Bestfriend Novels & Stories

“Hey girl. What's up?” Amanda’s been my bestie for about six years now. We met at a managerial training conference in Anchorage (a long, boring conference). During the afternoon training session, I saw Amanda hiding in the convention hall lounge, sipping on a whiskey sour. Her eyes grew wide when she recognized I was also from the conference, until she realized I, too, was hiding in the lounge. Ten whiskey sours later, we declared our bestie status and it hasn’t faltered since. We’re probably more opposites than any other set of besties but I know she always has my back no matter what, and that is my definition of friendship.

*Scarlet* On Christmas Eve 26 years ago, I came into this world, a healthy, baby girl; but I wasn't the only one born on that day. Enter, Cole Caldwell; the other baby in my neighborhood, born Christmas Eve, 26 years ago. Also known as my best friend. His brother Johnny is one of my best friends too, but Cole and I have been attached at the hip since we entered this world. Years and years of sexual tension between us, yet, we NEVER have crossed that line. It's not like I haven't wanted to, the same goes for Cole; we just didn't want to ruin our friendship. Friends having sex, usually, never turns out good. I don't want to lose my best friend over something as simple as SEX. We both just rece

ISABELLA The girls are coming over! I miss them so much. Yes, it Nika and Gia. It's gonna be so fun. Actually, they both are like the best people to get comfortable with. They made me feel like I had friends for the first time in my life. Nina and Katie are still my friends but I'll take this two bitches as my bestie. I never got disappointed at them for anything and they never disappoint me, ever. That's why I made cupcake. I set them on my bed with some glasses.

It's like he is right there next to me, whispering those words in my ear. After we had agreed on being friends with benefits the day before, he sent me this text this morning. I don't know if I should call it "friends with benefits". We are not even friends. We are not enemies either. Should I call him “friends of friends”? He is just my sister's best friend. My hands tighten into fists. Oh, Sarah. Do I really want to do this? Do I really want to fuck around with my sister's best friend with no strings attached?

DADDY’S STUBBORN LITTLE SYDNEY My best friend Brittney has her perfect life and mine is still crap. I’m trying to be happy about it. I really am. Hell, for years I fought to try to get her away from the guy who was abusing her and then it finally happened. She got free and he’ll never bother again. Plus, she happened to fall in love with the most perfect man in existence. If there was clay called STUFF GIRLS LIKE, then Timothy was molded right out of it.

Trying to get the words out of me with questions I can’t hide from. "Noah," I call his name with a warning edge to my voice, a silent request for him to drop it. But it’s Noah Addams—he never drops anything until he’s gotten to the bottom of it. He sets the plushie on his right thigh and leans forward with lifted brows. "Seriously, Brynn. Who’s he?" Knowing he won’t give it up, I sigh and look away from him. "He’s Asher’s best friend." "Asher’s best friend?" Noah repeats and I nod without meeting his eyes.

Tears form in my eyes as I utter the last sentence. She stood by me when I needed someone’s support. She held me up when I was falling down. That’s what best friends do, isn’t it? Female best friends are not just friends; they are more than that. They are your soul sisters who will be with you through every thick and thin, without even letting you feel it. She’s my soul sister, without a doubt. “I’ll miss you too, Grace. And don’t forget to video call me daily and make me see the twins.” She instructs me, her eyes filling with tears but she’s trying to hold back her emotions.

COLEEN There are two types of best friends. The first kind brings you soup when you're sick, offers gentle advice when you’re heartbroken, and gives you quiet comfort when the world feels too loud. The second kind bursts into your room at 9 a.m. the morning after a very important hockey game win, yelling, “The only reason why you would be blushing like the cat that got the cream is if you were thinking about Hayden and I can bet my first kid that I’m so right!”

Her right eyebrows lifted, with her eyeballs wide open in an utter displeasing gesture “Why can't it be me” I fired back “What? How can you even say that you're my fucking best friend” “A best friend that has always been there for you, a best friend that was there when your Almighty step brother was ignoring you, a best friend that has never left your side, a best friend that has always had your best interest at heart, it's me Taylor I'm that best friend that has always made sure you're okay, so why can't it be me, why must it be that dude that has made you cry over and over, and over again, he doesn't even love you, can't you see that?”

Mia I shudder, spur my eyes open and then exhaled softly. Racing was the past but for Cole, I was willing to break my promise. My fingers had turned cold as I couldn't move. I didn't even know the race had began until a call came through which I subconsciously answered. "You can back down Cole if you can't do this, I gat you man" miles muffled but I terminated the call immediately, not ready to listen to anything. They were best friends and stick to each other like leeches that sometimes they're mistaken to be gays.