Novel & Cerita Me And My Bestie

I did everything to be a good friend, only to be treated as my so-called best friend’s scapegoat. When her husband found cigarette ash in their house, she claimed I was the one smoking. When she snuck off for a private rendezvous with her lover, she told him she was celebrating my birthday. And when she got pregnant, she pinned the blame on me again, declaring I was consumed with jealousy—that I had spiked her drink and hired someone to violate her. Enraged, her husband marched to my doorstep wielding a blade and hacked me to death. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the exact day she had asked me to cover for her affair.

"Ry, it's my birthday. I want it to be a positive day" He looked at me and his face softened a little "okay. I'm sorry. The gallery is really nice, I hope you'll like it" I smiled "I WILL like it because I'm spending the entire day with my bestie" "Your bestie?" He asked whole cracking a smile. "Well bestie and boyfriend" I corrected. "I thought Vicky was your bestie" "She is, you are too" He started smiling. "What?" I asked. "Besties don't usually fuck each other senseless" he said.

CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE: FREEDOM LENA POV I’m actually happy to see my bestie after she’s been gone for a while. I really am. If it were up to me, we’d be curled up on my bed right now, gossiping about her mystery man, laughing until our stomachs hurt, and sharing our favorite snacks like old times. But I can’t. Especially not today. Because Sandy, my dad’s girlfriend, has promised to help me save the man I love.

But the longer I stood there, the louder Storm became. When she asked me to help zip her dress, I ignored the voice in my head. I told myself it was a mistake, a glitch, some residual pheromone confusion. "Touch her," Storm hissed. "You’ll see." I did and I felt it. It was faint, but there. The first whisper of a bond. And then I saw it, the mark of another bond already in place. “She’s taken”, I spat to Storm bitterly. "But wrong," Storm insisted. "It’s not real. Not like us."

Christian's photo compared to Heather's was like night and day—one ascending to greatness, the other sunken into ruin. I didn't bother following up on them any further; after all, Heather and I had bright futures ahead of us, with so many better things waiting to be experienced.

“It wasn’t! I just mean I don’t know how free I can be around you. I don’t want to overstep. She really looked like a nervous baby right now. “Then let’s name it.” She looked up, eyes big. “Name… what?” “This,” I said, gesturing between us. “Us. What we are.” Her mouth opened slightly, like she wasn’t expecting that. “Okay,” she whispered. “What name?” I pretended to think dramatically, tapping my finger on the table. “How about…” I paused. She leaned in, waiting. “…besties.” She blinked. Then burst out laughing.

He is Reile’s brother, the youngest and naughtiest. I still remember he brought me a cupcake last week when I sat quietly in my basement room, watching my parent’s video and celebrating my birthday alone. But all my complaints aside, when I meet my best friend, Milo Efrain. He is more than I can explain in words. We have been together since I don’t know how long. Our mothers were best friends, and they passed those genes to us to continue the friendship bond. He is one of a handsome man, own an event management company.

"I don't need a watchman. And please don't fall off that couch because I don't have any strength to carry you." "Oh! So you're mocking me." He gave me one of his cute puppy face. "No,I'm just saying -" I replied spreading out my arms. "My heart is brusied." He pouted. "Sorry..about that Mejor Amigo." I gave him a mock bow. "You know..I like it when you call me that." He smiled. Mejor Amigo means Best friend. "I am happy knowing that I am the only one you call Mejor Amigo." He clapped like child.

Our nine-year friendship has been smooth-sailing since we met on our first year of college. There is a secret though that I've been keeping. I don't know when it happened and how, but I just feel it—I like my bestfriend a lot, much more than a bro normally would. Ever since our Bio days, he has been helping me with my academic and extracurricular work. I am a good student but he pushes me to become better. It's not like we're competing with each other. No, not like that. Instead, he motivates me to do the best that I can, because he also does the same. This is why when we're together, we're unstoppable. Our tandem wins almost all inter-university quiz bees that our professors sends us to joi

Not the side gate but the front. Because I was tired of sneaking like I was the one who should be ashamed. Damien literally fucked my best friend and brought into our home to replace me so I can go to another man too. When the room got light, I got up. I washed my face. I put on jeans and a simple top. I packed my hair, nothing extra. I didn’t want to look like I dressed for him. I also didn’t want to look like I was a maid that was being thrown out.