I Love My Best Friend Novels & Stories

I follow suit, my own wolf wrapping me in a world of physical sensation that still can’t blot out the guts-on-the-ground feeling. My best friend. My best fucking friend. Forget tradition, forget being promised to each other, Eva is and always has been my best friend. She’s been at my side through all my best and worst moments, just like I’ve been at her side through hers. That’s why it was so easy to imagine walking away from Candace and spending my life with her. I’ve been practicing for twenty years. And a life with one’s best friend is most people’s dream come true. I’ve never seen Eva look like that before.

Mia The day after I told Ava the truth, I couldn't get out of bed. I lay on my back, staring at the ceiling, replaying the moment over and over. Her face when I said the words. The way her voice cracked when she said, "You're my best friend." The sound of her footsteps as she walked away from me in the hallway. I'd imagined this moment a hundred times. In my worst nightmares, she screamed at me, threw things, told me she wished I was dead. In my more hopeful fantasies, she cried, and I cried, and somehow, impossibly, she forgave me.

You know, I thought my life would be perfect because my dream for my family and for you came true. "I feel the same way, Ciara. I love you." I shook my head. "Is that how you love?" I asked him. "You know, I've realized that your love hasn't changed." I'm still your best friend. I'm still your best friend, Shan, whom you never see. I'm the best friend who's always left hanging. I'm the best friend who's forgotten." "Beb, it's not like that. I always think about you. It's just...

, 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).

Laughter, soft and breathy, unmistakable. My best friend.

Someone who I've known for years. My best friend Sophie.

“Yeah.” What was I even thinking? Of course he didn’t mean it like that. He couldn’t. He loves me because I’m his best friend who makes him laugh. That’s all. That’s what best friends do. They say I love you after drunken nights, or after big arguments, or when they’re being sentimental. That’s all this was. Just best friend love. Just like all the times I’d told him I loved him in the past. That’s what I kept telling myself. Over and over.

“Fuck. I didn’t mean to—I just—I can’t—I can’t do this—” She hesitated. Then slowly sat next to me. “Okay. Hey. Chill. Just… breathe.” I tried. Didn’t work. “I’m not mad,” she said, softer this time. “Just confused. What’s going on with you?” I wiped my face, sniffled hard. “He chose someone else.” She blinked. “Ah. There it is.” “My best friend,” I said, voice cracking. “He was my best fucking friend . And I—I loved him. God, I loved him so much. And I thought maybe one day… I thought maybe I had a chance. But he…”

She said, not looking at me. A big smile finally formed on my face before I stand up to hug my best friend. Gosh, what did I even do to deserve this kind of love from a best friend? I thought before hugging her so tight. “You are really the best, I love you, Everleigh!” I exclaimed before moving away from her then eyed her with a cheeky grin. “For better or worse, we’ll be on each other’s side…”

Just as much as he has become my lover, he has also become my best friend. And I am the happiest I have ever been.