Novel & Cerita Miss Best Friend

"You were supposed to show up at lunch today." "I know, I forgot. I'm so sorry. I got caught up with something." I tell him. Beside me, Maisie clears her throat. "Oh, um...Maze, this is Sebastian and Brittany, David's friends. Guys, this is Maisie. My best friend." Brittany snorts. "You have a best friend?" Maisie raises her eyebrows at Brittany, possibly ready to throw down with her. Ignoring them both, I continue to address Sebastian, "I'm really sorry. Was David too upset?"

Adrian dropped the glass a little. “Move.” “That’s my wife.” “You filed this morning,” Adrian said. “Stop embarrassing yourself” I turned. “He filed?” “Yes.” Damien leaned in. “I filed because you ran off with him.” “You filed because you wanted to look clean and act as a victim while you gain sympathy.” “Come home. We can deal with all these privately at home.”” “Home??? Home??? You mean where you brought in my so called best friend in as your wife while I’m treated like trash?? You should have thought of that before you started acting foolish.”

“She attends university four days a week. Most classes are in the media building. She usually studies in the central library on Tuesdays and Thursdays.” “What about friends?” “Her closest friend appears to be Tara Mills. Same course. They spend most afternoons together.” “Boyfriend?” “None that we could identify.” “Former boyfriend?” “One university relationship that ended last year. Nothing dramatic. No public arguments or complaints.” I picked up Missy’s photograph from the folder. Her bright hair framed her face as she smiled at the camera. “What else?” “She runs the baking account herself. No management team. No paid promotions beyond small local products. She films mostly in her apartme

“Heck! You got me!” Just then, Jordan appeared from a passageway that led to the lecturers' block, and he was equally surprised to see Isioma standing right there, laughing so close to a drop-dead handsome fella. “Whoa! Look who we have here.” Isioma jested, as Jordan approached them. “If it isn't Mr. River Jordan himself, my former crush.” Jordan stopped before them, feeling awkward. Isioma noticed. “Well, Jordan, this is Mike, the guy I told you about that was helping me with my unfortunate issue,” she said to clear the air. “And Mike, meet Jordan, my best friend for now.”

He took out a book of matches and lit it. Marissa and I had been best friends since we were toddlers. Her family wasn’t in “the life” but we met on a playground and were immediately inseparable. The idea of something happening to her because of me… there was no way I could stomach that. And my father more than knew it. Pablo probably went right to him and said she would be my weakness.

It worked for me; hopefully, it’ll work for them. “Okay, so her best friend is the moon goddess, Aria, and something happened between them?” “Yeah,” I sigh on an exhale. “Fuck, brace yourself, guys. This is messy.” So messy, I might bleed my fingers just trying to untangle it all for them.

“A good number but that’s not the case. You should see Neil…” “Stop comparing yourself to people.” She snapped, “You’re you, you’re the best of you. Value the people who like you for who you really are. Those girls flocking around Neil and Brandon are only after their money, their looks, their game and what they get on the bed; they don’t actually like them for them. One day, Neil and Brandon would get tired when they realize they have a lot of fakes in their lives, they would start to look for what you have; real friends, a stable life, true love. What they have currently won’t last, can’t you see that? Colton Adams, you are…” She stopped when he began crying. She hugged him. She was sure p

After a few minutes of total silence, as we drove, Missy looked at me, "Monalisa Parker, you ain't a terrible person. Forget how much hatred Don has built in our hearts against those we once cherished but I know deep down you are still my best friend. My childhood bestie who had always wanted to save the world with her little hands," she said trying to pacify me and I flashed a smile. "I was innocent at heart Missy but watching my unborn baby bleed out of me while Bruno was busy flaunting Martina killed a part of me," I added trying to hold back my tears.

Sharon shook her head as I down it and poured another. “Are you sharing or is that all for you?” “Oh,” I turned to retrieve a glass for her. “I’m sorry. This shit has got me all flustered.” I poured her a glass and slid it over to her. “I see, but don’t feel bad, I’m in the same boat,” Sharon admitted. “What? With Matt?” “Yes and this is serious,” She gulped down the glass of wine so quickly I watched her immediately pour another. “He’s my son’s best friend!”

***Dylanne My friends and I booked a table at the finest bar in town: Downton Michaelson. I sat among my girls—Kim, Brooke, and Kendall. I knew Brooke through Kim, while Kendall and I had become friends when she used to work with Rhys. We hadn't seen each other much recently, so when Kim called, they showed up fast. Brooke had been away for tailoring classes and was now back at NYU. Kendall, on the other hand, now owns a beauty salon in uptown Manhattan.