Dear Ex Best Friend Novels & Stories

Then, in bold, colorful lettering written in crayon (and obviously transcribed by someone else beneath for clarity), it read: “To the Best Mommy in the World, You’re the boss now, and I’m proud of you. Daddy and I are fighting the meanies. You can do this. Love, Eira.”

Laughing, I shake my head. Max is my oldest and best friend. We’ve known each other since high school and come from the same background. We both have crappy parents, so we jelled immediately. He knows all about my problem. Max went through the whole Evie thing with me from start to finish. There are only two people I trust in this shitty world, and Max is one of them. I hear the shower turn off, so I quickly text him back. Good to know that you wanted to screw someone who looked like my ex-wife, fuckface.

When he opened the door, his friend Frédéric was waiting for him. "Oh man, did you follow me?"asked Zed " Yes a little" replied Frédéric " You left the girls alone?"asked Zed "And you left your girlfriend alone on the track where all the gorillas are staring at her."answered Frédéric " Hmm, she's not my girlfriend, just a long-time friend."replied Zed " I don't believe in mixed friendships man, she's hot and obviously you make her fall in love, just see how she looks at you and don't tell me that you don't fall in love too."said Frédéric

Anika “I did not know that what you were going through all of this all this time.” I smiled softly at Felicia. She was my best friend—well, to be fair, she was my only friend. Fierce, bold, loyal to a fault. The kind of person who would burn bridges for you without a second thought. I think the only reason I never told her about everything with Simon was because I knew she would make me do something about it. Something reckless. Something final.

Hello there ex-best friend, It's been so long since we last talked and honestly... I don't know if I will ever be ready to talk to you again or not. Too much happened between us and our friendship became scarred for life just like my heart was scarred with your unmerciful words and unforgiving actions.

I bent down to remove the shattered pierces of vase, my finger got cut and bled, "ouch!" Still I've none to care about me, so rather than wasting my time on shredding tears, I completed the work, just as I finished cleaning, my phone buzzed with a message from my best friend. "There’s a get-together with all our old friends from school, aren’t you coming?"

She urged and I smiled as I nodded. She looked so concerned that I couldn’t find it in me to tell her that the only person I’d feel totally comfortable talking to about this kind of thing was Scarlett. I needed my own best friend, I still wanted to cry in her arms and tell her about how I’d found my ex-boyfriend cheating on me, how my father had signed me off to a monster. I miss my best friend so much. “Enzo is a monster, let’s just leave it at that, I really don’t want to talk about it.” I finally said and I was glad when she didn’t push.

She no longer was my friend. "I'm right here. Sorry I was running late." Exodus said as he came to sit down. He smiled at her not at all receiving a smile back. It's like she locked the real her away. She was lifeless.

Dex is my best friend, and surprisingly, the only friend I have, considering the fact that we've known each other since middle school. "Hey, baby. " He winks as he leans against the locker and I say, "How come you're here so fast? I thought you needed to resolve some issues?" "She was just being dramatic as usual, and I tried to call you, but it wasn't going through. " He explains as he leans away from the locker to step to my side and I hum, "You could have just sent a text like you previously did. " "Bummer, isn't it?" He smiles and I roll my eyes.

“Just come.” I hung up and put the phone face down. It didn’t stay quiet, another buzz came in. Damien. “You can still stop this.” I stared at it and dropped my phone, I didn’t answer. Then another one. “If Vale keeps you there, I will make sure every board member knows what kind of man he is.” I typed before I could talk myself out of it. “You were thrusting in on my best friend in our matrimonial bed. Don’t talk to me about what kind of man anybody is.”