I Fall In Love With My Best Friend Novels & Stories

I couldn't see anything — and I didn't want to see. What for? I would go to hell with him. I felt the bed. He sat me down on it. "I fell in love with you, damn it!" he confessed, pushing me away a little. I looked at his face there, panting. "I fell in love, Maria Vitória. I'm madly in love at forty-four." "Forty-four?" He nodded. It was crazy. We both knew it. "I know it won't last. I'm throwing away a friendship of years because of an unbearably hot girl."

A framed photo of him and Lily smiled at her from the bookshelf, father and daughter, their relationship uncomplicated by the poison of Emma's feelings. *What kind of person falls in love with her best friend's father?* The answer came swift and brutal: *The worst kind.* Emma ran for miles that afternoon, pushing herself until her lungs burned and her legs trembled. But no matter how far she went, no matter how hard she pushed, she couldn't outrun the truth. She was falling for Marcus Blake. Her best friend's father. And judging by the look in his eyes that morning, by the careful way he avoided touching her, by the message burning on her phone, he was in love with her too.

“Listen, Evelyn. I would not bring this up if I did not think it was going to be a good opportunity. It is just like you said. You still have two months left until you have to go to San Francisco, and in the time you are here, unless you agree to let me help you out, you will have to get a job and this is the best offer right now. “Besides, Cassian knows you and he would trust you to take care of his kid, so, that makes the process for getting the job easier than any other you could try for.” I sighed as I thought about the man. Cassian James. Cassian was my brother’s best friend. They had been best friends nearly all their lives, ever since they could talk. Everett grew up with him. While t

“You’re magic, you know that?” She tilted her head. “Magic?” “Yeah,” I said quietly. “You always know how to pull me out of a bad headspace. Even when I don’t realize I need it.” She smiled, then bumped my knee with hers. “That’s what best friends are for, right?” I looked at her a beat too long. Best friends, she said. But the way my chest tightened… it was something else. I didn’t say it out loud, but in that moment, I knew:

"I'm sorry. I know it's stupid, and you can't, um..." I moved closer to her. "It's not stupid, but you haven't answered me." I reached out and cupped her cheek, brushing away a tear with my thumb. God, she was crying. I'd never seen that before. "Are you in love with me?" "Cindy, you're my best friend." Tears were running freely down her face now. "You're the most beautiful, smartest, most incredible woman I've ever known, and when I hold you I feel like I can fly. Of course I love you. But I don't want to lose this."

, I said as I looked at myself in the mirror, admiring my beauty. "Okay then, I will pick you up in the next 10minutes" Edin, my best friend said as he ended the call. Meanwhile, as I was looking at the mirror, my mind flashed back to the days we became friends and gradually best friends. Just like yesterday, I laughed remembering how I was a popular girl which no one could pass without glancing at and I was also a troublesome girl(that was part of my hobby).

Cristina's PVO .. "I want you." "You're so handsome." [giggling] "I mean, you're so hot." "You're drunk; you might regret this in the morning." "I...I want to kiss your lips; they look so appetizing." God, I can barely get out of this bed. Everything's replaying in my head like a broken record. Why did I do that? What's wrong with me? I just cheated on my boyfriend with my best friend. I let him touch me like that... and God knows what else.

The world had continued to exist in its usual arrangement and yet something felt fundamentally different about all of it, the way a room looks slightly unfamiliar after you have been away from it for a long time, even when nothing inside has changed. I had enjoyed the night. That was the honest part, the part I could admit to myself while I was still alone in the quiet of the room with nobody watching my face. I had enjoyed it more than I wanted to, and that was exactly where the problem began, because Matthew was not someone I was supposed to enjoy anything with. Matthew was Scott's best friend.

Baby, how can I tell you that you’ve captured my heart from day one? How can I convince you that you are the only one I want to spend every waking moment with? You are my best friend, Babe. You are my best friend, Honey. You are my best friend, Darling. Best friends to lovers that's what we are oh.. oh… oh. I began to sway to the beat and continuously began tapping my feet on the ground to follow the rhythm of the music. Five years we were best friends. Then on the sixth, I popped the word.

I answered him tearfully so he was surprised. “Sorry, Lou. You know you are my friend. I don't want you to be hurt like this.” He replied. "Yes, I'm just your friend. I’m just only your friend and I regret it. I mistakenly fall in love with my best friend. With you, who only treat me as a special friend.” And at this point, I started to cry. “I can’t imagine why you made those sweet gestures? You are so sweet to me” I added and I sobbing.