Novel & Cerita Best Friend With My Ex

But that doesn't mean I like it. I don't want Mari to be an ex. I want her to be my current. My forever. She's been my best friend for over ten years, and I miss her desperately. I miss her smile. I miss her conversation. I miss watching her dance parties while she's cooking. I miss the way her body fits next to mine when she's the little spoon. I miss her with a desperation I can't even fully explain.

I burst into tears… “It's okay Denise..I got you now. Nobody is going to hurt you now…” Gregory assured me. This aroused the betrayal that happened between us seven years ago. How do I believe him? Someone who left me without a word. Someone who couldn't fight… “I don't believe you.. I promise to repay you every dime you paid to the hospital. I don't want to have anything to do with you especially”. Gregory shakes his head sideways as I said I would have nothing to do with him. Was he expecting the dot to connect after year of abandonment and emotional torture?

Loving my boyfriend's best friend wasn't the worst feeling ever in my life. Instead, it was the best thing ever to happen to me. Fate had its way of doing things. Like Shawn and I. We were soul mates. We had to be together for a short time so that Harry and I can realize how we both felt. Though, being with Shawn wasn't what I wanted. I knew deep down that my heart longed for someone else and I kept on pushing that feeling away by ruining someone else's, Shawn. It was all my fault but people make mistakes and make amends. I hope Shawn would be able to get over this. Speaking of which, Shawn was released from prison but we haven't met to till now. I don't know if I'll be able to face him. The

I whispered. He said nothing. But he held me tighter. I pulled back, just enough to look at him. My eyes traveled up his chest to his mouth...firm, unsmiling, and then to his eyes again. That cool grey still held its edge, but something in them had softened. Just enough to let the truth through. “My bestfriend kissed my ex,” I said finally. "It looked staged, like they'd done it to hurt me." Something flickered in his eyes. “And now she’s telling people I was abusive. Going live. Making up stories. Everyone believes her.”

Our nine-year friendship has been smooth-sailing since we met on our first year of college. There is a secret though that I've been keeping. I don't know when it happened and how, but I just feel it—I like my bestfriend a lot, much more than a bro normally would. Ever since our Bio days, he has been helping me with my academic and extracurricular work. I am a good student but he pushes me to become better. It's not like we're competing with each other. No, not like that. Instead, he motivates me to do the best that I can, because he also does the same. This is why when we're together, we're unstoppable. Our tandem wins almost all inter-university quiz bees that our professors sends us to joi

I stared at the screen not paying it much attention. Instead, my mind was hyper-focused on what had just happened. Was I reading into this too much? Probably. Zack was a very loyal guy so it was probably just a friendly peck on the head. Yeah, that's what it was, a friendly kiss on the head given to me by my best and only friend. My best friend, damn my life. You can say that again.

Why do I have to deal with someone else when I have my ex best friend to deal with and my ex husband. I wasn’t safe here anymore.

The knob clicked shut behind her as she headed back to her own apartment. Sara turned to me, eyebrows puckered. “Who was that again? Didn’t you tell her you already have a best friend?” “Oh! I made sure of that.” We both chuckled lightly, and for one single moment, I felt lighter. The knots in my chest loosened their grip, just a little.

He smelled like the gym and anger. "Tomorrow is the fitting," Marcus started. He tapped his pen on the desk. Tap. Tap. Tap. "The world thinks you two are siblings now. The 'Pure Angel' and the 'Reformed Son.' That is the story. If anyone asks about the past, what do you say?" "We say we were kids," I said. My voice was flat. "We say it was a summer crush that turned into a friendship." "Wrong," Marcus snapped. "You don't use the word 'crush.' You don't use the word 'summer.' You say, 'We’ve always felt like family.' You say, 'Roman has been a rock for me during my rise to fame.'"

you promised to divorce Jeff and be mine? My head lowered. I fiddled with my hands. It still scared the hell out of me what Jeff will do once he learns that I slept with his best friend, not once but twice and still I wanted him so badly like my life depended on it. I swallowed hard, hiding the blush on my face “I need time …..You won’t understand!” “No…. you’re right. I don’t understand because all I could think of is you all day and night. I have needs, strong ones and only you can satisfy them. Up to how long are you planning on keeping me craving for you?”