Best Girlfriend Ever Novels & Stories

Okay. I’ll forgive you—on one condition,” she said, lifting her chin. “Name it.” “Stop calling me Evelyn. It doesn’t feel right coming from you.” “Okay… Evelyn. I mean—Evie,” I teased. She rolled her eyes, but the corners of her lips curled upward. That smile… I had missed it more than I could admit. “So… are you with her now? The girl from earlier?” “Who? Jess? No, it’s not like that,” I said quickly. “That’s Jessica—my best friend. The one I always talked about back then.” “Oh yes… you couldn’t stop going on about her,” she said, raising a brow. “She’s that amazing,” I replied truthfully. “So she’s just the best friend—not the girlfriend?” she asked, unconvinced. “Exactly. I won’t lie—Jess

, Irene chuckled; best friend? “ What kind of best friend sleeps with her friend's fiancé?” she yelled at the top of her lungs. Alex was lost for words at the moment. Her alcohol intake was a torture to his mindset. It'll be hard to win her over. Does she even feel a spark for him at all?.

Our nine-year friendship has been smooth sailing since we met on our first year of college. There is a secret though that I've been keeping. I don't know when it happened and how, but I just feel it—I like my best friend a lot, much more than a bro normally would. Ever since our Bio days, he has been helping me with my academic and extracurricular work. I am a good student, but he pushes me to become better. It's not like we're competing with each other. No, not like that. Instead, he motivates me to do the best that I can, because he also does the same. This is why when we're together, we're unstoppable. Our tandem wins almost all inter-university quiz bees that our professors send us to jo

“Zayne, meet my best friend. Isla. Isla, this is the infamous older brother.” I inclined my head slowly, observing her from the doorway, letting my gaze linger a second longer than necessary. I knew who she was. I’d known the second she stepped into Sienna’s stories years ago. The moments Sienna had tried to describe her, her stubbornness, her humor, that fiery way she refused to be sidelined—I knew. And I’d never expected to meet her like this again, suddenly, in a home far from the chaos of the wedding she’d fled. “Yeah,” I said finally, my voice calm, measured, carrying the faintest trace of amusement. “I know.”

“Maybe I’m one of the bad ones, then.” “No, you just have a different approach. You’re at your best when you’re shitting yourself. You need to be pushed right to your limit before inspiration tells you what you need to do. Complete and utter despair is like your spinach. That’s why I’m so good for you. I can always get you there.” She began nibbling on my ear. Is that really what a good girlfriend is? So terrifying you’re always on the verge of a nervous breakdown? I pushed her away. Eventually. “I’d rather have less terror in my life and a demotion. Someone else can be in charge.”

FELIX. I’m a shitty person. I know I’ve always been a shitty person, but at least I wasn’t like that to the few people I care about—one of them being my best friend. But after getting myself involved with his ex-girlfriend, I’m just realizing what a shittier person I’ve turned into.

"How?! the last time I checked he never liked you!" "But I was the one he talked to first! He asked me out first! " "But your response to him that day was 'No'! That was what you told him!" "Yes and that's because I never knew he was the popular Rasheed Muhammad! I never knew he was one of the youngest and richest billionaire in the whole world! I never knew he's the guy of every girls dream!" She yells back at her. "And the idiot of you believed me when I said he's married with two kids"

It was during the holloween week when I had the best sex I have ever experienced in my entire life. Clara and I were best friends since the start of our college years. We are in our second year of college now, and our relationship has been going stronger and stronger. There are only the two of us in our circle, but I could really say that it’s the best. Truly, you do not need a huge number of friends; you just need a true and real one that you can trust with.

Leigh jokingly uttered so I laugh with her. “I am your personal guru. You are blessed.” Everleigh move a little and look at me so I look back at her. She then showed me her pinkie finger and right from that point, I know what she wants us to do. I clung my pinkie finger over hers and we both start to whisper our best friend chant: “For better or worse, we’ll be on each other’s side, I’ll keep your secrets, and forever we are together, best friends forever and ever!”

I reminded her of my voice getting higher and higher as she rounded a corner. Yhannie Thomas is my best friend, and the thought of her being my actual girlfriend is cracking all of my bones. "Of course, I'm more than glad for you, honey, and I'm so proud of you. I'm a blessed mother with blessed children and a blessed family,” She paused a little bit, took a deep sigh and then continued. “But you know Nick, it would be best if you---,"