Bestfriend Novels & Stories

Amy Do you know what it feels like to have a crush on your bestfriend who's the Alpha Prince of your pack? Well that's my situation, my name is Amy and I happened to be bestfriends with the Alpha Prince of my Pack, the West wood Pack. Jade is known to be the baddest of the bad boys in West wood Pack and I'm his only female best friend in our friendship group and the worst part is that I have a secret crush on Jade that nobody knows about except me. I'm afraid of confessing my feelings to him, what if he doesn't feel the same way, I don't want to lose our friendship, I rather remain his best friend than lose him forever

She said. If Brad was telling her that he had a mystery girlfriend then I’m sure it was true. “My first guess is that it’s your Nerdy friend. I saw them leave together and they looked pretty close.” She said. Unable to stop myself, I burst in to deep laughter even holding my stomach for support. “That’s impossible. Bella and Brad are not even friends.” I told Hilary. “He’s just some kind of annoying older brother to her, like he is to me.” Hilary didn’t look convinced, in fact she looked more annoyed .

Stacy was going to hate me for this but I said it anyway. “Shitty life over here,” I pointed toward the door. “Going to California would keep her away from the toxicity and she wants to study communication media. She’s going to be taking a handful of writing classes which I will be glad to help her with. Plus,” I faced Stacy for this part, “she could be with her best friend.” Elena looked between the both of us. “Remind me how you two know each other?” “My best friend is his sister,” Stacy answered this time.

Best friend. What even is that, really? We all throw the term around, but if you stop and think about it, it’s something far more profound. A best friend is that person who doesn’t just know your secrets; they know you, the you beneath all the layers. They’re the one who sticks by your side through every high and low, cheering you on even when you don’t believe in yourself and calling you out when you’re on some nonsense. They’re like family, but they’re different from family too. They’re a choice, a bond built from every shared laugh, every late-night confession, every moment you thought no one else would understand.

Why do they keep targeting me like this? Pleased with my submission, King gestures for Niko to help me up. "Good girl." I want to tell him to go fuck him himself, but just as the words start to form on my lips, I hear Ashley's voice. my head snaps in her direction. "There you are! Oh my god, Alyssa. We were looking for you!" My best friend comes running down the hall towards us, her face a blend of relief and worry. I sigh in relief that she didn't see me on my knees for them. "Ew, what are you doing here with them?"

“Sorry—just a sec.” He swiped to answer. “Nathaniel!” Maya’s eyes widened. Nathaniel. She hadn’t heard that name in years. Ethan’s childhood best friend. The boy who was always glued to Ethan’s side during summers, dragging him into endless soccer matches and wild lake swims. She took a careful step back, grabbing the chance to slip away. “Yeah, I just got in,” she heard Ethan say behind her as she slipped into her room. “What? You’re coming down too? That’s awesome!”

I walk to the couch and let my body sink into it, closing my eyes as I bask in the relief of finally sitting down. My phone’s buzzing snaps my eyes open and I groan before I pull it out from my bag. My face lights up when I see the name and I quickly pick it. “You won't believe what just happened." I hear a sniff from the other end, like she's been crying. And one thing about my best friend : She doesn't cry. In her words “Mafia Princesses Don't Cry, They Make People Cry." I perk up in my seat, my brows scrunched. "What happened? Why’re you crying Brit?”

Ashley pouts, her lips downturned but her eyes giving her away—disappointment and longing written all over her face. "Is the D really that good?" Chelsea asks, smirking over her coffee. "Better," Ashley says without hesitation, her tone so flat it's clear she's not exaggerating. I nearly choke on my donut. Fantastic. Now my appetite's gone. Nothing kills a sugar rush faster than hearing your best friend rate your brother's dick like it belongs on Yelp. Tuning them out before Ashley can scar me further, I slide my phone out of my pocket and open the group chat. My thumb hovers for a second, hesitation twisting in my gut like it always does when I feel like I'm bothering them while they're han

My name is Tricia, and if you ask anyone who knows me, they'll probably say I'm the "good friend" type. The one who always shows up with snacks for movie nights, remembers birthdays, and never causes drama. Loyal to a fault. Especially to Sarah, my best friend. Sarah and I have been unbreakable since freshman year of college. We met in the dorm laundry room when she accidentally stole my favourite hoodie and then spent twenty minutes apologizing while I laughed so hard I almost peed my panties.

You could ask me if I’m in love with my brother’s best friend and I would tell you with a straight face absolutely fucking not. Kane Wilder is my brother Landon’s best friend, a.k.a a pain in my fucking ass. I met him for the first time when I was six.