Book Dedication To Best Friend Novels & Stories

The big brother I always wanted as an only child. "If he ever dares hurt you... Call me. I'll make him pay." he had said as a last resolute, making my eyes roll. "He's not going to hurt me, Brooks." Wanna bet?" "Brooks!" "I mean it. You're my best friend, the last thing I want is you getting hurt over a damn fool!" "Brooks, stop it," I said as we sat by our childhood tree house three years ago. "I bet you won't go past five years." he had said, making me uncomfortably angry. But I took the bet, determined to prove him wrong.

“It is almost noon, Tasha. He waited for you, he was very worried, but we both decided to give you time. He went to work and said he was going to come back to check on your after lunch.” Time is conspiring against me, I did not even feel it move. I wipe away another tear and close my suitcase, picking it up with me. "Take care of yourself, Lexie," I say, my voice thick with emotion. "And don't forget that you're not alone." "Neither are you," she replies, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Remember that, Natasha. No matter where you go, I'll always be here for you." With those parting words, I turn away, steeling myself for the journey ahead. Though my heart aches with the pain of leavi

"Turn to the covers dummy." "Book of best friends by Nexus Elrod." I looked at him, "Dedicated to Orian Wolfe Akanther." "You are welcome." "You are an idiot." "At least I do not fight with puppies named after me over the attention of the woman I want." That's it! I charged at him and he sprinted across the office falling a chair over as he did, I toppled over it and landed on the ground with a thud, "Don't read that book." I growled and lifted my head watching as he opened the cover.

Now, it just made me want to gag. “Nobody knows you the way I do. Nobody else on this campus actually gives a damn about you the way I do. I’m the one who protected you. I’m the one who always made sure you were good. You think Brittany cares? She’s just using this to cause a scene because she hates me, not because she's trying to protect you. You’re my best friend, Kathy. We’re supposed to be a team. You can’t let people come between us over some stupid rumor or misunderstanding.”

This book wasn’t just my achievement; it was a testament to the love and support that had carried me through the darkest moments of my life. One quiet evening, after the kids were asleep, I sat at my desk with a blank page before me. Noah joined me, setting a cup of tea beside my hand. “Still figuring out what to write?” he asked softly. I nodded, staring at the empty space. “I want to get it right. This book exists because of you, because of Emilia and Luca. I need the dedication to reflect that.” Noah rested his hand on my shoulder. “Just speak from your heart, Adrian. That’s what you’ve always done best.”

Distracted and impatient to write more than needed, I smiled at my dedication page. This book is dedicated to the books that changed my fate to meet the love of my life, the father of my children, and my only fated husband… Leslie Bethan. I smiled and closed the book.

Dedications First: I would like to dedicate this story to everyone that didn't know who they truly were until they were adults and had to deal with the upheaval of their current lives when the realization occurred. On the opposite side of that coin this is also for those that have known their true selves for their whole life and refused to back down. Second: Robert- Thank you for being supportive of this adventure, testing out some theories and the noise cancelling headphones that allow me to remain close to you while I work without having to divide my time. I love you too much and rent free.

forever. And, lastly, to my precious friend, Stephenie Thomas. Without you, I'm not sure I would have even started writing. But you wouldn't stop. You kept insisting that I give it a shot, even being painfully honest when you knew I was making excuses. I can't find the right words to explain how much I miss your laugh, your Kentucky accent or your relentless teasing, and I dedicate this book in your memory. Until we meet again, sweet girl, I hope you're dancing with the angles. END OF BOOK ONE

I can lend it to you if you want, I just finished it. -I didn't think you liked to read," I commented, glancing at the book. It had a dedication, it felt so special. According to me it was a couple of writers who had done it. -It doesn't bother you about the book? -I looked at it. -Of course not. That's nothing. If there's one thing I have, it's that I like to share. -Really? -There's only one thing I wouldn't share," he came closer, his closeness was making me a little nervous.

I tell her as little as possible about why I’m back, only that the situation required hands that the board would trust. It’s easy in the way things are easy when both people have already finished the harder version of the story. At the end of it she adjusts the strap of her bag and looks at me directly. “So we’re friends?” I consider the word. Friends feels accurate enough for what remains. Anything more would be dishonest. Anything less would be unnecessarily cold. “Friends,” I say. She nods once, satisfied, and heads in the opposite direction down the hall.