My Best Friend Novels & Stories

*Scarlet* On Christmas Eve 26 years ago, I came into this world, a healthy, baby girl; but I wasn't the only one born on that day. Enter, Cole Caldwell; the other baby in my neighborhood, born Christmas Eve, 26 years ago. Also known as my best friend. His brother Johnny is one of my best friends too, but Cole and I have been attached at the hip since we entered this world. Years and years of sexual tension between us, yet, we NEVER have crossed that line. It's not like I haven't wanted to, the same goes for Cole; we just didn't want to ruin our friendship. Friends having sex, usually, never turns out good. I don't want to lose <

He is Reile’s brother, the youngest and naughtiest. I still remember he brought me a cupcake last week when I sat quietly in my basement room, watching my parent’s video and celebrating my birthday alone. But all my complaints aside, when I meet my best friend, Milo Efrain. He is more than I can explain in words. We have been together since I don’t know how long. Our mothers were best friends, and they passed those genes to us to continue the friendship bond. He is one of a handsome man, own an event management company.

’’ He replied seriously this time but pocked my nose in the end making me giggle. ‘’So I must come first to be your friend?’’ I asked and committed to myself always try to be best. ‘’you don’t have to try to be the best. You already are. My best friend.’’ He said cupping my cheek making me feel like the happiest person on earth. But by best he means to stay best. And for that, I can never lose or he will not be my friend anymore. No, no. I will never let that happen. He will always stay as my friend.

He sniffles and then chuckles. I continue my quest to distract him. “Let’s see… If your best friend is Ransom, then it’s electrocution. If it’s Jase, then it’s being bossed around and getting your rear kicked if you disobey. If it’s Arson, then you have a personal mechanic and wingman. If it’s Carley, you have someone to bandage you up and love you unconditionally. If it’s me, well, then you’re so screwed! I’m a horrible best friend,” I kid with a snort and a laugh.

I cannot believe the body that was lying lifelessly on the bed is the one that is so active right now. " I love you all " " We love you too " the three of us chorused and we all group hugged. The last straw was pulled when we thought we lost Tracy but miraculously she came back to us and that is a prove that hope and miracle do exists !. THE END Thank you for reading my best friend's brother !!!.

“I’ll make time this week so we can do all that we planned to do.” “Liv, you don’t have to stress yourself….” “I want to.” She said and then she put an arm around me. “I miss my best friend.” “I miss my best friend too.” I told her softly. “So, what do you say bestie. Would you be my date to the homecoming dance?” She asked me with one raised eyebrow. How did we get here? I wondered. I wanted to tell her about Brad and I. I needed to but somehow this whole conversation had changed things.

He says and I try to rein them in. "I'm not crying over him. I'm crying over the fact that one of my best friends went behind my back, fucked my boyfriend and neither one of them said anything. That was weeks ago, Quinn!" I cry and he shooshes me gently, running his fingers through my hair as I calm down. "You deserve better, sweetheart. A better man and better friends." He says and his words soothe my shattered heart. I hold him tighter thinking maybe, just maybe I've found both in the same person.

I follow suit, my own wolf wrapping me in a world of physical sensation that still can’t blot out the guts-on-the-ground feeling. My best friend. My best fucking friend. Forget tradition, forget being promised to each other, Eva is and always has been my best friend. She’s been at my side through all my best and worst moments, just like I’ve been at her side through hers. That’s why it was so easy to imagine walking away from Candace and spending my life with her. I’ve been practicing for twenty years. And a life with one’s best friend is most people’s dream come true. I’ve never seen Eva look like that before.

FELIX. I’m a shitty person. I know I’ve always been a shitty person, but at least I wasn’t like that to the few people I care about—one of them being my best friend. But after getting myself involved with his ex-girlfriend, I’m just realizing what a shittier person I’ve turned into.

"Like I'd ever be that fuckin' stupid. Man would somehow blame me for it, then go hunt down the poor kid." Honestly? Fair. Gray probably would kill a teenage McDonald's employee over me offering titties in exchange for fried potatoes. Which really should not sound as weirdly romantic as it does. I finally open the bag. The smell hits me instantly—hot grease and salt wrapping around my soul like emotional support in edible form. God bless McDonald's. I shoot a fry into my mouth and practically moan. "Okay, wow," I mumble around the bite. "You're officially the best person I've ever met."