Miss Best Friend Novels & Stories

When they reached the kitchen, Lily finally let go of her hand and threw open the pantry door with dramatic flair. “Guess what I still keep stocked just for you?” she announced, her eyes sparkling. She pulled out a bright red bag of kettle-cooked salt and vinegar chips. Maya’s jaw dropped. Then she let out a shaky laugh that turned into a sound halfway between a giggle and a sob. Her hand flew up to her chest as she felt tears sting her eyes. “Lily… you didn’t have to…” she whispered, her voice trembling. Lily stepped forward, serious now, and hugged her again. “Of course I did,” she said firmly. “I missed my best friend. You’re the only person in the world who would finish these with me wit

After she took my money, she dumped me! [Now, she’s jealous that her best friend, Pearl, married the richest man in the city. So, she infected Pearl with AIDS. We hope that you can help us with this! None of us wants to have AIDS! It’s all Maya’s fault!] This was all playing out like it had in the previous timeline. After the netizens read Pearl and Wyatt’s claims, they started cursing me and my family out. Meanwhile, Benjamin gave me a call. The second I answered, he started cursing at me, “You horrible woman! I was wondering why you were provoking me to marry Pearl immediately! You knew all along that she had AIDS, and you were waiting for her to infect me! You’re a cruel, cruel woman!”

“Phil?? Doctor ‘Let’s talk about emotional healing over soup’ Phil?” Missy looks up. “I like Doctor Phil.” “Wrong Phil, baby.” Logan shrugs. “He’s got the voice for it. Very calm. Very zen. You’d be too distracted to say no.” I smile despite myself. “You’re not wrong.” Missy interrupts us with a spoonful of milk splashing onto the table. “What about the dress?” she asks. I lean over and wipe her chin. “Mine’s a secret.” “Is it pink?”

She was one of my best friends before we got together and then she was my person for three years. I miss her. Not as the chosen mate that I thought she was going to be, but as a friend. I turn to Ciara. “I’ll be right back.” She smiles up at me and I could fall into her eyes. “Sure, Caleb. I’m in good hands.” Mikela smirks at me. “I won’t tell her too many embarrassing stories. Maybe just the high heels story?” I lean over the table, pointing at her but talking to my dad. “Keep her in line, Pop.”

End of flashback. I just couldn't stop my tears from falling, remembering how pathetic our start was. "Alex! Alex! Hey!" The girl steps away from me were waving her hands, and she always has this happy face whenever she sees me. That is Miyah "Michaela Beatrice Lorejo" my bestfriend. I'm not anti-social anymore. I also got friends, and most of all I don't look like a gangster anymore. Thanks to Miyah. Breathlessly, Miyah approached me, "Hey! I've been calling you several times!" She was still chasing her breath.

“I just need some fresh air—time to think.” “Whenever you are ready—you know where to find me.” My bestfriend said with the most supportive voice ever. I've been friends with Cassie from childhood. She was there after what happened to my mother. Cassie has basically been the only friend i have—my inability to be sociable catches up with me alot. No one really wants a trauma and mentally unstable girl as their friend, would they? People always want to perfect daughter of Mr Barry Reynolds—the perfect Mimi and maybe i don't want to be the perfect Mimi anymore. ******

He said. Missy was one of the best secret agents of the Miller Security Agency. She was our classmate in high school, but she was actually working as Peggy’s bodyguard. Although Peggy wasn’t a true Miller, Missy stayed by her side to protect her. “What do you think happened? She seems fine from the past few weeks. I can’t think of anything that would make her leave.” I said, trying to calm myself because Kyle wasn’t. “Do you think she’s scared of being tied? I mean she’s pregnant and young. She would be a mother and a wife.” I continued.

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.

One especially infuriating thing about Kieran Darjee is that she thinks she knows every fucking thing. She thinks she knows exactly how I feel and what I think. If she’d bother to ask every once in a while, she’d know just how wrong she is. Disregarding however I might feel about her, why would I not want her to be at the celebration? She’s been my best friend since we were kids and we’ve always gone to the celebration together, so why would that change now? We’ve let bygones be bygones and are choosing to ignore the fact that we were estranged for two years, so ideally, nothing has changed between us. Or am I expecting too much?

Sunny answered and acted as if she was wiping a tear from her eyes. Crazy girl. “Why? What is the story? And what is the title?” Keith asks, sounding so interesting. I don’t know what will happen if they were put in a room together. Two crazy people and the world will totally go crazy. “Hmmm, the title is BESTFRIEND. It’s a story about a guy and girl who grew up almost together. The guy knows a lot about the girl, but there is one thing he doesn’t know. The girl fell for him, but the guy fell for another girl, who happens to be the girl’s best friend. And in the end, she chose to give up on her love and let her two best friends be together and be happy. She just cried as she watched the two