Mom Bestfriend Novels & Stories

Indeed meeting her mate has changed her a lot. Mom embraced Audrey in a warm hug and smiled, "Finally, I have both of my daughters by my side." "Thank you, Mrs Warren," Audrey smiled at her. "Call me Sussane or Mom, I would prefer any of it," Mom said. "You know, Evelyn and Audrey are best friends," Aiden chuckled. I saw how Audrey rolled her eyes and chuckled, looks like Aiden now knows what happened between these best friends in the past. Soon I started to feel my bond getting stronger with my mate and I took a deep breath, she was here.

Mom called happily, the eagerness in her voice slicing through the air. " Yeah. I know her. The famous designer, YC. And next to her is her best friend, her soon to be sister-in-law. Can they serve the food now?" " I am starving. "

"It was Jordan! My fucking best friend!" I clench my fists, my nails digging into my palms. "And why does that matter? I love him, Dad. Why can’t you just see that?" “Shut up Astrid. Fucking shut up!” Mom enters the living room, her expression unreadable. She hasn’t said a word to me since on Friday and it’s killing me. She has always been my ally but this time she’s quiet. It guts me. "Mom… please," I whisper, my voice breaking. "Say something."

"Come home this weekend for Tara’s birthday party." Her tone was cold as though she were making a routine announcement. That was my mom, Margaret Salem. Tara, whom she mentioned, was my late aunt's daughter. My aunt had passed away when Tara was very young and so she had been taken in by my family. Over the past 16 years, Tara and Mom had seemed more like mother and daughter than I had ever felt with her. I didn't want to be an audience to their tear-jerking mother-daughter bond.

“If your mom wanted to get back to your dad, she could tell me. She’s never hesitated to talk to me before.” I pressed my lips together, trying to rein in my frustration. “Ezekiel, you don’t know her like I do. You’re still blind to her.” “Isabella…” “You’re defending her again!” I snapped, throwing my hands up. “She has you wrapped around her finger, even now.” “Your mom and I have always been good friends at first,” he said, his tone softer but still resolute. “Then open your eyes about your ‘good friend,’” I shot back, pushing him slightly and crossing my arms with a gloomy glare.

"Her son, Bob, was a friend of yours." "Still is," I replied. "We talk all the time." She knew that. "I always liked Brooke." "I think it was more than 'like.'" Mom smiled at me over the edge of her mug. "Brooke is a very attractive woman." I ran my finger across my lips in a zipper motion. Mom laughed. "Brooke and I have been confidants for years. We've shared every part of our lives." Mom shifted on her feet, moving her legs open a little. "We had an in-depth conversation about a week ago."

I remember when Sharon would tell me she would go over to his place when Tony was working and staying at his condo downtown. “Yeah, and they played it off like it was no big deal,” “Well to them, it is no big deal,” I stated. I traced my fingers down his chest, dragging back and forth over his stomach. “But he’s my best friend,” Tony exhaled looking up to the ceiling. “And I’m your mom’s best friend. So where does that leave us?” “In a fucked up situation,” I nodded my head in agreement. “I was just thinking what your mother would say about us being together,” I raised my eyebrows and shook my head slowly.

On the night of my engagement party, my mother and I were sipping champagne in the VIP room of a couture shop. That’s when my fiancé’s secretary sent me a video. In the video, Camilla was pinning a middle-aged woman to the floor. She drove her diamond-studded heel into the woman’s face. Over and over. “Serafina, you cheap, pretentious little bitch. Did you really think that just because you fucked the Boss and got a ring, your mother could sneak into his vault and steal his diamonds?” Another sharp kick from the stiletto. The woman’s face was a bloody pulp. A weak gasp of pain escaped her lips. “Rats from the sewer. Always wanting what isn’t yours. I’m the only woman the Boss trusts. Now I’

"I'm a friend of your mom's." I stare at him. A friend. He walks in here after everything, and he calls himself a friend. How did he even know she was awake? There's no one in the room but us. I look at the camera dome in the corner of the ceiling and decide I don't want to know. Isa studies him with the flat, assessing look she gives new people. "I know all of Mummy's friends." "Do you?" "Aunt Judith. Aunt Mira. Uncle Kian is her best friend." She says.

Over the phone, I had pleaded with Martin desperately. Martin, please, I'm begging you to come back! You have to come back... Mom is really dying! She needs you to sign the authorization, or we can't get the bone marrow match! You're the only one in the entire hospital who can sign off on this! If you don't come back, Mom is really going to die!"