Novel & Cerita Crossing The Lines ( Sleeping With My Best Friends)

"He’s my best friend, and I’ve already crossed a line by... by sleeping with you, which was a mistake" I flinched at the way he said it—so clinical, so detached. But I kept my face neutral, unwilling to let him see how much his words stung. "It doesn’t have to be complicated," I said, stepping closer still, trying to make him understand. "No one has to know. It’s just between us, Caden."

I rode his hand shamelessly, hips rolling as he whispered filthy praises in my ear about how tight and wet I was for him, how he had imagined this exact scenario every time I visited their house over the years. I came hard on his fingers, clenching around them while waves of ecstasy crashed through me, muffling my cry against his chest. He didn’t stop until I trembled, then brought his glistening fingers to his mouth and tasted me with dark eyes locked on mine. “Better than I dreamed,” he growled. I reached for his shorts, freeing his thick, hard cock, stroking the hot length as precum beaded at the tip. He hissed, hips jerking into my touch, but pulled back just enough to meet my gaze. “Not

I knew I had crossed the line by sleeping with my best friend’s wife but I couldn’t hold myself back the moment she walked in to my space, breathing the same air as she looked at me with those bedroom eyes, that stripped me the last bit of my control. I saw an opportunity and I grabbed it selfishly. I wasn’t going to turn a blind eye on her when she’d presented herself in front of me to claim. I smiled devilishly “Whatever I want I get.” From the very first day I laid my sight on her, I fell hard for her. I was just a bystander scheming for a moment alone with her. Now, she’s never getting away from me. After sleeping in my bed, she is not allowed to look at another man, not even my best fri

and suddenly the crying girl giggled making us look at her strangely " I am Hana and I feel like I just met my new best friends but my ex boyfriend slept with my bitchy ex best friend" she said and resumed sobbing. Sara sat on the other side of Hana while we calmed her down. That was the beginning of our friendship. *******************end of flashback******************* "Earth to Lia!!" Hana says snapping her fingers infront of my face "what's got you so far away Lia? is it the interview again?" Sara ask

“You’re his secretary, and you two always work together. I thought it wouldn’t be a problem if you went together, right?” It shouldn’t be a problem. In any other circumstance, there would be nothing wrong with sharing a ride with her friend’s husband. But under the current situation, neither Sierra nor Axton would enjoy the awkwardness of sitting together in the same car. Since they worked at the same company, there was nothing wrong with riding to work with her best friend’s husband. The real issue was the fact that she had slept with her best friend’s husband. “You two… did it, didn’t you?” Callie asked, her eyes meeting Sierra’s. “You slept with him, right?”

***TRIGGER WARNING: Scenes of Sexual Assault in this chapter. [Kali’s POV] “Fuck it,” I said while looking down at her sleeping form. I am taking her now. She is mine to do anything I want with. Her vulnerability and frailty were exposed for my pleasure on the glass bed I had custom-made just for her. The chains that held her arms to the wall above her head and her ankles to each side of the foot of the bed, mixed with my lust to bury myself deep inside of her, consumed my mind.

And that can’t happen again. Her scent hit my nose and my hands started to shake. She smelt amazing. I sucked in my breath but instead of stopping the drunken feeling in my head, it only made things worse. If I was still a status I would have probably seen that line that was invisible to us normal werewolf. Never thought I’d say I was a normal werewolf. Thought I knew exactly where that line was and once her left foot crossed the line, I rushed towards her. She slammed against a tree, her arms being held by my hands.

I want to hear everything. Then I opened my laptop, cursor blinking against the white screen, and started a new document. The title came easily this time. “Crossing the Line: When Love and Ambition Learn to Breathe Together.” I wrote the first line slowly, smiling to myself. Some stories don’t end when you close the chapter. They just learn how to keep going. That night, when Ethan’s face filled my screen — tired but smiling — I realized it wasn’t the distance that defined us anymore. It was the choice to keep showing up.

, I said as I looked at myself in the mirror, admiring my beauty. "Okay then, I will pick you up in the next 10minutes" Edin, my best friend said as he ended the call. Meanwhile, as I was looking at the mirror, my mind flashed back to the days we became friends and gradually best friends. Just like yesterday, I laughed remembering how I was a popular girl which no one could pass without glancing at and I was also a troublesome girl(that was part of my hobby).

“Then stop acting like it does.” “I’m not acting.” “Then what are you doing?” Another step closer. This time… Noticeable. “Being honest.” My heart picked up slightly. Annoying. Unwelcome. Uncontrollable. “You’re crossing a line,” I said. “Which one?” “All of them.” “You’re the one who drew them.” “Yes.” “And you’re the one who keeps stepping over them.” Silence. Because that… hit. Harder than I expected. “I’m not the only one,” he added.