Best Friends Ex Novels & Stories

😓😓😰😰😰😰 and I need you and you are not here. Bestie: you know what? It's fucken over. You are not my bestie anymore... Bestie: okay Precious I need you. Pleaseeee come back. I agreed to the date... but I have a suggestion.. 😋😚 Bestie: fuck you.... 😭😭 Bestie: I'm best friendless.. that's me😕😑 I laughed at all the shit she wrote then responded..

he pronounced solemnly. “Aw come on, buddy. You’re not kids anymore, you know. Things can change. So why don’t you let go of the past and start afresh with her?” “Whoa! Are you through? Is this my personal life we are talking about?” he snapped at his best friend. “Are you telling me to back out, pal? After the way you had raped my personal life before I accepted that I was in love? No way!” Jake replied chuckling delightfully, appearing pleased by the prospect that his friend was in a dilemma.

"Sorry...it's just,y'all been dating for like what 4 months in total and you guys have broken up like a million time ,I can't keep up." "Julie-" I paused trying not to bust into laughter by her vulgarity. "Sorry baby. Are you good?" She asked. "I don't know,it was really weird. We agreed on being friends." I said. "Woah... friends uhn?..." I rolled my eyes. "Don't start..." "You know,never in the history of 'just-friends' have ex's ever stayed 'just-friends' " "I just realized we're ex's now." I said after Julie's observation.

I purr, arching into her touch, fully aware that every grind, every kiss, every teasing little moan is just for him. Grayson Bennett—president of the Crimson Reapers, my best friend Alyssa's older brother, and the man I've been messing around with for the past nine months—doesn't exactly come with a label. Mostly because he's still technically married to the wife who ghosted him nearly a year ago. But I've been on the back of his bike. I've been to the clubhouse. And he sure as hell doesn't complain when I tag along—or climb into his bed.

I didn't need all this crying, I needed to understand what was going on and why I couldn't leave right now. “Greetings My Alpha,” I heard from the door and even without seeing him yet, I knew who it was. “Jack, long time no see,” I said in response, at least one more level-headed person to sort out this situation. “Let the doctors check you first and we can catch up,” he joked, he was more than my right-hand man, he had become my best friend and the one who understood me the most. “Only if I can leave here fast enough,” I replied wanting to be discharged as soon as possible, I hated unfamiliar places.

Dave stood up protectively and so did I. “Um, I’ll be there in a second.” I told Brad quickly. He didn’t turn to me, he just kept looking at Dave. “Brad, I’ll be with you in a while. Can you please excuse me now?” I said surprising myself by how stern I was. After a quick glance at me and without a word, Brad walked away. I turned to Dave. “Who’s he?” Dave asked. “He’s my best friend’s brother. We’re sort of family.” I added quickly.

Sally explained. I sighed. Star was my ex. We dated most of the year last year on and off. She cheated on me all the time and she messed with my head. She always tried to make me jealous and get me to fight other guys over her. She liked it. She was toxic af and it took me way too long to realize it. Tom, Sally and Leo finally talked some sense into me and I broke up with her in April and have avoided her since. That's why those three will always be my best friends. We are all ride or die for each other.

“I… I thought we were even. I thought you forgave me, Clara. I truly wanted you to be my friend.” “We are even NOW.” I said, “But, we aren't friends anymore, Elena. We are strangers.” "Our past is officially erased," I said, my voice carrying to the very back of the hall. "Happy wedding. You deserve each other." I turned and walked out, the sound of my heels clicking rhythmically against the marble, leaving the wreckage of their lives behind me. For the first time in three years, I could finally breathe.

Then a sarcastic chuckle broke out from his mouth “You have no right to order us around. who do you think that you are “Jeff spat out the words? “And who do you think that you are to force her to do an abortion” he adjusted the watch on his wrist, an aura of danger enveloping him “This is not your child, why don’t you go and make yours.” My stomach clenched to hear them argue over my head. This was the very thing that I’ve feared ever since I gave myself to Oliver. This two were best friends. They rarely fought. And now they were doing it because of me. Their angry voices cut through my head again.

I've never felt this betrayed, not even when Vera slept with Vito. “I know, and I wanted to tell you,” she pleaded, her eyes wide and desperate. “But he asked me not to. He’s my boss, Zoya. I couldn’t go against him.” “But I’m your best friend!” I shouted, the words echoing harshly in the confined space. “I’m your fucking best friend. You saw me crying last night, and yet you brought me here to waste my time.” I wiped my tears away harshly, the back of my hand stinging against my wet skin.