Besties For The Resties Mga Nobela at Kwento

"That's impossible! That must be fake! Drop the act right now, Robin! This is all part of your scheme, isn't it? You knew from the very beginning that I was setting a trap for you, so you laid your own one in advance. Your goal was to earn Justin's absolute trust!" The other patrons' attention was piqued by the commotion, and they shot curious gazes at us. I pulled out some tissues from my bag and deliberately dabbed at my tears, wearing a disappointed and confused expression. "Why do you hate seeing other people do better than you, Winona?" Justin frowned, looking confused. I glanced at him with a slightly melancholic look in my eyes, saying, "You might not be aware of this, Justin, but Win

I put on a smile and pushed the glass of wine to my best friend, Rachel Jost. I urged, "Go, Rachel. Hurry, let your dream guy feed you!" "Don't joke around, Stella. How could I possibly…" Rachel's face flushed red as she tapped my arm playfully in mock anger. Then, she looked at Carter Slade with eager anticipation. Her voice was feminine and coy as she said, "Don't mind Stella, Carter. She likes to joke around. If you feel awkward, we can… We can just clink glasses."

Idunnu's p.o.v ' Hello, Blessing...Oh...Alright, send her to my office. Yeah! Thank you.' Soon enough, there was a knock on the door. ' Come in...' Stacey walked into the office with a bright smile and I returned the smile. ' How are you bestie?' ' I'm fine....Obviously.' Stacey replied swaying left and right. ' You should be at work, shouldn't you? How come you're here?' ' Well, it's a little clever trick.' Stacey said with a smirk on her face.

He leaned forward, his palms flat on the table as he surveyed the map with intense focus. Then, to my shock, he began to move the pieces with decisive motions, spinning an incredible strategy for trade and diplomacy that left me utterly speechless. “Two thirds of the moongrass shipment will go to Moonrise,” he said calmly, shifting the pieces to illustrate his point. “They are Moonstone’s closest allies. However, the remaining third will be portioned out to Moonshine—our second-strongest allied pack.” He paused, those piercing eyes flickering across the silent Elders as if gauging their reactions. When no one spoke, he continued. Clearly, he wasn’t finished.

The neighborhood that had been buzzing with life went awkwardly still when my best friend, Rachel Croft, and I clung to each other and began to wail that we wanted to break off our engagements. The guests began whispering; their tones and glances all said the same thing—we'd lost our minds. Everyone knew that the Stark twins were golden prospects. Had our families not arranged the matches years ago, every eligible girl in the neighborhood would have shoved and jostled to marry into the Stark household.

BESTIE : It’s okay. BESTIE : it’s me. ME: Okay 😊 BESTIE: Good girl. I shivered slightly in excitement. BESTIE: Just relax and tell me the moment you’re uncomfortable. ME : Okay. BESTIE : Yes baby. ME: I’m not uncomfortable. You make me feel safe . BESTIE: Good. BESTIE: Because I'm not done. BESTIE: I've been thinking about your hands too. The way they felt on my skin. The way you held onto me, the way you moaned my name.

They reconciled in the bedroom later, but the tension never fully left. Zoe became my strongest connection. She left drawings and small toys near the basement door, talking to me as if I were an old friend. I responded when I could, moving a toy slightly or creating a soft breeze across her hair. Rachel found the gifts and grew more protective, but Zoe insisted the lady was nice and just wanted help. The little girl’s innocence gave me rare moments of peace amid the frustration.

RING. His phone suddenly vibrated. “What?” he snapped. [“Ohhh—chill”] his friend laughed from the other end. [“Your temper’s flaring again.”] “What do you want?” Loud music and voices echoed through the phone. He was at the club again. Of course. [“Come over to the Eclipse Club. Boss Lee brought in a lot of new pretty girls tonight.”] Matthew exhaled sharply. A full week trapped inside the mansion. A week of confinement and frustration “Fine.”

"Mr. Walmsley was looking for you this morning, but I told him you weren't here." At the mention of Fred, she turned unreasonably feisty and clutched my collar. "You bitch! Were you trying to replace me while I was gone? Don't even dream about it! Mr. Walmsley said I'm the only one he loves!" I scoffed and pushed her hand away. "That insecure, huh?" She glared viciously at me, her fists clenching into balls. "I'm just kidding," I said with a chuckle. "We're best friends. Why would I ever steal your man?"

Christian's photo compared to Heather's was like night and day—one ascending to greatness, the other sunken into ruin. I didn't bother following up on them any further; after all, Heather and I had bright futures ahead of us, with so many better things waiting to be experienced.