Kissed Best Friend Novels & Stories

She swore she didn't have a boyfriend. “I'm worried about you. Just eat something,” I said and his gaze softened. He stared at me for a while before taking a bite of the burger directly from my hand. His cold lips brushed the surface of my knuckles, and my breath hitched. I pressed my lips tight while I watched him munch the burger slowly. His hair was in neat curls, his gaze fixed on me while he took another bite of the burger. He looked like sin. “I'm grateful to have you as my best friend,” he mumbled, and I hummed.

I should have been the friend Ava deserved. But I was tired of being the friend. I was tired of watching. I was tired of wanting something I couldn’t have. So when he leaned in, I didn’t pull away. The kiss was soft at first—tentative, like he was testing whether this was real. Then his hand came up to cup my face, and the kiss deepened, and everything I’d been suppressing for years rushed to the surface. This is wrong, a voice screamed in my head. This is Ava. This is your best friend.

Or am I? "Yeah, wow…" He pulls me to his chest, I lay my head on it, as he wraps his arm around me, giving me a kiss on the top of my head. "That was our first kiss, Scar... It was perfect." "It...It was the best kiss I've ever had, Cole." "Same. I don't know why we waited 20 years to try it, but now I'm pissed at what I've been missing." "Relax, lover boy, let's just make sure this doesn't ruin our friendship, because you know I don't ever want to lose you."

"Whatever, I love you, Zacky!" We both laughed. Our hands swayed as we walked from the place where our love story started. I told you, Zack is my best friend; Let me end it with a period now. Zack Jersey Mendoza Zendaya is my best friend. Don't worry, because there's another story after the period.... People may never know what's after, but we promise not to be Miserable at Best, and this time I swear I mean it.

She gave him a growl, then ran off toward home. I started laughing. It was too ridiculous! My first kiss was given to me by my best friend’s brother infront of my best friend, who was in the form of a wolf. What the hell was Kamron thinking? Oh, right. That he’d kissed me before. “I have never been kissed like that. I would remember,” I told him, trying to lighten the mood. Kamron grinned. “Well, we were seven the last time I’d kissed you. I hope I’ve gotten better at kissing since then.”

He asked as I rest my head on his back. Getting sex toys for your best friend. We were out of the court now, in the empty lobby which seems as though no soul exist here. Did Cole wait for me? I think I'm getting ahead of myself. "Being too nice" i responded biting my lower lip and I drew my head high to see his face. He was smiling and I blushed. "That's cute" he complimented jerking me up properly while I inhaled his neck. Exotic fragrance. "Why did come for me?"

Nathaniel said casually. Ethan sighed. " I kissed her" Nathaniel nearly dropped the hammer he was holding. " When did this happen?" “It was last night at the gala, it wasn’t planned,” Ethan finally said. “She was hurting. Ryan had said some disgusting things about her. I found her crying on the rooftop and I… I just kissed her.” “And?” Nathaniel asked, grabbing another nail. “And I pulled away. Because it was wrong. Because she’s my sister’s best friend. Because I don’t know what to do with these feelings.”

“Guards died searching for you in the deep woods, having to fight rogues which were none of their business, but because of you, they fought until they died!” “I didn't ask for their help or anyone else, especially not yours.” “This is precisely what I'm talking about. Selfish entitled bitch is what you are, and you are never going to change your name, I can't believe my parents really thought you could be the Luna of this pack.” “Why didn't you tell me everything? I thought we were best friends” “Best friend? You are better off as an enemy than just a friend, I would have killed you if it weren't for Theo.”

“I’ll make time this week so we can do all that we planned to do.” “Liv, you don’t have to stress yourself….” “I want to.” She said and then she put an arm around me. “I miss my best friend.” “I miss my best friend too.” I told her softly. “So, what do you say bestie. Would you be my date to the homecoming dance?” She asked me with one raised eyebrow. How did we get here? I wondered. I wanted to tell her about Brad and I. I needed to but somehow this whole conversation had changed things.

That was just one of many things I hadn’t told her. “You’re nothing like that, okay? For Christ’s sake, look at you. You’re beautiful. You’re a writer—a popular one, working on her second book. And you’re my BEST FRIEND! If that doesn’t scream identity, I don’t know what does,” she said fiercely. I gave her a small smile. I was her best friend—that was enough. “You never asked who told her that,” I said after a moment. She stilled, her body tensing. “No.”