Lesbian Bestie Novels & Stories

Athleticism can compensate for failure to practice a dance routine, or bedroom antics and these ladies performed expertly. Our disposition didn't initiate a lesbian love fest. Both Amazons were purely heterosexual; good friends and comfortable with close proximity, if not their nakedness. My status was that of facilitator. I lured them into a triple kiss, with the added whimsy of Tadêfi's fingers playing along our lips so that she could capture every gasp, deep breath and moan.

We are no better than each other. Why do I feel so at ease around him? Why am I willing to have this kind of dirty conversation with him? Is it because he is my sister's best friend? My stomach turns at the thought of Aiden Blacksmith still being my sister's best friend. I am messing around with the one person I shouldn't be messing around with. Damn it, I have to stop thinking of him as my sister's best friend. He is just a guy. A stranger, really. A hot stranger I want to sleep with.

Lycan Cross said and walk towards the door and then he turned and faced them Illebaye Brook is my chosen mate and the Queen Luna of the entire pack and community whether you people like it or not. Your opinion doesn't count. Cross said and walked out of the room.

They sat at the table right next to ours, and like clockwork, she started in with the casual jabs and humblebrags. I ignored her and turned to my friends instead. "Hey, do you remember Sarah's old boyfriend? The one from the athletics department… What was his name?" My friend caught on immediately. "Oh, Leo Holden, right? Yeah, he was a good guy. He treated her well." "Right." I sighed just loud enough for the next table to hear. "I remember when Leo worked construction for a whole month just to buy her a birthday present. Could only afford a silver necklace in the end, but still… That kind of effort is priceless."

Inside it, Xander Draven watched the light in Bailey’s apartment turn on. His jaw was tight. His pulse unsteady. Impossible. That was the only word echoing in his mind. For centuries, he had believed he was cursed. That the Moon Goddess had denied him a mate. Denied him peace. Denied him weakness. And now… She appeared. Out of nowhere. Scentless. Hidden. Human. But not human. His wolf was restless. Alive in a way it had never been before. Mate. The word felt foreign. Dangerous. Precious.

Isabelle was just pretending to be Alicia's best friend when she was actually her half-sister all along! "Jealousy can truly twist a person to become someone completely different. Isabelle's mother didn't care about the consequences when she became a homewrecker. Isabelle ended up following in her mother's footsteps, changing her own face to steal her sister's life. I bet that there's nothing she won't do." "Poor Alicia! The best friend that she treated so well ended up being someone with such a vicious heart. What rotten luck!" "Fortunately, Frank didn't actually do anything to her because his heart was too soft. Alicia would have died under such unjust circumstances if he had actually gone

My muscles locked tight around his size as he fucked me with a ruthless, primal rhythm that drove me straight to the edge. I wept openly against his skin, my tears hot and heavy as they soaked into his neck. I held onto him like a drowning girl anchoring herself to a mountain, my hips instinctively rising to meet his long, deep thrusts, completely lost in the gravity of his possession. He was breaking me, molding me into his true Luna, into the young wolf who must learn to receive such a big cock in her tight pussy, his rough, dominant movements showing absolutely no mercy to the storm he had set inside my blood. Every sensation of my slick against the rough veiny cock of my best friend's fa

ur bestie still got a pool? I stared at the screen like it was a loaded gun. Then another message came. Leah: don’t worry. I’ll pretend to be just a friend. I know how you get weird about us. I replied before I could think better. Me: It’s not a great time. Maybe later in the week. Leah: huh. ur still running. classic Ethan. I didn’t answer. That night, I tried to avoid Mrs. Rowen. It didn’t work. She found me in the laundry room again, folding a towel just to have something to do with my hands.

"Gosh, this woman's such a bitch. She's the one finding a surrogate but lies and plays the victim." "I bet she made up the story about the mistress insulting her." "Begging for help with that attitude? What a shocker." "This woman livestreams at the mistress' neighborhood, saying the mistress is sleeping with the security. Luckily, he didn't let her in. Who knows what she'd do?" "Gentle reminder, this woman is the real mistress." That single comment sent ripples across the internet. Finally, someone revisited the original video. Everyone flooded the comments with insults, then went to Sabrina's profile to attack her.

Every single word stabbed Roxanne in the heart. "Austin! I was wrong. I made a terrible mistake. Please come back to me! Please? I don't want anything else. Even if I can only be your mistress, I don't mind! I just want you!" Roxanne burst into tears as she clung tightly to my legs. I kicked her away in disdain. Talia had an almost imperceptible smirk on her face as she tossed a document folder to Roxanne. "If you have the time to pester my fiance, you might as well take a good look and see what kind of person your beloved guy best friend really is," she declared before leading me out of the restaurant.