Novel & Cerita Book Dedication To Best Friend

And under the sacred blood moon, surrounded by the love of their pack and the divine blessing of the Goddess, Aria knew with every part of her being— This was only the beginning. This book was written with love and dedication to my parents Roy and Lisa Smith, who have been law enforcement officers most of my life. They are my strength and I am so thankful for them. This book is also dedicated to my lifelong best friend Samantha, who has been the light in all my darkest days. As well as Katie, the person I know I can always lean on when times get tough. Lastly, my Alpha, my mate, my husband, Shane Chandler. You are my Savior. You protected me when others tried to hurt me, picked me up every t

“And something else without a clean name. The particular feeling of having been given a task by someone who trusted you completely and having done it. Not perfectly. But fully. With everything you had.” “Yes,” he said. “That is the one.” Her phone was already lighting up on the table. Priya, then Vivienne, then James, then Nicole, then Helena Osei, then Dr. Asante, then Dr. Sarpong, then Caroline the agent, then Ruth. She did not answer any of them. She opened the book to the dedication page and read it. He had read it when she showed him the final proofs and had held them for a long moment without speaking because the dedication was the thing itself and anything said about it would have bee

She doesn’t even allow him to properly ask her, causing me to laugh as tears of joy fill my eyes. I turn my head toward Calvin and murmur, “My best friend is marrying your best friend. My world is complete.” END OF BOOK ONE: UNBREAKABLE

he said, and the delight in him made my heart flip the way it had the first time he’d kissed me in my father’s kitchen. He led me to the study where the morning light fell in a great, forgiving rectangle across his desk. On the chair sat a small stack of books tied with blue ribbon. The top book was familiar — the little handmade thing he’d started months ago — but this copy was different. The cover was bound properly, embossed with tiny gold stars, and on the inside page, in his script, was a dedication: For the children who will steal our socks and the adults who will still love them. — M. My throat closed on a bruise of unutterable something. “Marcus?” I said, and my voice came out breath

My second chance at love and happiness was my best friend's daughter! AUTHOR'S NOTE: With this I am finally able to announce that the next book in this series is dedicated to our fallen villain turned hero Alphonze! Please do follow me on any of my socials @eliza.selmer.author in order to keep up with information and release dates for Alpha Alphonze!

I tease, and we both laugh. I didn’t realise how much I miss her and Alec until now. But I’d rather be run over by a car than show Alec that despite his shitty behavior, I still miss him. “So I’m the one who gets to be ignored?” Alec asks with a small smile that I respond to with a glare. I am about to say something when the gate is forced open. We all turn to check what is happening and when we do, my breath hitches. Thorne Xandros, my brother’s ex-best friend and now enemy, in all his glory storms into the house premises with a deadly look on his face.

Now we no longer have any secrets between us and boy does it feel good. “I know you’re my best friend, Elinda; you always have been, and you would never stop being my best friend. I love you so much, girl.” I said, and she began jumping happily. We both laughed, did our signature bestie handshake, and fell on the bed still laughing. Woah… It felt good not to be thinking about the problems hanging over my head. I didn’t want to think of the possibilities that I might have lost my job and the contract forever.

Vittorio specifically requesting me had been planned from the start. Three years ago, I attended my first "business dinner" like this. Gaspare made me keep company with a pot-bellied banker. I cried and screamed, fighting him off with everything I had. I smashed a wine bottle over the man's head and nearly killed him. I held the broken bottle in front of me, wary of everyone in the room. The people on the couches looked completely unsurprised by the scene. Gaspare spoke unhurriedly, his words sliding out like a serpent's tongue.

You could ask me if I’m in love with my brother’s best friend and I would tell you with a straight face absolutely fucking not. Kane Wilder is my brother Landon’s best friend, a.k.a a pain in my fucking ass. I met him for the first time when I was six.

I answered, sighing as I thought of my mother. Aaron nodded but pressed his lips. He could not hide his smile, though. He leaned his head to look at the porch again. Sasha gave her phone to Jessamine, probably showing her pictures of her daughter, Cara, because my best friend was smiling; her mouth was in awe as she swiped the screen. “Talk, Aaron,” I sighed. “Nothing,” he shrugged. “I gave Sasha everything precious to me, and I don’t have to explain why. I love my wife very much. I didn’t know it could also happen to a friend… best friends.”