Loving His Best Friend Novels & Stories

ELLE Rule number one: Best friends don't keep secrets from each other. Rule number two: Best friends come first before anyone else. Rule number three: Best friends must always have each other’s backs. Rule number four: Best friends must attend important events together. Rule number five: Best friends will not ditch each other for popularity. Rule number six: Your best friend's brother is your brother, not your lover. Rule number seven: Best friends must celebrate birthdays together — always. Rule number eight: You must support your best friend's dreams and ambitions. Rule number nine: No lies - no matter what.

So I did. Not about the kiss. Not about the way he'd cupped my face or the way he'd said "Got what I wanted." I couldn't. That was mine to carry alone. But I told her about the note. The cold dismissal. The way he looked through me like I'd never existed. Sloane's jaw tightened. Her grip on my hand tightened too. "That son of a bitch." "Sloane—" "No. I'm going to kill him." She was already standing. Already reaching for her phone. "He can't treat you like this. You're my best friend. You're not some—some—"

, Gideon held her “She is my best friend and she is leaving for another country because of him. I will be losing my best friend because of him” she shouted. “Sandra, I won’t let you leave. I won’t lose you the second time”. He was in my front holding my two legs. “You lost me already” I replied to him. “You are my better half, Sandra; I can’t live without you” he pleaded. Riley came strolling in, like she owned everywhere. “There you are. I was wondering where you were going to.”

“Relax. I didn’t say you like him. I said he gets under your skin. Which, honestly, is his favorite pastime. He does it to everyone.” “Yeah, but with me, it feels like he’s trying extra hard,” I muttered, stabbing at the countertop with my finger. Liv gave me a pointed look. “And you rise to the bait every single time. He loves it.” I groaned again, burying my head in my arms. “Great. So basically I’m fueling his ego.” “Basically.” I peeked up at her with a glare. “Remind me again why I’m friends with you?”

It’s just… out there. And I can’t stop smiling. “He’s- he’s my best friend. And I’m so in love with him it hurts.”

But sometimes even if we know that it will never happen we're still hoping that someday it will come true. "I will fight for her even if I know that she can't love me back, that's how much I love her. Thanks for always lifting me when I'm down. I'm thankful that you became my best friend Lia. You are the best friend in the whole world" he said then smiled at me

"Why?" "Because I don't want foolish feelings to ruin our friendship. You and Lana are the only close friends I have. I can't afford to lose any of you. You've helped me through this whole divorce drama. I don't know what I would do without the two of you." "People can be friends and lovers at the same time, you know?" He smiles. "And I think it's the best type of love. In books they call it, the friends-to-lovers trope. It's actually my favourite trope."

“Fuck. I didn’t mean to—I just—I can’t—I can’t do this—” She hesitated. Then slowly sat next to me. “Okay. Hey. Chill. Just… breathe.” I tried. Didn’t work. “I’m not mad,” she said, softer this time. “Just confused. What’s going on with you?” I wiped my face, sniffled hard. “He chose someone else.” She blinked. “Ah. There it is.” “My best friend,” I said, voice cracking. “He was my best fucking friend . And I—I loved him. God, I loved him so much. And I thought maybe one day… I thought maybe I had a chance. But he…”

That man would never do anything to hurt his friend. He may be angry with him at times and for whatever reason. But when it comes down to it, his loyalty laid with his best friend. “I saw you crying, what was that about? I can get the doctor to come and give you something for the pain.” Marcus, dear old Marcus. He came into my life and helped me out of a bad situation.

Certain. Not like a spark, not like a fire—but like a profound, familiar memory. Like something essential returning home after a very long journey. When he pulled back, he gave me that slow smile—the same one that used to undo me when we were kids. He whispered, “I love you, best friend.” I laughed, because it was sweet, and because it was so very him to say it that way—anchoring the emotion in the safety of friendship. “Best friends don’t do that,” I whispered back.