Bestie Book Novels & Stories

The stranger offered a faint smile. “Sawasdee, You looked like you were having a more interesting conversation than the people upstairs.” Tee leaned back against the sofa, studying him carefully. “And you are?” “Yut… uh Chayut Athiwat.” His gaze shifted toward Pat almost immediately. “And your friend looks like he could use better company than cocktail. I've been watching him” The stranger's attention, however fixed on Pat “ I've been watching you laugh” Yut said smoothly, “ It seems rare enough to deserve a drink”

Then, in the next second, she teared up in front of the camera, playing the victim. "My boyfriend is the renowned monk of Junopia. He only allowed me to stay by his side after I accompanied him for three years. But my so-called best friend, Linda Cameron, is a snake! "Each time he came to pick me up, she'd be scantily clad, gazing at him with longing eyes. She even resorted to vile tactics to bear his child…" At this point, one of the girls who was smashing my things chimed in, "Veronica is just too good-hearted. As her friends, we must rescue her relationship!"

After I was done peeling the apple, I munched on it and began chatting with her, seemingly nonchalantly, like I was just talking about the weather, while telling her everything that had happened in my past life. Lacey's eyes were first filled with terror, then confusion, then shock. When I was done with my story, Lacey said with much difficulty, "Impossible… You couldn't have had a past life… That's all bullshit! "I'd never have killed you… I'd never… You shouldn't believe it… You're making a stupid mistake!" I threw the apple core into the trash can and wiped my hands clean. "Don't be stupid. Why would I ever kill you? Your boyfriend will do the job instead.

ur bestie still got a pool? I stared at the screen like it was a loaded gun. Then another message came. Leah: don’t worry. I’ll pretend to be just a friend. I know how you get weird about us. I replied before I could think better. Me: It’s not a great time. Maybe later in the week. Leah: huh. ur still running. classic Ethan. I didn’t answer. That night, I tried to avoid Mrs. Rowen. It didn’t work. She found me in the laundry room again, folding a towel just to have something to do with my hands.

here I was drowning myself in self-pity. What was worse was the fact that my fiance had severely injured my mother over something that could have been handled by the authorities which now was something I could no longer use due to my fiance being the center of the damage control that was to take place if the police were to be involved. From floating on air to crashing face first into the sidewalk of misfortune I found myself lost/confused and hurt beyond measure from all of those I once held close to my heart. I felt alone and confused about what I should do next with José, would I forgive him for what he has done? Could I ever forgive her or him...was I capable of being sympathetic to eith

And I was going to find out what. After Damien left me alone, I stayed in that room for hours. I didn’t know what I was looking for, but I knew I had to find something. And then—I did. An old text. Dusty. Nearly falling apart. The passage sent a chill down my spine: "A union between the beast and the bride will break the chains or doom the bloodline forever." "She will carry the mark of destiny, a symbol of the moon." My heart slammed against my ribs. My hand instinctively went to my hip, fingers grazing over the crescent moon birthmark.

I would like to add some dedications, as well. To my best friends, Josie and Natalie, you guys supported me through this book and I am forever greatful. I love you both so, so much. My parents, who supported my dreams to work on and finish this book. You two are such important figures in my life, and I am forever thankful for you. And to all of my readers, who kept me going. I love you all so much <3

Of all the books, how did he manage to choose the filthiest one? He flipped to the middle. My soul prepared to abandon my body. The edge of his lips twitched. “Suspended Arch… This position looks stressful.” He turned another page casually. “Spiral Staircase. Looks like something I’d try.” His tone was calm, detached, as if he were reviewing stock reports instead of narrating pages from my secret stash of rare erotica collections of Sexual positions. It was my fault. Who leaves such material where sunlight—and Grant—could reach it?

Isabelle was just pretending to be Alicia's best friend when she was actually her half-sister all along! "Jealousy can truly twist a person to become someone completely different. Isabelle's mother didn't care about the consequences when she became a homewrecker. Isabelle ended up following in her mother's footsteps, changing her own face to steal her sister's life. I bet that there's nothing she won't do." "Poor Alicia! The best friend that she treated so well ended up being someone with such a vicious heart. What rotten luck!" "Fortunately, Frank didn't actually do anything to her because his heart was too soft. Alicia would have died under such unjust circumstances if he had actually gone

I have a lot of exciting things planned for this next part. Let me know what you think of Part One! The Beast and The Blessed is participating in the “In Love with a Lycan” contest! So, if you are enjoying this book, please leave a review on the “About This Book” section and Vote! I appreciate it very much! I love doing couple votes! Who is your favorite paring so far, and is there anyone you would like to see together instead? Natalie and Killian Charlie and Damien Joselin and Tobias