Best Friend Unrequited Love Books Mga Nobela at Kwento

“ It's my pleasure, Mira. I'd never cease being grateful to the creator for giving me an Angel, who's super beautiful and unique. I love you more, Babe. ” “ Gold is good, diamonds are much more preferred but I'll choose you over and over again rather than them! ” “ Jose, you and you alone are my Best friend and definitely the only one I have and need! ” “ So is that a book title revealed? ” He chuckled at the realization. “ Yeah. My newest novel is titled, My Best Friend : He's the one I have. ” “ Oh wow. I bet it's all about me. ” “ You don't have to be so smug. ”

There was nothing I wanted more than to shut down her rambling and show her what I felt for her, except that I didn't want our first kiss to be forgotten in a drunken stupor or regretted due to a lapse in judgment. "I'm in love with my best friend, and I can't have him. There will always be a Felicity Holstein or a Cynthia Green, or some other girl whose name I can't think of right now, standing in my way. And I'll always just be Masyn Porter-one of the guys."

I shouldn't have ditched Cody. "So, how was Seattle without me?" he finally spoke, his bloodshot eyes finally looking at me. "I guess that dick of your best friend took my place quite well." I walked to the bed and sat next to him. His gaze immediately dropped to my cleavage. "You know no one can replace you," I said, cupping his cheek and leaning in to kiss him. "Tell me you missed me, baby." "What are you wearing, Meadows?" He ignored my attempt, his dark eyes still focused on my body.

he interrupted. “Stop following me Jax,” I commanded establishing my authority changing the conversation because at the end of the day he was just a massive fan of mine. “No, I want recommendations on books, preferably the slow burns with two people trying to fight their connection when they were soulmates from the moment they met but they were blind.” I know what he was doing. He was trying to describe our romance but ours was a tragedy, not a romance in my books anyway. I huffed annoyed and played his game, by saying “I would recommend Birthday Girl by Penelo-“

The world was a vast expanse of white, empty and void of anything. Anna drifted through this white world, haunted by the echoes of many voices: "Anna, you're just a pet in Davis family, favored by Grandpa and Mrs. Davis!" "An orphan like you, with unknown parents dreaming of marrying Gerald? keep dreaming!" "Even if you marry Gerald, what difference does it make? As long as I'm here, he'll never accept you!" ... "Anna, uncle Taylor and Auntie Rain are dead, Migi is missing. Are you happy now? You wanted to marry me, fine, stay in the Davis family forever to atone!"

"It’s what you should do after betraying me. After shattering our bond for a girl." "I didn’t do that," I state calmly. "You did. I could be with Brynn and still be friends with—" "Can you fucking hear yourself right now?" Asher shouts before I can finish. "What’d you do if you were in my shoes? How’d you feel, Felix? Tell me. How’d you react to your best friend stealing your girlfriend?" "I didn’t steal her. You broke up."

Looking back now, everything felt almost impossible to believe. There had once been a girl whose entire future had shattered before her eyes. Her mate had chosen someone else.... Her best friend. The two people she had trusted most had walked away together, leaving behind nothing but heartbreak and betrayal. At the time, I believed that was the end of my story. How wonderfully mistaken I had been because my mate chose my best friend. And then, his uncle claimed me. Not because fate demanded it. Not because duty required it. But because he had already spent lifetimes quietly loving me before I ever learned to love him back.

That characteristic somber look was back on Tristan’s face. Roth grabbed Tristan’s hand to pull him beside himself on the couch and looked into his eyes, “Tristan, you are my best friend, and I care about you more than anyone else. I just want you to be happy. Sorry, it was wrong of me to set you up with my friend without asking you.”

I gaped at him. “You read her books!” “Read! I love them so much!” “Really?” Liam smiled like he had struck gold. “What’s your favourite?” “All! But I enjoyed the Pink Hearts and Sunshine series more. Daren and Phoebe’s love story is my favourite, but Cain and Debra are my favourite characters. And also The Malcolm Ladies series. I’ve read just the first book and fell in love.” I ranted, and the way he stared at me, listening to my words with rapt attention, warmed my heart. It’s been too long since I’ve had a book buddy, and Liam was reminding me how nice it was to discuss a book with others who loved it also.

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 bothering them while they're han