From Best Friend To Fiancé 소설 & 이야기

After all, it’s for their future and I want nothing but the best for my best friend. Babe. That has been our endearment for a long time. He insisted on that callsign. Just by that word, he could imagine I am his girlfriend for real. I didn't want the idea though. I don't want him to expect something romantic from me. I couldn't stop him. He's stubborn and his persistence is beyond the clouds. He said he would let us stay best friends if I let him use that word babe. He blackmailed me. Nevertheless, it is just an endearment anyway and our friendship is something more important.

Now more than ever, I want to put an end to Theo and everything else before our child is born. “We are good and I accept the fact that you will always be important to her, so even though I don’t like you, I have to put up with you.” I told him. He nodded. “I have a few things to say to your best friend, I wonder if you can call him over.” “Why?” I asked him. “He is mated to my sister,” I kind of forgot that part. “You knew and you were doubting him?” I let out. He shrugged his shoulders.

“That is, if you choose him. And even if you don’t—I’m sure Ryan will be okay. Isn’t that right, babe?” Ryan didn’t even blink. “He’ll be fine,” he murmured. “Even if he doesn’t choose me. We’ll have someone take care of him.” I frowned. “What do you mean, take care of him?” She blinked innocently. “I’m his best friend. Obviously, I’ll take perfect care of him.” Best friend? Female best friend? I turned to Ryan, mouth slightly open. “You didn’t tell me you had a female best friend.” He finally looked up, face unreadable. “You didn’t know?”

Such was their bond. Park Kyo became a closer friend of mine, A best friend to be precise, a person who you value above other friends in your life, someone you have fun with, someone you trust and someone in whom you confide. The first person you call when you get good news or want to go out for a bite to eat is an example of a best friend, and Kyo perfectly fitted this example.

MIA "You heard me." I scoffed. "He hasn't even started walking yet." "He is my best man. I'll get him a tiny car or something." I scoffed. "You are unbelievable. What about Caleb?" "What about him?" "Isn't he your best friend?" "Best friend?" "That's what he called you. His best friend." "Really?" I nodded. He hummed. "You didn't know that?" He shrugged, caressing my back. "Isn't he your best friend?"

It made me wonder what kind of role he would take up as an actor in the future but suddenly, he accepted this? “Who ….he?” Ethan asked as we both slowed down. “Liam” I dropped and Ethan stiffened for a moment. I noticed the way his expression hardened and the slight shift in his eyes. “What?” I asked, turning to look at him, arms crossed. He forced out a smile, “ah —ah, it's nothing! I mean it's Liam, your best friend.” he shrugged, keeping the plastic smile on. “What do you mean?” I asked and he shook his head, as if the question made him feel cold.

"She doesn't know as many skills as you do. You really know how to turn me on. You are submissive and easy to control, while she is… very challenging.” “You shouldn't talk about her like that,” Elena's voice sounded, laced with feigned concern, “After all, she is your fiancée and… my friend. I won't let you talk badly about her.” Julian's voice sounded back, laced with lust and impatience, “So what? She is in the UK at the moment. She doesn't know you are in her bed, in her room. With her fiance…” After that, the sound that echoed was the sound of kisses and smooches.

It couldn’t be. I had to be wrong. There were a lot of men in New York, a lot of scars… The phone slipped from my grasp, landing softly on the rug. I stared at it, my heart about to explode. This couldn’t be real. Maya was my best friend. Luciano was my fiancé. They couldn't stand each other. Maya thought Luciano was too dangerous for me. Luciano thought Maya was a bad influence… I practically had to chain them to their chairs just to get through one dinner. It only happened once.

“We are just friends.” Jessica gave me a look. “Friends don’t look at each other the way he looks at you. Or the way you say his name.” “I do not say his name weird.” “You say it like a sigh. Luciano. Like he’s both your problem and your solution.” I laughed, embarrassed, then set the glass down and curled my knees under me. “He’s been my best friend since we were kids. He knows all the versions of me—the awkward one with braces, the broke college student, the girl who used to cry over fashion week rejection emails and I’m pretty sure he doesn’t see me that way either.”

"HOW IS DUELING THIS ASSHOLE MAKING FRIENDS!?" "Well someone out there must want Tard dead." "Tars his name is Tard... AAH Damnit Tars! And while that's all fine and dandy, but what friend does that gain you!?" "You'll be my friend." "I already am your friend! Wait when did I get demoted to just friend!?" "Okay fine I'll allow you to be my lover." "Wha- We already agreed that I was a fiance! Bottom of the totem pole, but still on the damn thing!"