Novel & Cerita My Best Friend Is An Eldritch Horror Manhwa

Dimitri and I went to the same college while Kenna went to medical school which wasn't a problem because we ended up meeting each other, frequently. During those meetings, I brought Dimitri with me and the two got close. So, the two of them are my best friend. I mean, I can't just have a girl best friend without having a guy best friend because how am I supposed to talk some weird . . . weird stuff? ''You're fucking kidding me,'' He responds as I laugh, ''No fucking way, man. Stop laughing and start telling me the truth . . . you asshole,'' My hands go up to defend myself as soon as he starts to make his way towards me to push me on the shoulder.

She laughed softly at the idea of her neighbour who was a chatty girl around twenty and was the only friend of her in the whole building. Meanwhile back on the glowing screen of the laptop the number of views were still rising each moment because of the chapter content since it was a smut scene. But one comment popped up from the same account who had been buying all her chapters since the beginning, with a white blank profile picture and no introduction on the main page. Well, I believe you can comprehend the user who commented nothing more than a capitalized italic 'What the fuck!'

Moon would for sure know. "Oh, Cho-ae! Where have you been! It's your birthday and you go out without telling anyo—Who is this? Your girlfriend?" Cho-ae panicked and her eyes immediately widened. She laughed nervously and then shook her head vigorously. "Mom, no. No, no. This is Young-mi. She's my best friend." Mrs. Moon looked up at her with suspicion and then Cho-ae continued, "She has a boyfriend." Her mother clicked her tongue and went back further inside the house. "Men are useless anyway, you'll soon find."

She said, turning her face away, feeling embarrassed. "It's alright. I should be the one to apologize. Yes, I think you look like her, her younger and much nicer version. She's a friend, my ex-best friend," He said giving her a painful smile. "I'm so sorry. Is she dead?" "No, she's not. She's very much alive, it'll take a lot to kill her," He said chuckling, "I'm sure even death is terrified of her." "She sounds fun. What Happened? Why is she your ex-best friend? You both fought?"

That is what I thought but… it would be more scary if I did find something weird on it. I sometimes watch movies like when the protagonist finds a mysterious room inside the killer’s house and ends up having tons of dead bodies in it. Oh, I remember one manhwa about a killer who likes to peel onions so that the smell of the blood will not reek off him. He liked his neighbor who is a newspaper writer, he invited him for dinner but ended up discovering a room full of dead bodies. It was an amazing story actually. Hah, I now wonder if his library has some stories like that.

"And yes, okay, yes he did. Are you happy now?" "Happy? HAPPY? Trinity, I am living for this! This is better than any romance novel I've ever read because it's actually happening to my best friend!" "You're impossible," I said, but I was laughing despite my embarrassment. "I can't believe you waited this long to tell me!" she continued, her voice still pitched with excitement. "Here I was thinking you were just having some mild supernatural drama, and meanwhile you're out here living every woman's reverse harem fantasy!"

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.

Zara's POV. Laura wasn't the girl I made my best friend anymore. She wasn't the girl that couldn't go a single day without seeing me or even talking to me. She would badge into my house at midnight just to complain about something ridiculous that happened to her and I would enjoy every bit of her pettiness. She was the same best friend of mine that would always steal food from my plate, whenever we ate food at home or we ate food outside and when I caught her in the act of stealing, she would swear that my food always tasted better than hers.

And …why was he drunk? “It's okay. I'm here…if no one loves you …I…I.. I'm your bestfriend” I said but the words sounded bitter in my tongue. Best friend? This has to be the most ridiculous excuse ever. “Hm, hot” he said, and began tugging on his shirt, trying to pull it away. His skin flashed underneath the shirt and my fingers curled. Noah! How much punishment do I have to take? It's bad enough I breathe in his scent, listen to his damn voice, look at his fucking lips and still can't do anything. And now, …now I'm supposed to watch him strip himself or perhaps I'm supposed to strip him myself?

"Anything for you, baby." Bang. Dante's head explodes backward with the kill shot, and even I'm surprised by how little I feel when his spirit slips free of his body, leaving behind only an empty shell. The man was my best friend and my second for our entire adult lives, and he ruined everything with one impulsive move. Hopefully, that will be a lesson to all my men. If you don't like my woman, if you disrespect her, I'll let her have her turn, and then you're gone for good.