My Best Friend Has One Rule Novels & Stories

she says. But she doesn’t, not really, I can tell. Her eyes flick away for half a second, then back to me. “Last time I checked…” She starts, then stops. Her jaw tightens slightly, and she exhales. Then says it anyway— “Girls and boys don’t do ‘best friends.’” I almost laughed. Instead, I lean back slightly against the counter, crossing my arms. “Is that a rule?” I ask. She doesn’t like that, I can tell. Her eyes narrow just a little.

"I owe you no fucking explanation. What I do and why I do it, it has nothing to fucking do with you and I’d appreciate—" "It has everything to fucking do with me!" I snap as I crowd her and keep moving forward until I have her against the wall. "It has everything to do with me, Brynn." My voice drops and my heart runs wild in my chest as I examine her face. "Especially when it comes to my best friend."

She exhaled slowly, torn between wanting to strangle him and admitting he had a point. “Fine,” she said at last, voice tight. “If we do this, there are rules.” His eyes lit up. “Rules?” “Yes. Rule one—you don’t flirt with me in public.” He grinned. “Define flirt.” She gave him a look that could cut glass. “Rule two—you don’t send me flowers. Ever again.” “Noted,” he said, though the smirk didn’t leave his face. “Rule three,” she continued, “you tell Adrian before this gets worse. I’m not letting your best friend find out through the tabloids.”

When I asked why they didn’t just make it available so they could at least make some money from it, they looked at me funny. Because they’re rich enough to make such foolish purchases, they don’t see why they should care. So stupid. While eating, I was given a set of ground rules by Niccolo. “Rule 1: You can’t tell anyone you’re sleeping with us. Trust is important. We should be able to trust and respect each other.” I haven’t slept with them, though, so does it really count if my best friends know? “Rule 2: When one of us needs you, you must drop everything you’re doing.”

Isla POV I don’t realize how much I’ve been holding in until my hands start shaking over something as simple as dialing a number. It shouldn’t feel this hard. Calling Sienna has never felt hard. She’s the one person I’ve always gone to without thinking—no rehearsing, no filtering, no pretending everything is fine when it’s not. But right now…right now it feels like if I say it out loud, it becomes real in a way I can’t undo. My thumb hovers over her name. Sienna, my Best friend, safe place. Home, in human form.

I looked across the entire room. “And one more thing. Everyone standing here tonight, remember this. The Leon family can replace a district boss. It can replace drivers, lawyers, mistresses, accountants, and even the groom at a wedding. But the rules do not change. Anyone who tries to use this family as a ladder to climb up the ranks, I’ll break their legs.” This time, every single person lowered their head. I knew this fight was far from over. The real retaliation would begin tomorrow. However, I had been waiting for this day for far too long.

"Item one, though." "I'm not crossing it off." "You met him." "I didn't know I was meeting him. It doesn't count until I do it on purpose." "That is the stupidest rule you've ever made, and you have a rule about which hand to hold a fork in." "It's a good rule." "What are you going to do?"

"What rules?" "One: I don't want to know about it. No details. Ever. Two: Be discreet. I don't want to walk in on you guys again. Three: If this ends badly and you break my dad's heart, we're going to have problems. And four: if my dad breaks YOUR heart, I'm going to kill him." Sophia threw her arms around Riley. "Thank you. God, thank you. I promise I'll follow all the rules." "You better. Because this is weird enough without having to hear my best friend screaming 'harder, Damien' through walls."

“Off Limits?! I can be with whomever I want, you don’t make the rules for me Anthony. Do I make rules for you?” “No but,” I stammered. I knew she would get upset but it was my best friend. “But what?” She stood looking at me. “I get that he’s your friend. I understand that. But he’s a grown ass man, Anthony.” She was right. Matt was grown, but he knew all this time. “You could have at least told me instead of sneaking around and shit!” I snapped. She blinked and chuckled. “I’m a grown ass woman. I can do what I want. I didn’t tell you because look at how you’re reacting right now!” I huffed.

I was also promoted ahead of schedule to Deputy Chief of the Combat Training Section, becoming one of the youngest middle-level cadres in the detachment. It seemed like my life was back on track—better than before, even. I knew deep down that some things had changed for good, though. I still loved being a firefighter and rushing into the fire, but I learned a hard lesson. I learned that outside of the job, I had to guard my good intentions with a bit of suspicion. I buried the emergency toolbox in the deepest part of the storage room, sealing away that dark chapter of my life along with it.