My Best Friend Better Than Yours นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Ashley pouts, her lips downturned but her eyes giving her away—disappointment and longing written all over her face. "Is the D really that good?" Chelsea asks, smirking over her coffee. "Better," Ashley says without hesitation, her tone so flat it's clear she's not exaggerating. I nearly choke on my donut. Fantastic. Now my appetite's gone. Nothing kills a sugar rush faster than hearing your best friend rate your brother's dick like it belongs on Yelp. Tuning them out before Ashley can scar me further, I slide my phone out of my pocket and open the group chat. My thumb hovers for a second, hesitation twisting in my gut like it always does when I feel like I'm bothering them while they're han

After she took my money, she dumped me! [Now, she’s jealous that her best friend, Pearl, married the richest man in the city. So, she infected Pearl with AIDS. We hope that you can help us with this! None of us wants to have AIDS! It’s all Maya’s fault!] This was all playing out like it had in the previous timeline. After the netizens read Pearl and Wyatt’s claims, they started cursing me and my family out. Meanwhile, Benjamin gave me a call. The second I answered, he started cursing at me, “You horrible woman! I was wondering why you were provoking me to marry Pearl immediately! You knew all along that she had AIDS, and you were waiting for her to infect me! You’re a cruel, cruel woman!”

“I feel bad that you lied to me all these while Jax, whatever your reason might be. And you can't claim to love me - I don't even know you, I don't know what your name is. The Jax who was my best friend was a lie all along.” Jax sighed, a pained look crossing his face but he nodded. “Besides, I was hurt just a few hours ago. You loving me, as sweet as it is, means nothing.” “I'm sorry about Roy.” “It's fine.” “No, listen to me. Last night you said if you magically find yourself in a higher status than him, that you would want to make him pay. What if I give you an opportunity to?” I laughed despite myself, “and how will you do that, pray tell?”

The distance made me realize that my heart has grown fonder of him. But the point remained that I was his best friend. No matter how special he said I was, he would never see me as a potential date material. I pondered over these as I sat in Evie's car, on my way home. First day in college was fun, but let's cut to the chase; things weren't going to be the same anymore. I was looking at the way college girls flocked around him, just like high school. I couldn't help the jealousy that enveloped me. He was supposed to drive me home today as promised, but he bailed out because he had a date, with this freshman that was as 'hot as fuck' as he described. Exactly why I said I would never be more t

"Whether I like him or not, the end will be the same, Mildy. We are not suitable for each other because our gap is far apart not only in our age but also in our social status." "Hey, my best friend is feeling self-pity. It doesn't suit you, girl," she teased me but also hug me. "Any man who will have you is the luckiest in the world, Amber. Because you are kind, trustworthy, hardworking, and of course, very beautiful inside and out." I smiled when I heard what she said. She's really my best friend. She always boosts my self-esteem when I'm feeling down and having self-pity. I am lucky to have her as my best friend and I don't want anyone else to replace her.

It'd be easier for me to unpack later without needing to check one box at a time. He follows behind me, ''Yeah but I'm more passionate. I understand women better. I understand you better. Aidan can never compare to me because look at me, I have the whole package. Looks, personalities, money . . . you name it, sister. I'm the perfect guy,'' He says, proudly as he presses both of his hands on the kitchen island. A soft chuckles escapes my lips, ''Why would I need a passionate best friend?'' Then, I am already putting the boxes near the front door.

Just watched, jaw clenched like he was fighting something. I'm standing there in the garage, but all I want to do is to walk straight to him. Instead, I forced a smile for my family and looked away. Killian was Dante’s best friend. His right hand. The family enforcer. Ten years older than me. Completely off limits. I've had a crush on him for as long as I can remember. But he always sees me as his little sister he should always protect. But I'm tired of being seen as a child and I plan on taking matters into my own hands.

Grace's POv. "Hey, G. How's my favorite best friend doing?" "I thought I was your only best friend." I could hear the smile in her voice when she responded. "Tate is a very close second, but you're still my favorite - mostly because you're old enough to do shots with me and he isn't..." I smiled to myself, happy for the distraction, and shrugged. "Makes sense... he won't be much competition for at least a few more years."

You don't have to be scared, don't you want to have a friend that you can have by your side for the rest of your life? "I already have you." She responded with a pout. I rolled my eyes. "I would choose my daughter over you anytime. I would choose her over anyone in this world no matter who that person is! You should have that person too! I can't always be there, you need another best friend and nothing beats your own child."

With her size, Jared will definitely not be her match even if he is a boy, especially Amy whose body is thin. "Don't bother, Agnes. If they are happy with each other then I will let them be together. But I'm ending our friendship that we built up for many years," I answered my new friend. My best friend is gone but a new friend has taken her place and seems to be a more reliable friend than my old friend.