Novel & Cerita My Best Friend Anne Frank

Trying to get the words out of me with questions I can’t hide from. "Noah," I call his name with a warning edge to my voice, a silent request for him to drop it. But it’s Noah Addams—he never drops anything until he’s gotten to the bottom of it. He sets the plushie on his right thigh and leans forward with lifted brows. "Seriously, Brynn. Who’s he?" Knowing he won’t give it up, I sigh and look away from him. "He’s Asher’s best friend." "Asher’s best friend?" Noah repeats and I nod without meeting his eyes.

And Tristan realized Lena was following him. So, he followed her. He killed her on that cliff because she knew too much and was going to tell me the truth. So, she had to die. I sat in that small office, my whole body shaking. I felt a vast, consuming hatred boiling inside me. Tristan Shaw, you killed my best friend. You killed the person who cared for me more than anyone else in the world. And you still sat across from me every day, eating like nothing had happened, smiling as you told me good night.

I reply honestly. Stuart has been my best friend since pre-school. Our anne’s were best friends from high school, and we were very fortunate that their friendship lasted until my anne took her final breath as she lay on the footpath bleeding out in front of my baba’s favourite Italian restaurant. My friendship with Stu quickly morphed into a brotherhood during my parents’ wake. He knew when I needed to leave the mansion to get some fresh air or when I needed a moment to grieve alone or a shoulder to lean on. He never judged me or gave me the impression that my feelings weren’t valid. He stepped in when I needed Cenk the most.

“I’ll join you on the rink.” Lily slaps me lightly on the hand. “Don’t be wicked, Era.” Her voice is cold, but I can hear the hint of a joke in it. Then she turns towards them and bows. “I’m Lily.” Her voice is low and seductive. “I’m Sierra’s best friend.” I scoff. This isn’t Lily’s voice. This girl is a troublemaker and can literally scream the whole place down, so why is she acting like she can’t even kill an ant?

"You're officially the best person I've ever met." Luther chuckles, shaking his head as he turns onto our street. "Hope you regret bein' mean to me all damn day." I grab another fry, warmth settling into my stomach for the first time all night. "Maybe a little." "Mm-hm." "But in my defense," I add quickly, pointing a fry at him. "I was in the middle of a tiny little Menty-B." "You said I was built like an air fryer." I nearly inhale the fry in my mouth.

The design showed two girls hand-drawn with uneven lines. No one else would recognize it, but I knew exactly what it was. As kids, my best friend, Kylie Zimmer, and I had drawn the design ourselves and had two custom hair ties made. Only two of them existed. One was packed away in a box I never touched, and the other one was with Kylie. It had been buried with her when she died years ago. And yet, here it was, in the video. Panic ripped through me so fast that it felt like a stampede rushing through me. I sat frozen in place until the door creaked open.

--- My roommate’s name was Chloe. She was from a small town three hours away, and she’d decorated her side of the room with fairy lights and photos of her golden retriever. She was the kind of person who smiled first and asked questions later, and within an hour of meeting her, she’d already invited me to a dorm floor meeting and promised to share her coffee maker. “You seem sad,” she said on the second night, sitting cross‑legged on her bed while I unpacked my books. “I’m not sad.”

"Hi, Del. Where are you from? I've been looking for you since yesterday. Why did you disappear, huh?" Delmar was silent and just looked at Brisa with a sad look. For eighteen years of friendship, Brisa can read if now Delmar is not in good condition. Even though his best friend didn't say anything. "Wait a moment." Brisa stopped the person who was decorating her nails. Nails that have been colored silver and will now be decorated with small white gems.

Mark laughingly shouted from behind. "Shut up...." Anna shouted loudly in anger. "Missed you so much.....Where were you missing from so many days? It feels like I am seeing you after years." Leslie hugged Anna tightly and said. Anna had only one friend Leslie. Although she can also be called Anna's best friend. When Anna used to live in college hostel, Leslie also used to be her room partner. It was very rare that Anna did not share her secrects with her. Leslie was also such a friend of hers on whom she could trust even with her eyes closed.