Bestie Date Novels & Stories

I did everything to be a good friend, only to be treated as my so-called best friend’s scapegoat. When her husband found cigarette ash in their house, she claimed I was the one smoking. When she snuck off for a private rendezvous with her lover, she told him she was celebrating my birthday. And when she got pregnant, she pinned the blame on me again, declaring I was consumed with jealousy—that I had spiked her drink and hired someone to violate her. Enraged, her husband marched to my doorstep wielding a blade and hacked me to death. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the exact day she had asked me to cover for her affair.

Luckily, we got chairs this year, last year was harder, we stood for straight hour listening to this deliberately rubbish talks! "And us, Mayans who loves you all, decided to formulate a game now called Date a Liar, its rules are simple. You fall in love, you lose. Taking account to the basic starter of life which is pregnancy and birth, pregnancy resulted from intimate relationship and actions of couples. This is the best solution yet!" She looks so cheerful as if she enjoys explaining how Date a Liar was considered to be created. This is their definition of birth control, I don't know what's the need of throwing people down because they fall in love.

It was the best day ever. Or so I thought at the time. Just like our first date, George took me sailing. He had a picnic of delicacies set up for us. Wine and cheese with fresh fruit, oh, and those amazing crackers I could never get enough of. It was the perfect weather for it, just enough wind without overdoing it. The breeze kissed my skin, leaving goosebumps. I couldn't help but feel as though it were the best day ever. And he said all the right things, looked at me with those eyes, green my favorite color, that seemed to sparkle just so in the sunlight. I was a girl in romance heaven as he fed me grapes.

Andrei took the bottle of wine and uncorked it then poured the wine into her glass before he poured some for himself. "Carbenet Sauvignon. Nice." She commented. "You went all out." "I thought I'd treat my girl to a date that she'd never forget." He said. "And she won't." She assured him. "Let's eat?". He asked. "Let's." She nodded. *****

So, going against all my instincts, I bare my teeth, push myself forward and jump on blue eyed monster to rip his throat out. But the man is fast, just in time shifting to a wolf. We crash together on the ground and I manage to bite his neck, ripping hairs and skin out, my nails digging in his soft stomach. I unleash myself on him, drawing more blood. I guess he did not expect me to be like this, I took him by surprise. But now, he attacks me back, sinking his teeth in my flesh. We continue this vicious, bloody dance another few minutes, neither me nor him wanting to give up.

He felt nervous sweat beads begin to form on his brow. "Okay." Christopher blinked. She said okay? Did she hear him? She just said, okay… "Okay?" She nodded and her eyes were bright and big and beautiful. He smiled. "Okay." He nodded once and they continued stretching. When Ashleigh left the gym room she couldn't wipe the pleased smile from her face. She sighed and entered the office and faced her two friends. "Christopher and I are going on a date." Kendra and Lance exchanged brief looks. "Well it's about time," Kendra said.

“Bastian here had just gotten his heart stomped on. I felt for the guy and wanted to set him up with a girl who wouldn't break his heart.” “That's the story you're going with this time?” Leo teased. “Not the finding an easy way to get laid side of the story?” Gabe ignored him. “So, being such a good friend, I started looking around and realized that we had an opportunity. There was no good way to sort potential dates on the market, so we made one.”

Buried. But there was one key, a still frame from the livestream’s background showed an old desk calendar. One date circled in red. May 10th. Claire zoomed in. The date had a handwritten word beneath it: "Anniversary." Back at the house, Cassandra sat with Ethan on the back steps. “May 10th,” she said. “That was the day I walked away from him. The day I left.” Ethan looked at her. “And now he wants to turn it into something else.”

I could hear Ethan's steady breathing from the next room. I don't know what came over me, but I got up and walked towards his room. The door wasn't locked. Ethan was lying on his back, his chest rising and falling with each breath. Moonlight traced the lines of his abs. An eight-pack. Sarah had said that physical contact with a fated mate was an incredible experience. I'd always wondered what that felt like. Tiptoeing to the side of the bed, I reached out a trembling hand. The moment my fingertips brushed his abs, a jolt shot through me.

Not this again. “Lena, that boy is obsessed with you. It’s giving second-option energy,” I shot back, hoping to redirect the fire. “He’s just shy! Don’t misinterpret him,” Lena defended, which earned her a side glare from Katie. “Shy?” Katie scoffed. “More like creepy obsessed. But still… I think you two should hang out. Go on an actual date. Get to know each other better.” I froze. “Wait—what?” The devilish smirks on their faces told me everything. My so-called best friends had already conspired against me.