Novel & Cerita Best Friends Shouldn't Know How You Taste

I often wondered why Zack and I became friends. That thought would lead me to wonder how we stayed friends for so long. Sure we were similar, but we were also very very different. Zack was naturally charming and well-liked, he was a huge fan of tomatoes and pickles on the other hand I was an awkward, unfriendly people-hating tomato avoiding, pickle despising person. It didn't take someone with two brain cells to see how different we are yet we've been friends since the very beginning of time. I'm convinced we were friends in a past life as well.

And then he had dumped his everyday black converse for a white one, all that because he was coming over to her house later that day. He had felt deflated when she had been too angry to notice the effort he made. But she had noticed when they finally left the bed to make dinner and she complimented him. It had practically made his day including the quick admiring looks she stole at him when she thought he wasn’t looking till he entered the train. His effort had been worth it. He chuckled inwardly. As much as he liked the new feelings and behaviours, he feared it. He knew what they meant. It wasn’t unusual, it happened a lot in bestfriend relationships. He was falling for her, he was falling f

" I grumbled while passing the champagne flute to my twin brothers, Aaron and Ivan. "Hope." Ivan grinned in answer to me and tried the champagne. "No sparkling wine can compete with champagne." Devouring the taste of the fine beverage, he was relaxed. "What's the new taste?" Aaron said, lost in thought and I noticed that he was looking at Chase. "What do you think of Whitfield?" I asked, tasting some delicious champagne. Ummm!!!! It tasted heaven. Ivan was correct. Nothing tastes better than champagne. "They are pretenders." Roy interrupted.

He sighed. "How the hell am I going to tell Hannah about this? She's going to hate me. Fuvk! I knew I shouldn't have gone to that fuckin bar!" "You can't tell her, she's not going to understand." He said, his eyes pleading. "I have to, she's my best friend. I can't look her in the eyes everyday and lie to her, I won't be able to." I shook my head. "I know and I understand but I can't let her know about the stupid mistake I made."

I pushed lightly against him, but he didn’t budge—not even an inch. “M-Mr. Hale… don’t do this.” I doubted he even heard me. “I’ve been wondering,” he murmured, “what flavor is on your lips now, Leah.” My brows knit. “Flavor?” “Yes. When I kissed you earlier, you tasted sweet—like strawberries.” His gaze dropped to my mouth, darkening. “I’m wondering if it’s still the same.” Without realizing it, I wet my lips. “I… I’m not sure.”

Was I that starved that I have no sense of when to stop anymore? This is not how I planned my kind of marriage, I know it was not of love from the beginning but of duty but I so much love Pharrell. I can’t hurt him this way. How do I get rid of this obsession with his childhood friend Kay? * “These are for you!” I passed the candies to Trisha. “OMG! You always know what I like.” “Why won’t I? I’m your best friend." I boasted with a smile. “You don’t have to remind me.”

Avery's POV “What rubbish did she put together, is it even going to be edible? Looks pretty but will it taste decent at least?” The whispers continued, all the chefs were critiquing my work, I hadn't even served it for tasting but everyone had an opinion about it, some liked it, some didn't, it scented really nice and looked nice too but the taste was what would determine if I got the job or not.

My smile fades as I remember Kennedy’s eating disorder, the reason she knows about asparagus. Taylor glances from Kennedy to me, judging the truth. “Seriously? I don’t think it tasted good enough to tolerate that smell again.” Her face still scrunches with distaste. I offer an ice cold Bud Light to Taylor. “Enough of your urine talk.” I motion to her corner of the sofa. “You have a story to finish.” I hope my smile conveys my love and support as I prod her to spill her dark memories. Taylor plops onto the sofa, secures the throw pillow in her lap, then huffs. “If you promise to never serve me those green stocks of stink...”

“Honey toast. Why do you only want honey toast? I don’t remember you ever wanting that before.” Should I tell him? I’m sure he already knows Tommy is my mate, but he doesn’t know I know. All I have is a name. I still have no idea what my mate looks like, but I’m positive he is cute and adorable. Out of the corner of my eye, I glance over towards my friend. Well, he is my best friend. I guess I shouldn’t hide it from him. Plus, I know he isn’t allowed to tell me anything about Tommy, nor is anyone else in the pack.

“Oh, don’t be shy. It’s normal. I mean, I die for that every night—but Harvey’s not just into that.” “Um, I think you misunderstood—” “I did, and I’m sorry. Harvey and you are simply friends because, trust me, bad boys don’t share. It was silly of me to think otherwise, but that was because I thought you were with Ray, like the news says.” “News?” “Oh yeah, you’re trending, girl. But that’s not important. Now, come on—have breakfast, change so you can show me around. I’ll go cancel Chloe.” She stood up and I nodded, confused but glad she didn't want to kill me anymore.