Miss My Bestie Novels & Stories

He was more concerned with my weight than giving a fuck about my feelings. My feet tremble slightly, forcing me to lean on the barstool. It’s going to be a long night. My thought veers to Lily, my best friend. It’s a Friday which means she’ll be out at the bar downtown. I should call her, and tell her I’ve finally taken her advice to cut things off with the arrogant son of a bitch. Lilly hates Tristan’s guts and they’re always at each other’s throats. My lips twitch in a small smile as I slowly realize that I have one person in my corner.

“You’re magic, you know that?” She tilted her head. “Magic?” “Yeah,” I said quietly. “You always know how to pull me out of a bad headspace. Even when I don’t realize I need it.” She smiled, then bumped my knee with hers. “That’s what best friends are for, right?” I looked at her a beat too long. Best friends, she said. But the way my chest tightened… it was something else. I didn’t say it out loud, but in that moment, I knew:

Who in their right senses abandons a pregnant woman? The joy of finally finding her warred the guilt. This was Mirabel’s best friend. The girl she called her sister. The one who’d helped her through exams, late nights, everything. If Mirabel found out… if she knew we’d ever met and had that kind of an encounter, she’d be disappointed in me.

The bond between them hummed with a soft, contented frequency, a silent song of home. After a long while, he softened and slipped from her body. He rolled to his side, gathering her against him, her back to his chest. He pulled the blankets over them both. His arm was a heavy, welcome weight around her waist, his hand splayed possessively over her stomach. His lips found her mating mark. “I missed,” he whispered, his voice thick with sleep and satisfaction. “Two years ago, I took my best shot at a life with you, and I missed everything that mattered.”

Mac asked, being upfront. "No, Mac, not anymore. The pull of attraction has disappeared," I muttered. Mac looked hurt by the news. "I hope you find a mate soon." Mac pulled me into a tight hug, and I hugged him back. We have gone through many ups and downs, and when we went on missions, Mac was my best friend.

I mean, I lоvеd thе people there but it wаѕ too muсh. Twо реорlе I wаѕ раrtісulаrlу іntеrеѕtеd tо ѕее wеrе Brіаn'ѕ раrеntѕ, Tom and Annе. Brіаn wаѕ my best friend grоwіng up – we dіd everything frоm bаѕеbаll to саr rераіr tоgеthеr. We kерt іn touch thrоughоut соllеgе аnd grаd ѕсhооl – he wаѕ аlmоѕt a vеtеrіnаrіаn now – аnd were ѕtіll сlоѕе. I didn't see him іn thе crowd ѕо I made mу wау оvеr tо hіѕ dаd.

My best friend is a nine tailed fox. He sneaks out at night and turns into some creature with nine tails. It’s a secret, nobody knows but me; his best friend; Joan. Shhhh, don’t tell anyone. “Seriously?” Joan jumped, her pen falling off in the process. King laughed loudly, his eyes twinkling mischievously as he laughed. He had spoken very close to her ear. She sighed, picking up the fallen pen and turning back to her writing.

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.

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.

Julian was quiet for a second. “Has Molly gone mad? She shouldn’t joke about her grandmother’s life like that. Tell her to stop her mind games, and I’ll be back once I’m done here.” He ended the call before Evie could say anything else. Evie handed my phone back to me. I checked Sunny’s new social media post. In the picture, Sunny was holding her dog, smiling happily at the camera. The caption was, “Dodo almost went missing, but her daddy found her in time. You’re the best, Daddy!”