Mom Bestfriend Novels & Stories

One I can not fucking stop or restrain. I am about to close her notebook and carry her to bed when the page flips to the letter M. My chest squeezes when I see the first word there. Genevieve says she categorizes them by colors. The red is for the hardest ones to get over. And the first word under the letter M is written in a thick red marker. A word that should not be in the negative words list in the first place. Mom. It has several red lines underneath it—bold, messy, harsh —and I can imagine her furrowed brow and stiff movements when she did this. When she decided Mom is the worst word under the letter M. Like she thinks death is the worst word under the letter D.

"Hi April, I'm Carolina, your mother's friend." "Cut the crap. This woman is no friend of yours, mother. I've never heard you talk about her. And why is she the only friend that has visited you? You really think Carolina Mendoza can care about anyone other than herself?" "Carolina and I met on F******k and become really close. I'm so happy that she came to see me, unlike my other friends who've proven to be fake. Useless bunch. Why are you here anyway, weren't you supposed to be going back to Miami?"

I stand there with my hands slack at my sides and my eyes locked on hers. Jayna moves. “Mom that's not what we want to hear. The real question is what's the deal with you and Caroline!” “She's a real bitch, a snitch who'd sleep with her best friend’s fiance barely two months to their wedding,” Mom snaps, chest heaving. Anger laced thick in her voice. There's a beat of silence so thick you could sink in it. My ear rings as I try to connect the dots. Mom, Caroline. Best friends?

That his best friend and his mother shared something they shouldn't. I couldn’t pretend forever. And yet I had no idea how to stop. I came downstairs to find Jason in the kitchen, tapping through his phone. He looked up. “You and Mom were up late again.” I hesitated. “She couldn’t sleep. Neither could I.” He gave me a look. Half amusement, half something I couldn’t name. “She talk to you about stuff?” he asked. “Sometimes.” “What kind of stuff?” “Just… life. Loss. Regret.”

I just couldn't let that happen. Not now, not ever. I had no idea what had turned Maya into the beast that she was right now. I remembered clearly the night she had been referring to, she has just been admitted into the orphanage and she knew no one obviously and she had been trying to make friends but the other kids had been so mean to her that she was crying at the corner and I had gone to confront her and promised never to leave her side after she asked me if I would ever stop being her friend. How had that Maya changed to this monster I was seeing right now. I sighed looking around once again for Nathan before I decided that it was a pointless situation and going back inside to eat somet

Frank finally looked up from his newspaper, raising an eyebrow at the tension between my mother and me. Pamela, undeterred, leaned forward. "Fine, not Chloe. But what about that older woman? The one you mentioned seeing a few months ago?" I froze, my fork hovering mid-air. I set it down deliberately, meeting my mother's gaze. "I don't have any woman in my life, Mom. And honestly, I'd prefer if you respected my decisions." Pamela sighed, leaning back in her chair. "I just want what's best for you."

Time to talk about Vimon, and I proceeded to do that as soon as I got my breath back. " Now tell me about your mother." I demanded. " Has Theo reported any distressing news?" " That's just it." " Nothing distressing or really worrisome, apparently she's in the woods on a solo camping trip." " In the woods?" I cried, unable to hide my surprise. I had known Vimon for almost two years now and if there was one thing I had learned about her, it was that under no circumstances would she willingly forfeit any of the comforts that came with being the matriarch of the ruling family and the alpha's mother. The thought of her camping in the woods all by herself was not one I could fathom.

The room was silent, and the tension was thick enough to cut through. "Eliot?" Bridget's voice was choked with tears. "Bridget, Babe, look, I..." "You're disgusting! Ahhh!" Her hand connected with his face, and he looked at her, stunned. I had never seen her so furious. "I hate you, Eliot! I hate you! I hate all of you!" She glared at all of us, her eyes red and moist. "You!–" She pointed at me. "–You're disgusting. You're sleeping with my best friend! Mom died, you remarried, then you left stepmom and now you're fucking her! And I know she's pregnant! Then you!–"

"Hey guys, I'll like you to meet my best friend, who's also my older sister and my mom all in one. Her name is Mel." Jojo pulled Mel to the front, and it was only a matter of time until the girls warmed up to Mel's wits, charm, and humor.

Friday came, and my mother was practically bursting with excitement—more excited than I was, in fact. “Oh, I called a friend of mine,” she announced with a grin so wide it was almost comical. “She’ll be in charge of your makeover.” My mother was humming under her breath and even doing a little happy dance as she spoke. Not long after, her friend arrived—Miss Sara. She was unmated, her mate having rejected her for reasons only he knew. Instead of letting it break her, she’d thrown herself into her work and built a thriving brand. She had been my mother’s friend long before I was born—probably the most successful friend she had.