Best Friends Ex Novels & Stories

Sasha continued, desperate for something to say in order to fill up the silence, "I don’t think I've ever met anyone like her… she's the only one I can call a friend." "Ouch" Kaleb said, clutching his chest playfully, "You are saying you don't consider me a friend? Such a hurtful thing to say, doll face. You wound me!" Sasha punched him playfully, "Stop calling me, doll face. And you know what I meant. Besides, it's the truth. We have never been friends… Why do you suddenly care about that now?" He turned to face her fully, and Sasha held her breath. "Change is a part of life, is it not?" he asked, then continued without waiting for her to reply, "In fact, some people say it's constant. We w

Isla's eyebrows furrowed in feigned confusion, "Bestfriend King? Your bestfriend is a king? Of what kingdom?" Joan and Alistair laughed. "I'm so sorry, I said bestfriend, King" She stressed on the pause, "his name is King." "Aaaaah, I see." Isla pretended to blush in embarrassment, scratching her head, "It just sounded really like, well, you know and I thought...uhm... nevermind. It's just so really...embarrassing. I'm such a ..." "I'll leave you two now and...uhm see you later. You're getting discharged in three days, right? I'll make sure to come visit."

I smiled, thinking about Theo and he shook his head with a small smile. "After all this time, huh?" "I guess it's always been him." "I should totally meet this lucky guy. By the way, I'm glad that you are happy now." He gave me a genuine smile and I relaxed a bit. I was glad that he didn't turn out to be the crazy ex and understood me back in high school and even now. He left after finishing his coffee and we promised to see each other often. I guess you can be good friends with your ex if you weren't in love with them in the first place.

"So the obvious one would be his ex-girlfriend, Amalia Hadid. They were the most toxic couple I'd ever seen. I don't think they ever said one nice thing about one another, in private or in person. She cheated on him a few months before he died and they broke up because of that. It was a messy parting and he said a lot of dumb fucking shit about her when they finished. She was pissed and almost failed her exams because of it and the last thing I heard, her dad went around to Deshawn's house and told him to pack it in. He threatened Deshawn and at the time we thought it was the funniest fucking thing but I'm not sure anymore. Anyway, that's Amalia." Taron took his other hand and enclosed it ov

"We are friends, Sissy. Besides, even if there were anything past friendship feelings, it's not like I could do anything about it. He is Drew's best friend, remember?" She holds both hands up defensively. "Oh, no need to remind me. But, I will let you in on another little tip." She leans forward and pulls her sunglasses down, letting them teeter on the edge of her nose, and her hazel irises squint at me. "People don't normally look at their ex's best friend like that," she jabs her thumb back in his direction.

She had done that enough already. “Oh, you two seem to know each other,” Jake said, noticing the obvious tension in the air. I clenched my jaw and looked at him and then fixed my gaze on Kiara. “She was my ex-girlfriend.” “He was my ex-best friend.” I couldn’t help it, a humorless chuckle escaped my lips. Ex-best friend? Right. Kiara’s lips pursed as Jake tried to ease the crackling heaviness between us. “Oh, well, I will let you guys sort this out,” he said and bent down low to whisper something in her ear, kissing her temple. He offered me a smile before walking away and leaving the two of us alone in the middle of the crowded hall.

long—how the fuck did this ex-friend show up? “No, Janet was my ex-best friend in San Francisco. She’d been my best friend till college. A few months ago, I caught her fucking my first boyfriend, Mark. It’s one reason I left San Francisco. I hated her guts, despised her,” she said, her face tight with anger, eyes flashing.

It's been over two years, but it's not that easy to forget the betrayal of your ex-best friend and ex-boyfriend. Yes, those two people are her exes. Annabelle is her ex-best friend, and Noah is her ex-boyfriend.

“These information are a whole lot” Gregory Richards' downfall will be my greatest pleasure. I dialled my ex-wives number to inform her about who her husband really was. It will be a great surprise to her. “Hello,” she answered. “You know better not call me because I'm well married,” she spat on the phone. “Yea I know. And that's so sad because you left a bad man; the devil you know to marry the worst; the angel you don't know. Did you know the reason why Gregory disappeared in college?” I asked.

I can feel his gaze on me, but I don’t look in his direction. Instead, I angle my body toward Margo. “I wish I were kidding, but I’m not. The thing about it is I learned I really didn’t love him. Not like I thought I did. I did love her though, so that part hurt.” Margo nods in understanding. She folds her arms across her chest and listens to me intently. “I get that. A best friend breakup can be harder than a boyfriend one.” “Exactly.” “So, if your ex was terrible—and so was your friend—why do you seem so nervous about kissing Cal?”