Kissed Best Friend Novels & Stories

Let me guess, My Best Friend's Boyfriend? -Diddy.

“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:

“Sometimes it feels like all of this is just a dream, Adrian.” I squeezed his hand, my heart swelling. He leaned closer, whispering the last words with a grin that melted me all over again. “Guess I’m just successful chasing my best friend–lover.”

"You are following my friend for your friend?" "Yes." "This doesn't explain anything." Daisy hissed. "Why would you follow my friend?" "It's for my friend I told you." "Kai, you have so many friends... Like half of our school is your friend." "My best friend." "Kai," Daisy grumbled in a breath. "You have... About five hundred best friends. Which one specifically are you talking about?" Kai focused on his driving as he replied to her, "My one and only best friend of all time."

And worst of all, he only considered me as his bestfriend. My heart took too much, but it couldn't take an ounce more than what it can bear. The strings snapped last month when we kissed, breaking my restraints and brewing my fears harder. That kiss was everything. Everything I had ever imagined it to be if it ever happened between us. I was tired of fighting my feelings. The kiss brought me release, hope, peace. But it also brought with it my fear of losing Kayden. It made me confused, not knowing for sure if he felt the same way too. I was scared of losing the coolest, most thoughtful bestfriend I have, and that fear made me chicken out.

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.”

" See I told you, now tell me how did he react," " he knew ace told him," " oh good, so he wasn't mad?" " not at all Linda, and uh we kissed," " No way, you go girl," I smile to myself. I don't know where my best friend got her form, but she's the best " I have something to ask," " go ahead," " I know you love them both, but I have to ask who's the better kisser?" what kind of question was that they were both good?

“She won’t. We’ll all be friends.” “No wahala,” I said. “You both can be best friends. I’ll just be a normal friend.” “There’s a difference, you know,” I added. “A friend is someone you enjoy spending time with. But a best friend? That’s someone you deeply trust — someone like family.” …………………….. page break ……………….. Meanwhile, in a quiet, dark corner of the school — far from the staffroom — something else was happening. Kingsley stood facing Mrs. Ajayi. Alone.

K shouted back, I watched the bicker and yawned lying my body down like a starfish. "Alone?" K looked at me and licked his lips smirking, can't I just do something without him looking at me like that? "Well, you are the one complaining." Bestie just looks at him then me and it breaks my heart. "Just go with him K." I mumbled pointing to a happy Bo. "What! No way, I'm staying here with you." "K, I'll still be here when you get back, just go with him." K gets up taking his keys mumbling something about how I always fall for besties tricks, bestie jumps up and down clapping his hands and he kisses me on my cheek.

When I got home, Tristan was in the kitchen cooking. He looked up when I walked in and smiled. “You’re back? How was the trip?” “It went well.” I changed my shoes, set my suitcase aside, and walked over to him, glancing into the pot. It was my favorite pork ribs. “What’s the occasion?” I asked with a smile. “I missed you.” He turned and kissed my forehead. The second his lips touched my skin, my stomach lurched. The same hands that had killed my best friend were cooking for me.