Best Friends Without Benefits Novels & Stories

“It’s fine Rose. I understand why you had to ask that question. Of course we are just friends and I’m aware of your current engagement. But it’s not a taboo for a man and a woman to be friends without it leading to more.” Wayne was wondering how he was able to come up with this bullshit when his ultimate goal was being more than friends with her. Friends with benefits seemed like the perfect term to use. By the time he was done with Rose, she was going to forget all about her missing fiancé. But for now, he would say the words she needed to hear so she would let her guard down and come closer. “Thank you Wayne. This conversation really made things clearer for me.” This was what she had wante

I want to scream but keep my voice low while lashing out at that poor guy. He definitely looks clueless. "Relax!" he's taken aback for a second. "So, you too are not like—" "Definitely not like siblings!" I say in utter disgust. "Oh? Then best friends?" "Kind of", I feel a small smile on my face when I think about the past. "But different and more than that now" "Wow! Like dating?" he winks. "No" "I'm confused", his eyes slightly enlarge. "I think I got it. Friends with benefits!"

He pulled out an envelope and pushed it across the table. “I've updated the agreement and its terms.” I picked up the envelope in confusion, pulled out the agreement, and began to read. “W-what? I don't understand. What is this?” “An offer to you, from me. As friends with benefits.” I dropped it quickly, my skin prickling in pain. “You want us to be friends with benefits? Sex but no strings attached?” “Yes. Also, I increased the amount I'd pay monthly for this. That way, it's fair.”

There's a hop in my steps,in spite of the hollow in my heart. Dhruv. Dhruv. Dhruv. "Oh shut up",I snap at free air, irritated. Maybe I should just hook up with a random guy. Yes. That's it. Maybe I should try the Friends with Benefits kind of thing. Don't be absurd, Sandy. When did Friends with benefits workout,for anyone? It doesn't even workout in movies. I glare at the file I'm reading,not absorbing a word.

I cried. “I know you want this too. You’re just pretending, you love me” he growled. “Liam, please. This isn’t right. You’re supposed to be my best friend,” I pleaded. “We can still be friends. Friends with benefits,” he sneered. “You can’t tell me you weren’t expecting this too. You want me, I can see it.” “This is not a new thing, friends do it all the time. Stop making it a big deal.” “Don’t starve me of your banging body,”

I remained friends with her until then. "It's all right. Sara, you are a special buddy of mine with extra perks, so you don't need to worry about my lover." When I talked about my imaginary partner, I tried not to chuckle. "What? friend with benefits?" She gave me a perplexed expression. "Yes, we do become friends with benefits when we pursue friendships to receive certain kinds of benefits." "Oh, that implies that our friendship is confined to sating each other's appetites for physical comfort." She raised an eyebrow at me.

“I don’t know…” He leans into me, quickly closing that canyon between us. He bumps his shoulder against mine and just like that, we are connected again. My insecurities vanish. Of course, we’re friends. The Hayes brothers are just allergic to voicing their true feelings out loud. Or any feelings, for that matter. Because he’s Beau, he flashes me a sharp-edged smirk. “I wouldn’t mind being friends with benefits.” “Yeah,” I say. I’ve been thinking about that too. I wouldn’t be in danger of losing my heart with Beau. He’s so upfront with his sex-only attachments that if I were to catch feelings for him, I would only have myself to blame.

“Family doesn’t usually stare at each other the way you two have been. I’m not blind, you know. If there’s something going on, you can tell me. I’m not a kid anymore.” Mia’s heart pounded. She leaned forward, looking Lily directly in the eyes with what she hoped was complete sincerity. “Lily, I love you. You’re my best friend. If there was anything serious going on, I would tell you. I’m just excited about the trip. The ocean, the yacht, the freedom… it’s making me feel things I haven’t felt before. That’s all.” Alexander nodded, backing her up. “Exactly. We’re all relaxing and enjoying ourselves. Let’s not overanalyze a good time.”

He hung up, and I sat in the silence, feeling the last thread between us snap. So that was it. The relationship that had cost me everything—my best friend, my reputation, my sense of myself as a good person—was over. And I had nothing left to show for it. By spring, I had stopped trying to talk to Ava. It was easier that way. Easier to watch her from across the hallway, to see her slowly coming back to life—new friends, new routines, a new version of herself that didn't include me. She was healing. And I was glad. Even if it meant she was healing without me.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN: Ethan leaned against the balcony, holding a small wooden frame while Nathaniel hammered nails into the wall. “Pass me the longer screw,” Nathaniel said, wiping sweat from his forehead. Ethan handed it over. “You could’ve just hired someone, you know.” “Why would I do that,” Nathaniel smirked, “when I have a perfectly good best friend with muscles and zero weekend plans?” Ethan rolled his eyes. “Wow. Using my heartbreak as manual labor.”