Novel & Cerita Bestie Date

"It's well. The same happened to me, not once, but twice. You will be the fourth lady I am trying to date. I am scared and afraid of you not treating me the same way as others did." "No, I won't. I won't disappoint you, you just need to trust me too, and not see me as a cheat," Benita said, meeting Anthony's gaze. Anthony smiled and started to kiss her. He had longed for sex, but he was in a cafeteria, and couldn't do anything silly. "No problem, we will get to hang out later. Maybe, by the weekend, we can spend some time together," Anthony's blue eyes flashed devilishly alluringly, and Benita winked at him and responded, "No problem."

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?]

They sat at the table right next to ours, and like clockwork, she started in with the casual jabs and humblebrags. I ignored her and turned to my friends instead. "Hey, do you remember Sarah's old boyfriend? The one from the athletics department… What was his name?" My friend caught on immediately. "Oh, Leo Holden, right? Yeah, he was a good guy. He treated her well." "Right." I sighed just loud enough for the next table to hear. "I remember when Leo worked construction for a whole month just to buy her a birthday present. Could only afford a silver necklace in the end, but still… That kind of effort is priceless."

With my hands wrapped around my knees, my body resting on my lap, I waited for him to walk back inside—until I dozed off and woke up in the middle of the night, finding my way to my room. Today wouldn’t be any different. I already knew how my night would end. “Hey, girl!” Beatrice giggled as she walked in, a boutique bag in her hand. She sat on the kitchen counter, grinning. “Beatrice? Why do you have that look on your face like you’re up to something?” “You know we’ve been friends since childhood, and I always want the best for you.” “Beatrice, what are you on about?” “I’ve set up a date for you tonight!”

Phoebe wrapped her arms around his neck from behind, with her delicate chin resting on his shoulder, and she asked curiously, "What are you looking at!" "I'm looking at the date. Choose a good day from May for the wedding." Donald said as he looked at the almanac beside him. He had never been superstitious about this, but he wanted to choose the best day to marry her back home. Phoebe burst out laughing, sat beside Donald, and crawled into his arms. She nestled into his embrace, accompanying him in watching. "Let me see, well. The day is suitable for marriage." Phoebe pointed to the day of May 12th.

He leaned closer, caressing her lips. “This is so sweet,” Kai said softly. “If you want to taste me or kiss me, then be my date tonight.” Blessie’s eyes widened. “What do you mean I want to taste you? Kiss you?” she exclaimed, embarrassed and blushing. “In your dreams! You’re not my type!” She tried to push him away, but Kai stepped back first. “Don’t push yourself too hard, just rest. I won’t bother you,” he said gently and sat down in a nearby chair.

Aretta was looking at Ethan, a small frown etched between her brows, while Ethan gazed down at me with a warm smile. “Girlfriend?” she asked in disbelief, her date checking the time on his watch, his hand planted firmly on her hip, trying to intimidate Ethan who had an inch over him. Ethan gave her a look that made her eyes avert to me. “Yes. Kiara has been my best friend ever since I remember. We are dating,” he said with a firm voice.

÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷ Marisa has not taken a single sip of the tea and has not touched the queen cakes her mom made. " Honey, please take your breakfast," The mom being the sweet gentle woman she is begs of her. She shakes her head but doesn't say a word. "What's wrong honey?" She asks her daughter, deeply concerned. She still doesn't answer. I decide to try my luck with her. "Bestie?" She looks up quickly. "You kicked me out of your room for an ugly boy. Don't call me Bestie because besties don't do each other like that!" "Listen, I'm sorry bestie. This ugly boy here threatened to kill me if I didn't kick you out. Would you want your Bestie to die?" I lie looking at her with puppy eyes.

she asks. “Tonight,” I say. “Would it be okay if I told Scarlet?” she asks. “Do you think she can keep it a secret until tonight?” I ask her. “I’ll make her Bestie Promise before I tell her,” she says. “What’s a Bestie Promise?” I ask. She holds out her pinky finger. “It’s a promise that friends make but it’s stronger than a pinky swear.” I reach up and hook my pinky with hers. “I Bestie Promise that Samara and I love you very much. We want you to be happy. And you can always, always tell us the truth about how you’re feeling or anything at all.”

I said. Including Beatrice. She was never always bad. “Kormak will run mad if you continue to keep to everyone but him.” Aria chuckled and I rolled my eyes. “I'll respond to him.” I said, before adding. “Soon.” She chuckled again, “anything new?” “Oh, yes!” I sat up at that, my mood reaching its highest peak. “Owen and I are going for a date by 7 today.” I shared before diving into its occurrence. Not going to lie, I was so excited!