My Best Friend Has One Rule Novels & Stories

"Done." I announce as I walk back to the kitchen. He's sitting on the bar stool, swiping the phone screen furiously, which I know by heart that he's playing Fruit Ninja. "Good. I've already told Cass I'm busy today so," he puts his phone on the kitchen island, now focusing on me. "Okay." Another rule for our friendship day and that sacred one-pass-a-year; nobody interrupts us. I figured the only person who would do that in my life is Mom and May but they both have their life to live, so nahhh, no need to inform them about this. We don't even contact each other every day. Being best friends doesn't mean we have to talk every day.

I swear sometimes being best friends with River is like having a whole second mom who sees everything. “Rule number one, be nice to everyone. This includes the staff, no one is below you. Rule two, if you have a need, simply ask. Rule number three, there will be no sex or sexual contact. This is to ensure every female has a fair chance at winning over the alpha without trying to bribe him with your body.” River snorts, “what if rule number two negates rule number three?”

I can’t hurt my best friend because of my stupid feelings. “No,” I said to Andre. “Let’s be honest to our partners instead. No more lies, no more kisses, we can’t be alone for too long anymore because it’s obvious we can’t keep our hands off each other. Let today be the last time we ever get to be alone together.” My voice turned pleading, I hoped he understood, “For our friends’ sakes?” A muscle ticked in his jaw. I thought he was going to argue but he nodded reluctantly and I released a sigh of relief. “For our friends’ sakes.”

We breached most of his fucking rules. “Thank god you are not stupid and you can learn. Seeing you like this makes me a little at ease, you are not one of those silly girls who thinks they can change him or some shit. The man is my closest friend since forever but I fucking know that he is dangerous, hell even I get scared of him sometimes. My friend is a sick, possessive bastard who would kill his favorite toy but not give it or let anyone have it. When you get the chance, you should leave and never look back.”

However, I don't miss that annoying smirk at the corner of his lips despite the distance between. I give him a hard look but he doesn't look fazed and I hate it. What I hated even more was the fact that he was using the stupid rule against me. The rule that I, myself, came up with so that we could keep time and focus on training. Heavens, is there a way someone could take back the words that she/he said? “If one of us doesn't show up on time, you'll take care of the other person's laundry.” That was the stupidest rule that I have ever come up with in my entire life. I can't believe that he's using the rule against me since it was made for him.

"I punched my best friend in the mouth the day after Valentine's Day." "Over a waffle." "Over a Valentine's waffle," he said, horrified. "That's so much worse." He was quiet for a second. "So we owe ourselves one," he said. "We owe ourselves several things." "Then we're doing a late one. A really good late one." He pointed at the laptop. "Write that down. Rule six." "There's no rule six." "There is now." "Rule three," I said, before he could add anything worse.

ELLE Rule number one: Best friends don't keep secrets from each other. Rule number two: Best friends come first before anyone else. Rule number three: Best friends must always have each other’s backs. Rule number four: Best friends must attend important events together. Rule number five: Best friends will not ditch each other for popularity. Rule number six: Your best friend's brother is your brother, not your lover. Rule number seven: Best friends must celebrate birthdays together — always. Rule number eight: You must support your best friend's dreams and ambitions. Rule number nine: No lies - no matter what.

"Are those all of your rules?" I was having trouble focusing as he continued touching me. What the fuck was wrong with me? Get a grip, Felix, he's just a boy. When I didn't reply, he spoke. "I have a few rules of my own that I'd like to add to the list." He tucked two fingers inside my pants, pulling me towards him. I tried to conceal my astonishment at his bold move. "Rule number six: if you think you're getting the upper hand every time, think again."

WREN Rule one: Best friends never keep secrets. Rule two: Best friends come before everyone else. Rule three: Best friends always have each other's backs. Rule four: Best friends show up to the big moments together. Rule five: Best friends never abandon each other to be popular. Rule six: A best friend's brother is a brother, never a love interest. Rule seven: Best friends spend every birthday together, without exception. Rule eight: Best friends champion each other's dreams. Rule nine: No lies, whatever the cost. Rule ten: Best friends settle every fight before the day ends. Rule eleven: Nobody gets to wedge themselves between best friends. And rule twelve: Best friends forever, whatever ha

Tristan declared with a calm tone. "I think these rules are enough so I'm not going to add anything of mine. But for me you can enter my room and ask about my personal info. I don't think it as a hurdle. So I have 4rules to follow." "My 1st rule is Don't ever ignore me." Hazel said with a stern voice which made Tristan confuse. But he nodded anyway. "2nd one is every Sunday we will order food. I don't like to cook on Sunday's. And listen you're my friend from now so you need to accept my every request or demand. Am I clear?"