Book Dedication To Best Friend Novels & Stories

I hope you enjoyed this short story of mine! I would like to thank the Lord for everything that he has given me and for giving me the great ideas that I used in this book. This book is dedicated to my mother who loves to read horror books and who never stopped supporting me. I would also like to take this opportunity to thank my best friends Trish, Sweet, & Dani for the moral support that you have given me you guys are really a blessing from him above. There will be no book 2 for this book guys! -Kali "Never let jealousy over power you"

Mom got permission from the alpha to appreciate his son with a meal for saving his daughter and he agreed since mom was one of his commendable workers. Aiden came over, and brought his friend along who had insisted on coming- Ryan. And that was how a long time friendship was built in two days? I chuckled out loud and Aiden raised his brows, before shaking them. "You've been lost in your thoughts for days now. Care to share whatever is going on in there?" He asked in a mocking tone. I only shook my head, with a scoff. I snatched the book from his hands before he could realize. "It's a ridiculous book, I know, you don't have to plaster it all over my head" I said with a low hiss, tucking the b

When I got home, Tristan was in the kitchen cooking. He looked up when I walked in and smiled. “You’re back? How was the trip?” “It went well.” I changed my shoes, set my suitcase aside, and walked over to him, glancing into the pot. It was my favorite pork ribs. “What’s the occasion?” I asked with a smile. “I missed you.” He turned and kissed my forehead. The second his lips touched my skin, my stomach lurched. The same hands that had killed my best friend were cooking for me.

“Father’s been out of his mind searching for you. And now this…arrangement is hanging by a thread.” “I couldn’t marry someone I don’t know, Sarge. Would you?” Sarge sighed, running a hand through his hair. “No, I wouldn’t. But it’s complicated.” “I know. That’s why I need your help,” I said, my voice steady. “I need the Book of the Moon.” Sarge’s eyes widened. “The Book of the Moon? Are you crazy? Do you even know what you’re asking for?” “I do. It’s the only way I can help my friends.”

Even though there isn't a happy ending in reality but only in fantasy yet I choose to believe and look forward to the kind of ending where Aidan and I get to share a kiss underneath the moonlight or even more like The Notebook where we get to kiss under the rain. It has crossed my mind for me to make a new list. Something not on my own but with Aidan that we can fulfil it together, more like a list to complete the journey of our life and our marriage. After everything we've been through, I think it's fair to say that my life isn't everything without the appearance and presence of my twenty-two years best friend.

I'd wanted to know what a normal life felt like, so I'd kept that part of myself buried. When I met Samantha, struggling to get by but pushing through school anyway, I made her my best friend. When she couldn't afford the hot meals in the cafeteria, I'd pile extra food onto my tray every day and pretend I couldn't finish it, sliding it over to her. When she couldn't pay for school materials, I'd made up a story about winning a scratch-off and covered it for her. When guys from outside school started giving her trouble, I'd scared them off myself.

Niko and Mason trade a look before nodding too. The pact is made. What happened tonight is our secret. Our burden. And all I can hope is that one day, it doesn't eat us alive... and our brotherhood stays unbreakable.

Taking a deep breath, I push the blonde curls out of my face and grab the handles of both my bags. Pippa had only asked me to stay until after the funeral, but I knew my best friend would need me longer than that. It’s the reason I told Rudy, my agent, that I’ll be finishing up the book in Sutten. It isn’t ideal, and he didn’t seem thrilled about the sudden change of plans, but there isn’t much I can do. We both know how behind I am on this book. I had so many people supporting me when I wrote my debut novel—the first book in this duet—and I don’t want to let the people who took a chance on me down with the conclusion to this couple’s love story.

He had always been the one seeking the other's presence, but I supposed I knew what he meant to some degree and, at the same time, still didn't understand it at all. I never really had anyone I would consider a friend before Benedict. He stood up against others who tried to bribe him into selling out my secret when we were in college. Even now, he has always been looking out for me, even if some of his antics cause more trouble than good. He was the only one who befriended me without wanting anything in return or trying to backstab me in an attempt to bring me down. I sighed and dropped the files onto my desk as I turned back to face him. "Then come with me to pick out the ring... You're goi

“You like? I can lend it to you if you'd like, I just finished it. "I didn't think you liked reading," I commented, glancing at the book a bit. It had a dedication, it felt so special. According to it was a couple of writers who had done it. "You don't mind about the book?" I looked at him. “Of course not. That's nothing. If there is something that I have, it is that I like to share. “Really? "There's only one thing I wouldn't share." He approached, his closeness was making me a little nervous.