Gifting Me To His Best Friend Novels & Stories

I think she's still gonna take care of her sister. Everything we did is wonderful especially our last conversation. _______________________________ " You know what? I'm so comfortable whenever I'm with you. I don't know why but it's been a long time since I've been this way. I sometimes wonder if you're related to my best friend that's why you and he have the same personality. But maybe not. It's impossible. So ahm-- here!... " She gave something to me. " ... It's a thank you gift. Thank you for making my day... "

For a second, her heart raced and a strange wave of ecstasy ran through her body, leaving her almost boneless in the midst of the unspeakable joy of having heard that phrase. Until she realized that those words certainly didn't have the context her mind had imagined. In fact, it was undoubtedly the product of emotion, friendship and affection he felt for her. They were dear friends – best friends, even – and she had just given him back an object that had incalculable sentimental value. He didn't love her romantically. He loved her only as the friend who had given him a most special gift. Yes, it was just that. And it was fine.

"Really?" He asked. I nodded. "Yeah. It is a thing we do for each other as best friends." Imogen lied again. Damn, she is always ready. I nodded in agreement as I picked up the box and put it in my bag. "That's cool. My best friends hardly get me things. Well, Lucas tries, but I haven't gotten a thing from Manuel. I mostly do the gifting. But hey, I am not complaining. I love gifting people." He said.

“But… it’s best if you open it inside.” I narrowed my eyes at him. “So… if it’s not a bribe, why am I getting this?” He chuckled, leaning back against his seat. “Is it a crime to give something to a friend?” “Friend?” I raised a brow. “Yes. We are friends, right?” I pursed my lips, pretending to think. “Well… considering the multiple times you introduced me as your friend today… do I even have a choice?” “Nope.” His smirk deepened. “I don’t think you do.”

He complimented me with a charming smile that sent waves of blush all over my face. “Thank you.” I smiled hard. “Alright, I asked him to buy a few gifts that I could give you as a surprise.” Carla said excitedly as she collected the bag, and handed it over to me. I felt overwhelmed with emotions, and fought back the tears. It felt good to have my best friend back after years of being alone. “Thank you so much, Carla.” I thanked her and pulled her into a tight hug. “I’m glad I’m making your day better, best friend.”

“This one’s from Ava.” My stomach clenched. I couldn’t let her open my crappy gift, not here, not in front of everyone. I opened my mouth to stop her, but it was too late. She’d already torn open the gift and was reaching into the box. “It’s a...mug,” she said, confused at first. Then she turned it over and saw the “Warrior of the Year” I’d painted onto it. The room fell silent, and I wanted to disappear. She was supposed to be my best friend, and I’d given her the worst gift of the night.

he said as he stared at me "Anna has been my best friend since childhood and I really love her but you stole her away from me, I actually want to get revenge but I think I give up now, I give up.. The music star position is yours and Anna is also yours... But I have a request to make, pls don't ever hurt her because she's special and I hope you take good care of her " he said and cut the call He smiled at me then brought out a bracelet, it was the bracelet I gave him when we were young

“Other than, partying, drinking, and sleeping around… I had happy memories with you then too… little sis.” He reached out and curled a strand of hair around his finger, “Being your one and only bestest friend in the entire world… I feel I owe it to you.” He slipped the strand of hair behind my hair, “To tell you, you look like absolute shit,’ He said. He flashed me his sweet crooked smile while he spat anything but sweet words.

My paternal instincts flare—I want to comfort my little girl and strangle the bastard who hurt her best friend and made her cry. “I didn’t want anyone to know, G—not because you weren’t a good friend; you were the best. I just wanted my time with you to be free of that. You were my escape, and I’m glad I had that. Now stop crying—you know how your father gets. He’ll want to shoot whoever made you cry.” Gianna laughs. “Dad won’t shoot you. He loves you.” I clench my jaw. *You don’t know how right you are, baby girl. Will you forgive me when you learn I fell in love with your best friend?*

I shrugged. “Nah, I don’t think my mum will be too surprised.” I said. “Last year at Bella’s birthday I told my mum to get a rare original copy of Harry Potter’s Chamber of Secrets. It’s Bella’s favorite copy and i was too shy, I gifted her without a card or a note so she couldn’t tell it was from me. Mum asked me if I had a crush on Bella.” “And what did you say?” Henry prodded, his eyes wide open in interested.