Gifting Me To His Best Friend Novels & Stories

I asked him “There is nothing she can do; Brenda must have told her she saw me” he responded. “Their cousin?” I asked and he nodded in affirmation. “I knew I have a handsome father”, I teased him. “Too bad I got my eyes on only one person” he replied. “You had better do it because she is my best friend. I won’t remember you are my father when I introduce her to another man that will treat her right” “You are trying to get my wolf angry on purpose” he cautioned, but I only smiled.

he asked, his voice snapping me out of my thoughts. I turned to look at him briefly and nodded. “Yes, it’s yours. I never got to thank you for it,” I handed it to him. He reached out to collect it and our fingers touched. My eyes flew to his as sparks flew. He was giving me that look of longing again. I can’t understand how he can look at me like that when he is in love with my best friend, it’s not right. It didn’t feel right. It felt like a betrayal.

"Two years and you still smell amazing. What is your scent? Jasmine?" "No, lavender." I moved away before my body could betray me further. "Come in, dinner's almost ready." They followed me behind and I could feel their eyes on me the entire walk. These two people were Vincent's best friends, the men who'd been there through his recovery, who visited every month without fail. Vincent waited in his wheelchair by the dining table, with a genuine smile as they greeted him. Two years ago, he'd been the one turning heads, the one making me feel desired with just a look. Now he couldn't even stand without help.

I muttered, though there was no annoyance in it. Then she pulled out another one. "This is for your friend." I glanced at it. "For Maddy? But I thought you loved just bullying him... Are you even giving a gift to him?" She shook her head immediately. "No never." "Then?" "This is for the one who gave you that delicious dessert last time." My hand paused slightly. Of course.... She is speaking about Zachary, the man who haunts me like a ghost. "Why him?" I raised an eyebrow, keeping my tone casual.

"I'll try to do better next time. I never want to do anything to jeopardize our friendship." "You're not getting rid of me that easily." I bump Natasha's shoulder playfully. "Best friends fight sometimes. It's part of the deal." "You're the best, you know that?" Natasha pulls me into another quick hug. "I don't say it enough, but I'm so grateful for you. My life would be empty without my partner in crime." I feel my eyes prickle with tears and blink them back. Natasha and I have been through so much together over the years. Our friendship is a lifeline I cling to during my darkest times.

Reece snickers and sips on her water. I turn to my friend, “Thanks for doing this, man. That was quite a bit of money, though.” He shrugs, “I felt bad about not getting her a gift, so this is my gift to her.” I chuckle, “Oh, you gave her a birthday gift this morning, believe me.” He takes me by the arm and pulls me aside, “Hey, do you mind telling me what it is that we are doing?” His question takes me aback for a moment, “What do you mean?”

"Oh my! I was being monitored!" "Who gifted this to you? Your new found boyfriend is a creep?" I asked, feeling myself swell with anger already. I was so going to pull the little guy apart if she just said yes. "N-no, Bryant didn't give this to me." "Who did, then?" I questioned her, assuring myself that I was just being a protective father figure to her. "My... Francesca, my best friend" she mumbled. "Your best friend?" I was surprised at the answer I got.

I think we were running off pure adrenaline by the end of it. I chuckled, but my eyes slid to Allison, and there was a worried furrow in my brow. "Sounds like you two have had quite the adventure," I said. Hannah grinned. "Definitely. Allison is my rock. I don't know what I'd do without her. Allison's flush deepened. She was grateful and full of guilt at Hannah's praise, relieved she had her support, but at the same time, sickeningly reminded of the secret she kept from her best friend. She glanced across me, I returned a small, encouraging smile.

He then began to put the two halves together, showing the whole: “Best friends" "I love it! Thank you very much Domi. ” It was honestly one of the best gifts I had ever received.Dominique and I have always had this thing of surpassing ourselves to offer gifts. To tell the truth, by the latter, he had beaten me flatly. I needed to improve my game. "If I ever miss you, you can just look at this, and remind yourself that I will be there waiting for you, when you come back," he said sincerely, putting away his keys.

His actions are creepy and he is scarily crazy. "I won't deny the fact that Philip was my best friend, but when I saw you, I preferred spending time with him at home just for you," he said, placing another kiss on my neck. "I used to find excuses to visit your home so that I could see you, hear your giggles, see you smiling, and steal your things to keep them with me. They always make me feel complete and there was not even a single night when I didn't imagine you beside me." A tear escaped from the corner of my eye. We always welcomed him as a nice man, treated him with love, and gave him homely vibes. My family and I were completely unaware of his intentions.