Best Friends Novels & Stories

I said and he giggled with Caroline. "You both can't be buddies," Zita said to Rylan and Caroline. "Hell yes. I'm friends with beautiful witches," Rylan said and he giggled again with Caroline. "We're BBF." Zita furrowed her brows."What's that?" "Best buddies forever," Rylan and Caroline said and gave each other a high-five. "Okay then. I'll stay for a while," Zita said. "Good, we can be a trio then," Rylan said and gave Zita a high-five.

RING. His phone suddenly vibrated. “What?” he snapped. [“Ohhh—chill”] his friend laughed from the other end. [“Your temper’s flaring again.”] “What do you want?” Loud music and voices echoed through the phone. He was at the club again. Of course. [“Come over to the Eclipse Club. Boss Lee brought in a lot of new pretty girls tonight.”] Matthew exhaled sharply. A full week trapped inside the mansion. A week of confinement and frustration “Fine.”

I remember when Sharon would tell me she would go over to his place when Tony was working and staying at his condo downtown. “Yeah, and they played it off like it was no big deal,” “Well to them, it is no big deal,” I stated. I traced my fingers down his chest, dragging back and forth over his stomach. “But he’s my best friend,” Tony exhaled looking up to the ceiling. “And I’m your mom’s best friend. So where does that leave us?” “In a fucked up situation,” I nodded my head in agreement. “I was just thinking what your mother would say about us being together,” I raised my eyebrows and shook my head slowly.

"Don't argue with her. You know how she gets." I did know. Sloane had been my best friend since seventh grade, when I'd shown up to middle school with secondhand shoes and a packed lunch that was just bread. She'd never made me feel bad about it. She'd just started bringing extra food, extra clothes, extra everything, like it was completely normal for the richest girl in school to share with the poorest. I hated it sometimes. The charity. The way everyone looked at me like Sloane's little pet project. But she was also the only reason I'd survived this long.

“But a few days ago, I watched a movie about family, friendship, and love. In the film, there was a deep friendship between a man and a woman. As the man lay dying, his friend gently stroked his face, kissed his forehead, and told him ‘I love you’ while crying. His friend’s husband was also there, holding the man’s hand without any jealousy, not feeling that such words or intimate gestures were inappropriate. “After the movie ended, I suddenly thought of many things and felt enlightened. Friends aren’t as simple as I thought. There are many types of friends: acquaintances, ordinary friends, close friends, and best friends.” “I don’t know what level you and Seb

I can’t hurt my best friend because of my stupid feelings. “No,” I said to Andre. “Let’s be honest to our partners instead. No more lies, no more kisses, we can’t be alone for too long anymore because it’s obvious we can’t keep our hands off each other. Let today be the last time we ever get to be alone together.” My voice turned pleading, I hoped he understood, “For our friends’ sakes?” A muscle ticked in his jaw. I thought he was going to argue but he nodded reluctantly and I released a sigh of relief. “For our friends’ sakes.”

"Isn't my brother great?" "Sure, he is great! And he is also my bestfriend. But now I was talking about another bestfriend," he says. "But a person can have only one bestfriend," Hazel says. "Yeah??" He raises an eyebrow. "Who said that? A person can have many bestfriends." "No, even if a person have many close friends, there will be one person whom they like the most. That's the bestfriend!" She argues. "Oh..okay," he nods, agreeing. "Then your brother is my bestfriend."

I was exhausted. It's too slow. "Uhm, best friend? Friends with benefits like that?" what? I don't really have a girl best friend? And even more so, I don't have any close female friends, they're really just like friends because if I do have female friends, they're definitely friends with benefits.

His jaw was tight, but he didn’t grab the phone from me. “You were my friend,” I said. “And you were his wife. Friendship died in that bedroom the same day your marriage did.” “If you post that photo, you are not hurting Adrian. You are helping Damien keep me tied to a man who will not sign.” “Maybe I want you tied. Maybe I like watching you scramble and suffer.” My free hand curled into a fist. “What kind of human are you?? What did he promise you this time?” “I don’t think that is your business anymore.”

“No, honey. This is Sloane. His best friend. I told you they were coming.” Julian raises one skeptical brow. “Best friend? Is that the woke word for girlfriend?” “No, silly,” she chides. “Friends with benefits then?” “NO!” Finn and I both shout at the same time. Julian looks between us like he’s trying to solve a conspiracy theory. Then turns to his wife. “Men and women can be best friends?”