Novel & Cerita Books Man's Best Friend

Archie POV “Arch, I have to go. I’ll call you later, mate”, Josh says, and I can’t help but worry about him, he is meeting that guy, and I don’t know if it’s jealousy taking over or if it’s just me worrying for my best friend. He was just jumped by some creeps because he is gay, and then he goes and meets someone like this.

My best friend is a nine tailed fox. He sneaks out at night and turns into some creature with nine tails. It’s a secret, nobody knows but me; his best friend; Joan. Shhhh, don’t tell anyone. “Seriously?” Joan jumped, her pen falling off in the process. King laughed loudly, his eyes twinkling mischievously as he laughed. He had spoken very close to her ear. She sighed, picking up the fallen pen and turning back to her writing.

“You are so bad at minding your business, you think you have the perfect solution for everything.” “No, I don’t, I’m just doing what’s best for my friend…” He laughed. “Are you?” His grip was hurting and I fought against it but no matter how hard I fought he held on tighter. “Yes, I am because unlike you I am loyal to my friend…”

"So I've heard." We make our way back to the living room, and I sit on the couch while Mason returns to the armchair. "Uh, what are you reading?" I ask, since I guess we're actually having a conversation right now. Zuri greedily sucks down her bottle, not paying any attention to us. Mason laughs nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. "Oh, um, 'Salem's Lot'. Stephen King is my favorite author." Wow, so he reads on the regular.

“Peanut butter chocolate chip. Baked with love and possibly spite.” He reached for one, took a bite, and groaned. “Okay, yeah. You’re allowed to stay.” “Thought so.” I pulled my hoodie tighter around me. “I mean, the vibe’s good up here. Cold, but good. Very main-character energy.” Colby leaned back beside me. “Don’t let it go to your head.” “Oh, too late. I’m already writing the memoir. Rain: The Saga of Sarcasm and Emotional Rescue.” “Subtitle: How I Bullied My Friends Into Self-Awareness.”

My white Ferrari was parked out front, but he headed straight for one of the black SUVs the guards used. He settled me carefully in the passenger seat, buckling me in. His hands lingered on the strap across my chest for a second longer than necessary. I cracked my eyes open and saw his face in the dim light. He looked torn apart. The man who never broke rules had just fingered his best friend’s little sister to a screaming orgasm in a public club booth. “Killian…” I mumbled, reaching weakly for his hand.

"You don't know me." "I know enough." His eyes met mine. "I know you're kind. I know you're funny. I know you love books and hate small talk and laugh at your own jokes." He smiled. "And I know you deserve better than some guy who can't see what's right in front of him." I didn't know what to say. So I just nodded. My phone buzzed at 2 PM. Unknown number: Lunch with the bookstore boy. How cozy. Does Mason know you're seeing someone else?

"Shame to waste such a thoughtful gift. My groom and I already have our rings. We're good." With everyone watching, I chucked the sapphire ring straight into the champagne tower. Ignoring the murmurs, I took a ring from the ring bearer and slid it onto my new groom's finger. Emmett Everhart—best man turned husband—was just as good-looking as Malcolm, maybe better. Broader, too. We hadn't talked much before, but something about him felt weirdly familiar. He raised an eyebrow, then quietly slid a ring onto my finger. The room exploded with gasps.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN: Ethan leaned against the balcony, holding a small wooden frame while Nathaniel hammered nails into the wall. “Pass me the longer screw,” Nathaniel said, wiping sweat from his forehead. Ethan handed it over. “You could’ve just hired someone, you know.” “Why would I do that,” Nathaniel smirked, “when I have a perfectly good best friend with muscles and zero weekend plans?” Ethan rolled his eyes. “Wow. Using my heartbreak as manual labor.”