Letters For My Best Friend Novels & Stories

Aria’s POV “Oh, Aria,” she said, smiling sheepishly. “Don't take that to heart,” she continued, reaching out as if to brush my arm. “I was upset, emotional… you know me. I just… I miss you. You’re my best friend and you always will be.” Best friend? The words that used to anchor me once now twisted in my gut like a blade. I forced a small smile, masking the disgust churning in my stomach. She didn’t know I had her letter. She didn’t know her little game was already unraveling.

And lifting my leg, so I was on one knee, did nothing to initiate her filling her lungs. Go big or go home. "Masyn, I never imagined when we met in kindergarten that seventeen years later you'd be my best friend. But now that I've had you, I never want to let you go. I know it's fast, although not really, considering how long I've loved you, and-"

I truly owed my best friend the world. Forcing myself to maintain some speck of civility, I calmly opened the letter and pulled out the paper inside. I scanned the document quickly, and then again slower, as if that might change the results.

Grant this poor commoner a chance to see what is the high society looks like! I am very excited to see you again, Señorita! Your Only Handsome Bestfriend, Kaiden” The letter quite unexpected to the point I could not help but giggle. Kaiden is such a chatter box, but it gave me useful information even though it was just some grain of salt. At least I have some heads on what may happen, I might not trust him completely but I do see him as friend. Yeah. The very first friend I made here.

“How are you? Haven't seen you since I last came in. Decided to come check up again.” A smile spread across my face. “Thank you, bestie. I’m fine. You’re my best friend now, xo.” Marco’s face scrunched up at my words. “No, I’m not. What the fuck is bestie, Lena?” I stuck my tongue out at him. "I don't like you, too. Thanks. You can leave now." I said with a soft laugh.

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

I ran to the drawer where her letters were, opened it and picked up the letters. The first one that I picked was her resignation letter. I put it on the table and picked the second letter, the one she wrote to me. I tore the envelope hurriedly and brought out the letter Dear Lexi, How are you? I hope you are doing great. The last time that I asked you such a question was like a thousand years ago. That is what it feels like. Even though you consider me your enemy, I still consider you my best friend because you're my best friend and you will always be my best friend.

Moni said with a touched tone, her hands trembling as she read the letter Lisa had written for her. Lisa took a seat beside Moni, looking at her with affection. "Moni, this letter contains words that I may have never said directly, but I want you to know how valuable our friendship is to me." Moni looked at Lisa with tear-filled eyes. She felt the warmth and immense support from her friend. "Thank you, Lisa. You've always been an amazing friend to me, and I'm so grateful to have you by my side," Moni said sincerely. Lisa and Moni then hugged each other tightly, feeling the warmth of the friendship they had built over the years. They shared laughter and stories about their beautiful memories

“ It's my pleasure, Mira. I'd never cease being grateful to the creator for giving me an Angel, who's super beautiful and unique. I love you more, Babe. ” “ Gold is good, diamonds are much more preferred but I'll choose you over and over again rather than them! ” “ Jose, you and you alone are my Best friend and definitely the only one I have and need! ” “ So is that a book title revealed? ” He chuckled at the realization. “ Yeah. My newest novel is titled, My Best Friend : He's the one I have. ” “ Oh wow. I bet it's all about me. ” “ You don't have to be so smug. ”

“Chivalry’s dead—and you know that’s not my name.” “Your crusty lips aren’t chivalry. Use my name, and I’ll use yours.” I smile—that’s my girl. Brandi laughs, handing him a plate. “Crusty? Women write sonnets about these lips. Right, Pineapples?” “I’ve heard a few,” she agrees, earning scowls from Gianna and me. “You’re supposed to be *my* best friend, B.” *And my woman,* I want to add but can’t.