From Best Friend To Fiancé Mga Nobela at Kwento

“ So what you're saying is that—” “ I like you. ” I spat out and scrunched my eyes shut. I had done it. I had really done it. I had never been so bold as to confess to a guy before, but then again, I don't think I have ever liked anyone as much as I liked Christian. I don't think I had ever had a one night stand and I don't stalk guys either. He really had me doing a lot of things I would never have done otherwise. “ Melanie, you don't know what you are saying. ” Christian finally said. I opened my eyes to see his hair scattered. He must have ran his hands through it. “ I am your fiancé's best friend. “

“I’m just saying—I don’t have a girlfriend. Not a girlfriend girlfriend. But I do have a girlfriend. You—because you’re my girl and my friend. You get it?” I groan. “ No, I don't. Do not even go there.” “Fine, fine,” he says, throwing his hands up again. “Bestie then. I don’t have a girlfriend, but I do have a bestie—so I can spoil my bestie.” I just stare at him, feeling completely trapped in his world. “You're not going to regret this bestie.“ He assures me taking my hand and holding it firmly. His eyes sparkling and a huge smile on his face.

His smile grew wider, “Like best friends.” “Best friends…” I blinked at him in confusion. Never in nine lifetimes would I think about a mate bond like this. “Why?” He asked, “Won’t having a fated best friend make you happy?” I looked away, “That’s not how a mate bond works…” I rubbed my arm with my other hand, “It’s for lifetime partners…” “We could try,” He shook the hand up and down that he was presenting to me, waiting for my response, “What do you say?”

“Looks like it takes your best friend to get things done.” Jane cocked her brows and flaunted, “Of course, the power of best friends is immense. It’s incomparable to a boyfriend.” Frank emphasized seriously. “It’s fiance.” Jane replied, “You only become a fiance after proposing.” I watched their banter with a wry smile, pulling Frank down to sit and have breakfast. I asked, “Your father collapsed? How is he?” He concentrated on drinking his oat porridge without looking up. “He’ll live.” “That’s good.”

"I, Jason Knight, will be your one and only male Bestie as from now on." "Excuse me? " "I am not going to change you because in my eyes you are already perfection," he winked at me seductively, " but we sure are going to have some revenge. No, I am not going to be your fake boyfriend, way too cliche. Instead you, Babes, will be my new best friend." I raised my eyebrow. "Do you know what you are called in school?" I shook my head.

“I hope you saw it to finish, and you saw where I turned him down? And for the records, he is my best friend and not my boyfriend.” “What best friend asks his best friend to be his girlfriend? You have the worst set of friends.” “It happens. Best friends date and marry their best friends, so don't make it look like a big deal.” “I see. So you want to date your best friend? Need I remind you that you are married to me?” “I am aware of that, dear contract husband.”

Loving my boyfriend's best friend wasn't the worst feeling ever in my life. Instead, it was the best thing ever to happen to me. Fate had its way of doing things. Like Shawn and I. We were soul mates. We had to be together for a short time so that Harry and I can realize how we both felt. Though, being with Shawn wasn't what I wanted. I knew deep down that my heart longed for someone else and I kept on pushing that feeling away by ruining someone else's, Shawn. It was all my fault but people make mistakes and make amends. I hope Shawn would be able to get over this. Speaking of which, Shawn was released from prison but we haven't met to till now. I don't know if I'll be able to face him. The

'' I assure him. Even though we're no longer a couple, it's never wrong to want each other to receive a happy life. A happy ending. It may seem as if I've found my source of happiness which is my best friend, Aidan but little does he know that this is all just a lie—a year long lie.

Our nine-year friendship has been smooth-sailing since we met on our first year of college. There is a secret though that I've been keeping. I don't know when it happened and how, but I just feel it—I like my bestfriend a lot, much more than a bro normally would. Ever since our Bio days, he has been helping me with my academic and extracurricular work. I am a good student but he pushes me to become better. It's not like we're competing with each other. No, not like that. Instead, he motivates me to do the best that I can, because he also does the same. This is why when we're together, we're unstoppable. Our tandem wins almost all inter-university quiz bees that our professors sends us to joi

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.