Goodnight Bestie Novels & Stories

I know we started wet dreams a little messy and rough around the edges but this one this one will be the best one yet! With love, Josie ✨

She said, They both laid there, it was calm and peaceful. The best Gaby had gotten in a very long time. She closed her eyes, allowing the words to sink into her head. It was going to be fine, she had just told someone the same thing now. He was going to come around, she believed it. ************* “I’ll have the fries, a strawberry drink and a full chicken.” Gaby said to the attendant, her lips in a bright smile as she stood on her toes.

I set my phone under my pillow, snuggling closer to his body with my leg crossing over his own legs, “Good night, Alpha.” “Good night, biscuits.”

"I love you, Alexis, and if you give me a chance, I will—" "Okay, I'm going to bed." I abruptly ended the conversation and dashed to my bedroom. "I'll show you what being loved means," he roared behind me. I did not turn back. "I'm better than..." He paused. Was he actually going to compare himself to Elliot? That would be a mess. I locked the door and collapsed on the bed without changing or taking a shower. Sleep was my one way out, the one drug that made everything disappear. "Perhaps he'll wake up and realise he drank too much.” I muttered, "That has to be it… Maybe he was high. Definitely one of those two.”

She was sleeping again, her face was calm, her hand rested near the edge of the bed. Even in her confusion, she was still beautiful. And I couldn’t help but whisper to the empty hallway, “You’ll remember me, Tracy. Even if it takes time. I’ll make you remember.” I turned off the lights and walked quietly toward her room, stopping beside her bed. I brushed a stray strand of hair from her forehead. “Goodnight, my love,” I murmured softly. “You may have forgotten who I am, but I’ll remind you every single day until you remember.”

"Because they go to the moon. My mama says the moon is where the dreams go." Adrian went still for a second. I felt my breath hitch. That was something I’d told Adrian years ago, one night when we were looking at the stars from his balcony. He cleared his throat, his gaze dropping to his coffee cup. "Your mama is right. The moon is a good place for dreams." The brunch proceeded with an agonizing slowness. Adrian and Julian traded passive-aggressive barbs under the guise of professional discussion. "I noticed the Thorne-Bio overhead is significantly lower than our usual internal projects," Adrian remarked, leaning back. "You must have a very... frugal lifestyle in Seattle, Cross."

"I'm going to bed now. Goodnight, Sebestian. I can't wait to see you too." "Goodnight, baby. Dream of me. I'll definitely have you in my dreams." Sebestian teased, and Adria spluttered and said her final goodbyes before hanging up, just hearing Sebestian laugh before the line went silent. Adria sighed and grinned. She was so smitten with that man. She trashed the couch before getting up to get ready for bed. She was exhausted, and she just wanted to sleep the night away, thinking and dreaming about Sebestian.

Making us cuddle. "Good night"He mumbles falling asleep. "Good night" Tomorrow is gonna be a long day. I hope we start talking again. ... ...

An ominous premonition came to me as I answered the call. A nurse's anxious voice came through, "Is this Ms. Leigh? This is the emergency department of Privus Hospital. Your friend, Rachel Jost, has been admitted for poisoning. Please come immediately!"

I did everything to be a good friend, only to be treated as my so-called best friend’s scapegoat. When her husband found cigarette ash in their house, she claimed I was the one smoking. When she snuck off for a private rendezvous with her lover, she told him she was celebrating my birthday. And when she got pregnant, she pinned the blame on me again, declaring I was consumed with jealousy—that I had spiked her drink and hired someone to violate her. Enraged, her husband marched to my doorstep wielding a blade and hacked me to death. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the exact day she had asked me to cover for her affair.