Carta Para Tu Mejor Amiga นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Right from when we were both kids,my sister was the perfect daughter, she always did what was expected of her when it was expected of her and as a result was everyone's favorite, but I didn't mind, in fact loved it, because with everyone's attention on her, I was free to do what I wanted whenever I wanted. One day when I was fourteen I came in here with the boy I was dating and a bunch of our other friends, and one of the kids dared us all to go off deeper into the woods by ourselves and bring back a kill. Somehow I got lost and stumbled into the fayronas territory. I would have had my soul sucked out but I made a bargain to give them two other souls

“I’ll make time this week so we can do all that we planned to do.” “Liv, you don’t have to stress yourself….” “I want to.” She said and then she put an arm around me. “I miss my best friend.” “I miss my best friend too.” I told her softly. “So, what do you say bestie. Would you be my date to the homecoming dance?” She asked me with one raised eyebrow. How did we get here? I wondered. I wanted to tell her about Brad and I. I needed to but somehow this whole conversation had changed things.

Ciera had left leaving me a letter for goodbye. Dear best friend I didn’t want to interrupt your alone time with your mate. We are going to talk to the phone every day after all. I am sad that I am leaving you, you are the closest to the family that I had. I would have said that you are like a brother to me but it would be gross to have kissed my brother. Give me a talk as soon as you can to discuss the news. Xo xo xo Your bestie for life I’ve been calling every day since that but her phone is out of service and I am worrying sick. She must had arrived at the royal pack at the same day. Maybe she is occupied meeting everyone but that’s not like Ciera to turn her phone off for days.

On the side, I spotted a little card, Cara and I read it together… ‘Dear ALEXANDER LA’VARDO Welcome back from your vacation. I hope that you had a wonderful and relaxing time with your beloved fiancé. Please accept this gift with open arms as it is a gift from the depths of my heart. I’m sure that this gift will be very useful to you. P.S. for your eyes only Lots of love Yours truly ’

So I quickly opened the card I saw earlier on top, it surely has a name for who this is for. Dearest Alex, I know you badly wanted this one, I always saw you, staring at your phone, looking for these stuffs, I may not be there in the past eighteen years of your life, but I promise to keep loving you, to treasure you and to cherish you, you will not be alone, as long as you have me, you are my star, you are my moon, use this and chase for your dreams, I will be here whenever you need me. Happy birthday to you.

CIARA "Please... how the hell he thinks I'd actually go on a date with him for real is beyond my imagination. I don't even like the guy." I tossed my phone onto the glossy tabletop, the screen buzzing with a final, unread text from Carlista. I didn't need to read it to know what my best friend was saying. It would be some variation of "Be careful'"or "Don't murder him until the contract is signed."

"I can't keep doing this, Collen. The guilt is eating me alive. Every time I see her. Every time I look at my best friend, all I can think about is how we've betrayed her." For a moment, I allowed myself to lean into his touch and draw comfort from the warmth of his hand. Then the moment was gone, and reality came crashing down around me once more. I pulled away, and there was some distance between us. "You should go," I said quietly, my voice amazingly steady despite the turmoil within me. Taking a deep breath to steady myself, I said, "And Collen, from now on, don't just come over unannounced. Let me know when you're coming so that I will be prepared."

That was just one of many things I hadn’t told her. “You’re nothing like that, okay? For Christ’s sake, look at you. You’re beautiful. You’re a writer—a popular one, working on her second book. And you’re my BEST FRIEND! If that doesn’t scream identity, I don’t know what does,” she said fiercely. I gave her a small smile. I was her best friend—that was enough. “You never asked who told her that,” I said after a moment. She stilled, her body tensing. “No.”

It was his Platinum American Express Card… oh, and a little note. “You are a part of my life. Everything I have belongs to you. Take care of yourself. I want to make sure that you are well taken care of.”

Not when her eyes fell on the last words of the letter. “I don’t think you’ll be happy when you actually meet me. But, I think it's okay. You will always be my best friend. Even if you hate me one day, when you find out who I am. Come back safe, I'll be waiting. See you soon, my penpal friend.” God, she was much stupider than she thought.