Bestfriends Shouldn't Know How You Taste Novels & Stories

Paloma teased. I chuckled, the sound coming out lighter than I expected, and somehow it reduced the uneasiness that had been sitting in my chest like a weight. "No, that's not it. It's actually worse than that. I have a very possessive best friend. She'd go absolutely insane if she knew I went clubbing with someone else. It's a rule breaker in our friendship code. She's honestly worse than Zane."

The love for sweets was still the same. Passing Maria a big scoop of the sweet heaven he was having, he asked her to eat and she did. How could she refuse when she loved sweets. “Hmmmm!! It's too good. I am feeling....” unable to express her emotions she stopped for a second, to find the appropriate words “-on the top of the world.” moaning, she closed her eyes in euphoria. Her reaction was no less than Osama, who was seen to be grinning proud at himself for choosing the right person as his bestie. The one who had the same, world-class taste buds as his.

, she replied as she waved her finger between us. “I am your friend. I know you believe that as well, but you just don’t understand. If I was not your friend, you would never have told me what Mateo and Kai were planning. The problem with you is, you are a good friend to others, but you don’t let others be friends with you. And the fact that I know so much about you screams that I am not just your friend – I am your best friend.” Faith grinned.

I suggested. My friends stared at me blankly for some moments before jumping on me to hug me tightly. "That's why we're besties. You're the sensible one in our group. " Madison cooed. I grinned and flipped my hair, "You're welcome." And we laughed. "Jon, if you're going to order that piece of shit in the name of pineapple pizza, please stay back. Don't ruin the mood. " "Maddie, your favourite ice cream flavour is mint choco. You have no right to talk about taste. " Jonathan countered and they continued bickering like kids, as usual while I just watched them with a smile on my face, as we headed to get our pizza.

"She found out I was the one who ate her last slice of cheesecake. Now Drive!" Shaking my head at my dumb best friend I sped down the road, not before waving at an angered Miss San. "You got to stop eating her cheesecake Colb. I fear I'll hear the news of you being murdered by your own mother," Colby scoffed, securing the seat belt around him. "Then I'll die a happy man with cheesecake in my belly,"

Her mouth widened and she covered it with her palm, like she’d just heard the most interesting news ever. “Four blonds wanted you to be their friend? Are they like popular? And pretty? Do you think you can fit in? What did you guys talk about? Tell me everything!” I usually got second hand embarrassment even when it was just me and her. When she said stuff like this, I didn’t know how to react. I literally just told her a guy was trying to k*ll me, but somehow all she was interested in was whether I was able to fit in with the ‘popular’ girls at school or not.

ELLE Rule number one: Best friends don't keep secrets from each other. Rule number two: Best friends come first before anyone else. Rule number three: Best friends must always have each other’s backs. Rule number four: Best friends must attend important events together. Rule number five: Best friends will not ditch each other for popularity. Rule number six: Your best friend's brother is your brother, not your lover. Rule number seven: Best friends must celebrate birthdays together — always. Rule number eight: You must support your best friend's dreams and ambitions. Rule number nine: No lies - no matter what.

Then he stepped back, running a hand over his face. I knew, even in my haze, what this meant for him. Dante’s best friend. The family’s most trusted enforcer. Touching the boss’s little sister in a club booth, making her scream his name, carrying her home like a secret lover. In our world, that was betrayal. A death sentence if anyone found out. The room went quiet except for my slow breathing. The alcohol and adrenaline had finally won. I slipped into deep sleep. The taste of him and the feel of his fingers still lingering on my skin.

"I had also seen your posts with Cody. Haven't you outgrown him yet?" I rolled my eyes, grabbed my phone, and headed for my bedroom. "It’s a best-friends-for-life thing, mother. I could never outgrow him." "Don’t tell me you two are already having sex?" I grimaced instantly. "Ew, gross, why would you even think that?" "Come on, you are both adults. Everyone knows males and females can't stay that intertwined forever. Either you like him, he likes you, or — worst of all — you are copulating."