Bestie Bucket List Novels & Stories

Justin's expression darkened when we entered the hotel's restaurant. My best friend, Winona Quentin, was being intimate with Justin's best friend, Hunter Jackson. Hunter came from new money, and he often benefited from Justin by getting in his good graces. Based on how affectionately Winona and Hunter were behaving around each other, it became obvious that they had been involved with one another for a long time.

BESTIE: But since I can't have you yet, I need you to tell me something. ME: Anything? BESTIE: Tell me what you'd do if you were here right now. I thought about it. Let myself imagine. ME: I'd crawl over to you. Slowly. Let you watch me. ME: I'd kiss your chest first. Right over your heart. ME: Then lower. Down your stomach. Feeling you tremble under my lips. ME: And then, BESTIE: And then? ME: And then I'd take you in my mouth. The way you like.

Tino asks, a furrowed brow as he watches Liviana’s eyes drift around her room in thought, head tilting back to look at the ceiling. “I’m not sure. It just feels a little strange.” She says, taking a breath as she turns back down to the screen, eyes flitting from her brother’s face and the blank piece of paper in front of her. “I’m lost here. I have no idea what to write. What does one put into a bucket list?” “skydiving. Swimming with dolphins. Meeting their idol.” Tino shrugs. “Something adventurous, fun. A once in a lifetime opportunity.”

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.

Beatrice asked Lerisa again. Lerisa frowned as she wondered why Anthony would keep his mother in the dark about his whereabouts. "No, ma. I don't know where Anthony lives. How about his girlfriend, Benita? Have you asked her?" Lerisa inquired, as James was still standing there with them. "Benita? Who is she? I don't know of Anthony's girlfriend. Ever since his last affair with Clara. Anthony hasn't introduced any new girls to me as his girlfriend. Do you have the lady's contact information? She might know where Anthony lives." Mrs. Beatrice asked again, and Lerisa frowned.

Two seconds later, she lost it. "Do you even know that's illegal? Jolene Johnston, what the hell is wrong with you? Luther and I are in love, and you still tried to destroy us! I was so stupid to be your best friend for seven years!" I laughed. Best friend? On my third wedding anniversary, she'd climbed into bed with my husband wearing the silk pajamas I'd bought her for her birthday. In my bed. Then she'd recorded it and sent me the video. [Did you enjoy it?]

"I trembled through half that interview. I couldn't remember which camera to look at. I nearly said the word 'bullshit' on live national coverage." "And it worked." I stepped closer. "You were raised for this. You can walk into a Council chamber and know exactly where to stand. I grew up dodging whispers in a pack that barely tolerated me. I don’t want to be someone else. I just want to have a chance at surviving this without being torn apart." His jaw clenched. His silence stretched. Nathan cleared his throat like he couldn’t stand it any longer. "Sorry to interrupt, but there’s rogue activity near Westpoint. Not large. Maybe half a dozen wolves. But it’s close enough that it needs eyes."

And then he put his both hands on the either shoulder of his best friend and then he smiled as his eyes grew bigger. “Wait, I think there's a camping here in the list. I remember there was.” Eli was just playing pretend because she already know that there is included camping in her list because she is also the one who listed all of that and so she knows that there is. “Yeah, I remember I wrote that.” Dizen removed his eyes from his best friend and then he turned his face to look at the least so his attention is now on the bucket list. They started to scan the paper and then when they saw it. They both moved their index finger downwards to see where they wrote it.

He handed me his phone, and I got a few results, i said, "There are so many in here," "What is it?" "Tubing." "Okay, we'll add that to our list of locations to visit today. Next?" "How about foot passage?" "Pass. Would you like to?" "Nah. What about going snowshoeing? "All right, next?" "Stargazing?" "That has already been done." "Beach night?" "I've done that as well." "Wait, are you taking me out based on this website?" "Um… What's next on the agenda?"

“We’re in Italy. We are in a mansion, food, beaches, the works. So let’s write a bucket list. Everything we’re going to do while you’re stuck with me—and soon enough on your feet again.” Lucas raised an eyebrow, stormy blue eyes amused. “Stuck with you… yeah, that’s a sentence.” Jamie grinned. “Exactly! Sentence of fun! Now, first things first. What do we want?” he tapped a pen against his cheek. A paper lay flat on the floor next to him. Lucas tilted his head, thinking, wincing slightly as he adjusted his leg. “We… need a bucket list. To feel the experience. New things. Things we’ll actually remember.”