Mejores Amigos Novels & Stories

“I would've loved to sing to you, but I don't want to interrupt Asia's sleep again before she swears for me.” Both Yomi and Idara laughed at that. “See, Yomee, I don't have the strength for long talk.” Idara continued almost immediately. “I just want to let you know that you are the best best friend in the whole wide world. I cross my heart.” “Haha.” For some reason, Yomi found Idara's words highly hilarious. “Well, yes, I know that, too. I'm just too much. The last of my kind; extremely rare.”

Candi blushes! It's so dang adorable. "Candi, these are my best friends in the world," I state as I point to each of my friends. "Calliope and her mate Trey. Nadia and her mate Knox. This is Phoebe and her mate Levi, and last but definitely not the least, Selene and Jaxx. Guys, this is Candi and if Fox does something to mess this up I'm gonna smack him upside the head!" I promise.

How did you forget your best friend? What amnesia you got! Crazy! Actually, I have three best friends, Steven, Mark and then Merk, they are boys. It's obvious from the name that Mark and Merk are twins, that means they're brothers okay. Are there fraternal twins? Are you bad Trix?

I tell him with a smile. He smiles, “I want to do that too. Take you to England and show you the place where I really grew up. Probably introduce you to mum, to Liv and William.” My brows creasing, “Who’s Liv and William?” “My two best friends. They love surfing as much as I did.” “I would love to meet them. And, maybe you can meet my best friends too.” “Who are they?” “May and Claudine.” I smile and started missing them already just thinking about them. “They’re the best people that I have met and they’ve been always been there for me since we were kids.”

Then he said the words that changed everything. Maybe we need help. I asked what kind of help. He did not answer. He went to bed. I lay awake all night. The next morning, I found him in the kitchen. He was making coffee. His back was to me. His shoulders were tense. I asked again. What kind of help? He turned around. His face was calm. Too calm. He said he had been thinking about Luca and Eli. My stomach dropped. I asked why. He said they were his oldest friends. He trusted them. He said he had called them. They were coming to visit.

My scalp was beginning to feel tight from my high ponytail, I glanced at him from the side but I was glad I came out tonight. “You’re friends are something else” He made a disagreeable sound looking out the window “I wouldn’t go that far” I laughed. Men. “Sorry, I meant your associates” Ian lets out a huff “Even that is only applicable to some” I rolled my eyes. “That is not true, you like each other” to have been friends for a decade plus and had standing card games twice every month. I knew how easily people fell out due to disagreements and distance. In fact, I’d say they were definitely best friends.

Those two have become my closest friends. Alex is the level-headed one out of the two. He’s always telling me that I’m an idiot, mostly because I am, and then he follows it up with good advice. To most people, though, he seems more like a free-spirit because of his dimples and killer grin. The amount of times I’ve had a girl come up to me just to ask if my “super muscular Latino friend” is single is honestly astounding. I don’t know how he isn’t taken – lord knows there’s a line a mile long of girls waiting for their chance.

I'm no better than Will doing this to her, and yet, I can't help it. “And you’re not just being nice right now, Jaden.” My lips graze her ear. “Because if you were really mad at me, you wouldn’t have come in here with those tight pants on. You would have stayed in your room for the rest of the night where you should be. Let’s not start something we can’t finish. It would be a shame to lose my best friend because I want his little sister underneath me, and we both know, that can't happen,” I whisper.

Ashley pouts, her lips downturned but her eyes giving her away—disappointment and longing written all over her face. "Is the D really that good?" Chelsea asks, smirking over her coffee. "Better," Ashley says without hesitation, her tone so flat it's clear she's not exaggerating. I nearly choke on my donut. Fantastic. Now my appetite's gone. Nothing kills a sugar rush faster than hearing your best friend rate your brother's dick like it belongs on Yelp. Tuning them out before Ashley can scar me further, I slide my phone out of my pocket and open the group chat. My thumb hovers for a second, hesitation twisting in my gut like it always does when I feel like I'm bothering them while they're han

When I got home, Tristan was in the kitchen cooking. He looked up when I walked in and smiled. “You’re back? How was the trip?” “It went well.” I changed my shoes, set my suitcase aside, and walked over to him, glancing into the pot. It was my favorite pork ribs. “What’s the occasion?” I asked with a smile. “I missed you.” He turned and kissed my forehead. The second his lips touched my skin, my stomach lurched. The same hands that had killed my best friend were cooking for me.