Novel & Cerita Lenu My Brilliant Friend

Actually doing it was another. Every time Gaspare finished with a lover, he would call me to clean up the room. I wondered which one it would be today. Lily? Or Celeste, who had come last month? My favorite was still Sandra. She only ever made a mess on the bed, never the entire room. When I opened the door, I found an unfamiliar face staring back at me. This woman had features that bore a passing resemblance to my best friend, Vera Toscano. I could not help but smile.

We sat down right away and continued our conversation. "That's it; they're well-liked. I mean, who am I? I'm just an ordinary student here," I admitted with a sigh, "but I still love my best friend." "Trust me, he loves you too." "Hey, what are you up to over there?" As I realized it was Shan, I turned away. "Are you talking about the guy who you were referring to in your poem the other day?" I rolled my eyes because I had only recently realized Shan was numb, but I still managed to grin at him, "Why?"

What she thought about was what he said after, into the phone in Brielle's hand, clearly, so the camera caught every word: "Lena is my girlfriend. Anyone who hurts her becomes my enemy." The school went still in the way that schools go still when something real happens, something that isn't performance.. And Lena stood behind Adrian Hale and thought, for one fractured second, that the wrong brother felt very much like the right one. She stamped the thought out immediately. She had a deal. She had a plan. She had five years of something worth protecting. She looked at the back of Adrian Hale's head and told herself she was grateful, and that was all.

"Shut up!" Brianna's voice pierced the air with a sharp cry, followed by a mocking laugh. "Best friend? Really, Celena? Do you have the nerve to bring that up? I must've been blind to befriend someone like you. Because of you, I've been nothing but a shadow. All those high-born guys only have eyes for you. Why? I'm just as pretty as you, and my family's even more prestigious. What's so special about you, Celena? You like the spotlight, huh? Well, I'm about to give it to you. I'll make sure you're the talk of Drunham City, but not in the way you'd like. I'll destroy you!"

“I think we're going to be very good friends.“ Brielle declares, and I smile. “Pardon my awkwardness. I don't know how to do this.“ I say, and she laughs. “Trust me, I know what you're talking about. I have never been friends with anyone as beautiful as you.“ She says, and I'm blown away by her honesty. It's baffling. This pretty woman thinks I'm beautiful. Can she not see the fading yellow and purple bruises on my skin? “I think you're really pretty, too.“ I say, and she curtseys, which makes me laugh. I nearly don't recognize the sound of my own laughter. I can't remember the last time I laughed genuinely. Or just laugh, in general. “If Luna thinks I'm pretty, then I must be.“ “I'm not the

Lee tease me and laugh. I smile to her. "You know if you are someone else, I will beat a shit out of you but you are my best friend and yes she is beautiful but HER BEAUTY IS ONLY FOR MINE"

I urged, enjoying myself far too much to give two fucks about protecting my bitch sister. "I-I," Lena faltered, stuttering for the first time in her life, when all eyes went to her. "I don't want to be a know it all. It's a bunch of big words," she said, with an innocent smile. "She doesn't have to remember every detail right now. It's stressful being a genius. Congratulations on the job, baby. We're so proud," my mom said with a kind smile directed at Lena. She fucking never smiled at me.

"It's truly fate, isn't it? Who would have thought we'd be reunited like this?" They paused by a tranquil pond, its surface a mirror reflecting the clear blue sky. Lena leaned against the cool stone railing, her gaze drawn to the water lilies. "I'm so grateful for your friendship, Oliv. You've brought so much joy into my life. And you are not only my sister but my best friend.” Oliv squeezed her hand reassuringly. "And I'm grateful for you, Lena. You're like the missing piece of a puzzle, completing me."

She added and smiled at her before walking towards her drawer where she hides her script. “Friends? Wow, your friendship is expensive.” Clea said. “I could barely spend twenty bucks on my friend's Starbucks, but yours literally spend thousand in sending a buffet for two days in the set.” She added that made Brianne also stops and pouted her lips for a second as she frown and sat on the window of her room. “I also said that and told him not to do that, but he insisted that we are friends and that friends receive and give gifts to each other,” Brianne said as she opens her script and flip the pages.

Alaric added. Lena continued skimming through the file before suddenly looking up. “You deserve some credit for keeping the spotlight on us.” Her bright eyes sparkled with playful amusement. “I thought you hated being tied to me,” Alaric replied, echoing her earlier assumptions. Lena’s hand froze briefly before she lowered her gaze back to the photos. “Hate or not, it doesn’t matter. As long as it works to our advantage.” The results were what mattered most. She finally took a sip of the coffee, now slightly cooled, and found it was made from her favorite Jamaican Blue Mountain beans.