Boyfriend's Best Friend Novels & Stories

“Just you and Raven mostly.” “And Kieran, and Anders, and Matilda, and Aubrey, and Maven—” “Okay, okay, I get it,” I groan. “I don’t know, there just hasn’t been a reason to talk to him.” He shrugs, but I notice the flicker of disappointment in his eyes. “I just think my boyfriend and my best friend should get along.” His words freeze me. “Best friend?” “Yeah,” he says softly, smiling like he’s scared I’ll take it back. “I’ve never had many friends outside my family and Damon. But I think I’d call you my best friend.”

“Just asking. You know, it’s okay to like her, Cade. It's okay to be vunerable." I furrow my brow and wipe my palm down my face. “Mom, please don’t start this again. She’s my best friend’s little sister. It’s guy code. I can’t be with her, even if I wanted to.” She drops her gaze to her knee, where she picks at an old scab. “Are you saying you’re interested?”

fan. Keep lying to yourself. My subconscious was speaking but I swear I don't understand. It's not like I like-like him or anything. He's just my brother's best friend. Or your love's best friend is your brother. It says again. I groan in frustration. It's okay Isabella, it's all good. No need to worry yourself, okay? It's just Quincy. And his cute-handsome face that always makes me go crazy. His scent always leaves a trail of goosebumps on my body. And I'm totally going crazy.

I chuckled at the memory. “ Never would I have thought that the little girl in my arms would be my future bride. ” I wiped the tear that fell out of the corner of my eyes. “ You've been there for me through thick and thin. You were the Bestiest friend I could ever ask for and girlfriend? You were more than I could ask for. ”

She was defending me because she thought I was dating Tracy's elder brother. " It's the younger brother .......". I replied waiting for her to yell . She kept mute for a while something that is very unlike her . " So what if he's younger ? Who cares? She loves him and that's all that matters". She eventually replied and I smiled gently . " My boyfriend is three years younger than I am and we don't care ,his family knows and we are doing fine ,it's your friend's bestie and that's just problematic !" She continued and I didn't know when I stood up and hugged her .

Because who the hell was I to even claim him? I wasn't his girlfriend. Neither was I his wife. I didn't have any right to him. I was only his best friend who he fucks when he feels like. And for me? I was not only his best friend who loves how hard he fucks me and how good he always makes it feel. I also love… Don't speak further, Savannah. You'll ruin what's left of your friendship. God, this was so damn messed up.

For three years, Damon had existed at the center of my world so completely that sometimes I genuinely struggled to remember what my life looked like before him. At first, he was simply my best friend. The charming, frustratingly handsome business student who sat beside me during freshman orientation while making sarcastic comments under his breath about the dean’s painfully long speech, and by the end of that day, we were already laughing together like we had known each other forever. Then came the late night study sessions, the coffee dates that stopped feeling platonic far too quickly. And eventually, Damon became the person I called first every morning and the last person I spoke to every

"Elena, look at me. Keep your eyes on me. You're going to be okay, I've got you." He pulled me from the wreckage moments before the car caught fire. Held me in his arms as I shook uncontrollably, pressing my face into his chest so I wouldn't have to watch the flames consume what could have been my tomb. After that, everything changed. We became inseparable, Dominic and I. He was my brother Marcus's best friend, yes, but after the accident, he became something more: my protector, the one who knew all my secrets. He was the person I called at 2 a.m. when I couldn't sleep, who showed up with coffee and a stupid joke to make me laugh. We spent hours together… walking along the beach, cooking ter

“Who is that?” I choked on a laugh. “Ava—” “Isla,” she whispered loudly, still staring. “Why is there a tall, tattooed, intimidating, ridiculously fine man standing next to you like he just walked out of a crime documentary but also a Calvin Klein ad?” I covered my mouth, trying not to laugh. Ben snorted behind her. I leaned closer, whispering back, “He’s my boyfriend.” Ava’s jaw dropped. “YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND?!”

“And you’re spending it alone?” I let out a bitter laugh. “Well, I was supposed to spend it with my boyfriend. Untill he and my best friend decided fucking eachother after prom was more important than showing up” I had just off-loaded my entire villain origin story on his man. His expression darkened. “Your best friend?” “Best girlfriend,” I corrected, downing the last of my drink. “So, yeah, happy birthday to me.” He studied me for a long moment, and then, without breaking eye contact, he reached for my hand.