Mom Bestfriend Novels & Stories

I’m afraid of what Colin would do if he even thought I liked someone. She smiles. “You and my Gia are total opposites. Every week she has a new crush.” “I do not!” Gia shouts as she enters with the tray. “Gia, she’s your best friend. She’s going to find out you’re a flirt,” her mother says as she rolls the tray over. “Mom, I am not,” Gia protests as she hands her mother the cup of tea. “Best friend,” I mumble, shocked by the words. I never thought she would call me that, but having heard me, Gianna turns to me with a smile.

, she prepares a milk coffee in both cups only to realise he intakes black coffee. “Who cares? He has to have it now that I prepared”, mumbling to herself she shrugs her shoulders when her phone rings again and sighing for the nth term she answers it. “Yes dad…”, she chimes with a dull tone. “What's my dearest daughter doing?”, he chirps. “Making coffee for your bestfriend. That dickhead made me his personal assistant out of the blue”, she mumbles and George gasps, “What?”

Though it is small but it is very homely and also fits in my budget. Today is my birthday but there is no one with whom I can celebrate.My best friend is out of the town with her family.Anna Mary is the closest person left after my mother's death.we became best friends in Sophomore years of school. we have each others back whenever required.Her family is like a second family to me.

I tried to defend Aoife. But why am I trying to defend her? Nothing is going on between Matt and Aoife. Right? They are close friends. “Oh, my sweet baby. You don’t see what I see,” Mom replied while caressing my head. I rolled my eyes as I replied, “Mom, you know Matt very well. He has been my best friend since kindergarten.” She smiled as Zareena passed her the orange juice. “Sure, whatever you say, son. I hope you can see the truth.”

I instantly felt better, that smile could heal the world. "Hi, Mom," I said as I went over to her and kissed her on the cheek. I know it might seem weird that I call my best friend's mom Mom but Amelia and I have been inseparable since kindergarten. Her mom, Tonia, became a second mother to me, a confidante, and the dispenser of the best chocolate chip cookies on the planet. Over the years, we'd shared countless sleepovers, whispered secrets, and navigated the treacherous waters of teenagehood together. Tonia had been there for every milestone, every heartbreak, and every triumph. So, calling her Mom felt natural, a reflection of the deep bond we shared.

Audrey said jokingly. Alea laughed at that. They laughed together, momentarily forgetting their previous sadness and disappointment. "Are you okay there? Mommy was worried about leaving you alone." "I'm fine, Mom. Mommy doesn't have to worry. I have Kenzie to keep me company here." "Really?" "Emmh, Mom. Does Mommya like Kenzie?" Alea asked with some concern. Alea felt comfortable being friends with Kenzie and she liked the boy, so when she learned from Kenzie that they were brothers, it made Alea happy.

I asked with false bravado. For a moment, she studied me. Then her lips curved, not in kindness, but in something like triumph. “My name is Grace Miller and I’m the woman your mother trusted most. Her best friend. The one person you were never supposed to forget. But you did.” Her words hit me like a slap. My chest hollowed out, my mind racing to match the claim with memory. Best friend? My mom’s? I’d never seen this woman in my life. And yet… something about her eyes made my stomach churn, a familiarity that prickled at the edges of my mind with recognition.

Ariana half-whispered aware that Carmen was still with us. "I think he remembers." Mom muttered. I raised my brows. "What do you.." "That's why he was nice. I think he remembers." She muttered again. "Mom? Speak actual words." I said impatiently. "I was Alicia's bestfriend." Mom muttered, her face falling. My brows raised, and so did Ariana's. "Who's.." "His first mate." Mom replied. "Carmen's Mom." My eyes widened. Ariana's lips parted, and we both raised our head up to Carmen unbelievably.

"But when I got there it wasn't just Jamie." "My mom was there." I look at him carefully. His face is composed but his jaw has that tightness it gets when something is costing him more than he wants to show. "Your mom," I say carefully. "As in…" "As in the woman who raised me and married the loser and chose to stay in that house." His voice is even. Too even. "Yes. That mom." "How did she…" "She and Jamie are friends apparently. Charity work." He lets out a short breath that isn't quite a laugh. "Of all the houses in the city she could have been in."

My heart hammered against my ribs, but I sent a silent thanks to the moon that I'd latched the door. "I'm preparing for the mating ceremony now!" I shouted back, forcing my voice steady. I could still hear him muttering dark curses under his breath, but soon enough, his heavy footsteps retreated. I didn't dare waste another second. "Quickly," I whispered urgently to Grace, "we're out of time." The moment she slipped out, my eyes finally fell upon my mother. She looked so peaceful, and it tugged at my heart. I bit my lower lip to suppress the sobs that racked me. My mother deserved so much more than what I could give her. She deserved more than what this pack gave her.