Novel & Cerita Books About Best Friends Falling In Love

#JUST_BEST_FRIENDS Author: Sam Freddy CHAPTER 21: LOVE IS BLIND. — — — Skipping lectures had become a habit for Yomi ever since he met Candice, but he didn't care though. To him, if spending time with her would make him happy, then it was totally worth it.

He says and I try to rein them in. "I'm not crying over him. I'm crying over the fact that one of my best friends went behind my back, fucked my boyfriend and neither one of them said anything. That was weeks ago, Quinn!" I cry and he shooshes me gently, running his fingers through my hair as I calm down. "You deserve better, sweetheart. A better man and better friends." He says and his words soothe my shattered heart. I hold him tighter thinking maybe, just maybe I've found both in the same person.

FELIX. I’m a shitty person. I know I’ve always been a shitty person, but at least I wasn’t like that to the few people I care about—one of them being my best friend. But after getting myself involved with his ex-girlfriend, I’m just realizing what a shittier person I’ve turned into.

“Not even therapy can take away your mischievous nature.” Cressida pouted, sitting beside me. “Bae, you know I'm an author. I couldn't pass up the opportunity of doing a life confrontation scene.” “I didn't know that informing my girlfriend that she was part of a trouble was considered confrontation this day,” I replied with a raised brow. Cressida blushed, “I may have gone too far…but I wasn't lying. Having a best friend is like being in an open relationship, there a always new people joining in the name of being partners.”

She used to be so in love with the school's quarterback, Jacob and I could've sworn just like everyone else that they were made for each other. Meant to be, if there ever really was something like that. But then came Rose, a friend he'd said. A friend, Cassandra believed up until she walked into a room to find her on top of Jacob. Cassandra was broken, and I felt for her too. If there was a lesson I took from that was to never trust friends and to never fall for a man.

A framed photo of him and Lily smiled at her from the bookshelf, father and daughter, their relationship uncomplicated by the poison of Emma's feelings. *What kind of person falls in love with her best friend's father?* The answer came swift and brutal: *The worst kind.* Emma ran for miles that afternoon, pushing herself until her lungs burned and her legs trembled. But no matter how far she went, no matter how hard she pushed, she couldn't outrun the truth. She was falling for Marcus Blake. Her best friend's father. And judging by the look in his eyes that morning, by the careful way he avoided touching her, by the message burning on her phone, he was in love with her too.

“Do you miss him?” I didn’t answer right away. I thought of the forest. The lake. The way my wolf felt calm near him, even when my mind wasn’t. “I miss who I am when I’m not fighting myself,” I said finally. Caroline smiled sadly. “That’s the worst part of falling in love.” “I’m not in love,” I insisted. She raised an eyebrow. “Then why are you shaking?” I looked down at my hands. They were trembling. Caroline reached over and squeezed them. “You don’t have to decide anything tonight. Or tomorrow. Or even next week.”

When they reached the kitchen, Lily finally let go of her hand and threw open the pantry door with dramatic flair. “Guess what I still keep stocked just for you?” she announced, her eyes sparkling. She pulled out a bright red bag of kettle-cooked salt and vinegar chips. Maya’s jaw dropped. Then she let out a shaky laugh that turned into a sound halfway between a giggle and a sob. Her hand flew up to her chest as she felt tears sting her eyes. “Lily… you didn’t have to…” she whispered, her voice trembling. Lily stepped forward, serious now, and hugged her again. “Of course I did,” she said firmly. “I missed my best friend. You’re the only person in the world who would finish these with me wit

she started, but the word died on her lips because I finally closed the distance. It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t planned. It was weeks of tension snapping at once. Her hands were on my chest like she wanted to push me away but instead fisted in my shirt. I cupped the back of her neck, deepening the kiss, and she made a tiny sound that undid me completely. For a heartbeat, the whole world narrowed to her mouth, her scent, her trembling against me. Then reality crashed back in. Liv’s best friend. Porch light on. Neighbors. I broke the kiss, forehead resting against hers, both of us breathing hard.

ELLE Rule number one: Best friends don't keep secrets from each other. Rule number two: Best friends come first before anyone else. Rule number three: Best friends must always have each other’s backs. Rule number four: Best friends must attend important events together. Rule number five: Best friends will not ditch each other for popularity. Rule number six: Your best friend's brother is your brother, not your lover. Rule number seven: Best friends must celebrate birthdays together — always. Rule number eight: You must support your best friend's dreams and ambitions. Rule number nine: No lies - no matter what.