has no idea that his best friend has wet dreams about him, Tristan thought to himself as Roth continued to speak, “That girl is into you, mark my words.”

“Not even therapy can take away your mischievous nature.” Cressida pouted, sitting beside me. “Bae, you know I'm an author. I couldn't pass up the opportunity of doing a life confrontation scene.” “I didn't know that informing my girlfriend that she was part of a trouble was considered confrontation this day,” I replied with a raised brow. Cressida blushed, “I may have gone too far…but I wasn't lying. Having a best friend is like being in an open relationship, there a always new people joining in the name of being partners.”

Her brother, thankfully, was out with friends—some last-minute poker night. Good. She padded into the living room, heading straight for the bookshelf Adrian always hovered around. His collection was huge, but it was the bottom shelf she wanted—dark red spines, old bindings. Erotica, classic and poetic. She’d seen the way his eyes lingered on those books when he thought no one was watching. Her fingers brushed one of the worn covers: Venus in Furs. She smirked. Just as she was settling onto the couch with it—tucked into the far corner, legs curled beneath her—she heard a door open.

Ammi chuckles and Halima smiles, she's her second mother. After exchanging pleasantries, Ammi tells Halima about the improvements in Fatima's therapy and Halima feigns hurt. "Haba Ammi, gaskiya I'm angry at her. So she can't call her life long bestie and tell her. I'm so hurt!" Ammi chuckles, trust Halima to be dramatic. "Kunfi kusa {you're closer}." Halima pouts and after exchanging another set of pleasantries, Halima cuts the call to call her best friend. Immediately Fatima picks the call, Halima shouts.

"Hmm....I don't think she needs a male around her now. Could you get a female doctor for her?" "Alright, I understand." The doctor left and I bursted into fresh tears. "Oh! Kira, you don't need to cry again. Who did this to you? Tell me who that bastard is?" Emily asked. "Daniel. He did this." I finally answered. "Wait! The same Daniel or different one." She arched her brows. "My bestfriend, Daniel." I sniffed. I hate the fact that I still call him my bestfriend. He isn't anymore.