My Best Friend's Story Novels & Stories

“You’re important to me. You know that, right? You mean more. I’m sorry I did that. I just couldn’t...” “It’s okay,” Ethan said quietly. “Sorry,” she said again, squeezing his hand. “But what did you want to tell me?” she asked. “It’s strange for you to call me here.” Ethan nodded slowly. “I wanted to tell you" Lily was silent. “I felt guilty liking your best friend. She was more like a younger sister to us. But no matter how I tried to forget her, I couldn’t. I knew I couldn’t hide it forever. So I wanted to tell you, Lily.”

I remember when Sharon would tell me she would go over to his place when Tony was working and staying at his condo downtown. “Yeah, and they played it off like it was no big deal,” “Well to them, it is no big deal,” I stated. I traced my fingers down his chest, dragging back and forth over his stomach. “But he’s my best friend,” Tony exhaled looking up to the ceiling. “And I’m your mom’s best friend. So where does that leave us?” “In a fucked up situation,” I nodded my head in agreement. “I was just thinking what your mother would say about us being together,” I raised my eyebrows and shook my head slowly.

I wanted to get rid of them all but they kept on showing. One particular memory stood out though. I remembered her telling me a story about a woman who was her best friend. She said that they had been like sister but one day unavoidably circumstances pushed them apart. I could still feel the sadness and pain in her voice as she narrated the story. The tears she had she'd as she expressed how much she missed her best friend. My heart broke for her then and I knew that she would have done anything to unite with the said person. I still remembered how we hugged tightly, with her giving promises that made me feel special at the time.

With that, I looped my arm around Gerald's waist and Trevor halted his steps instantly. Surprise flared in Gerald's eyes as I placed my legs between his thighs and leaned against him, silently willing him to go out for a long pass. "Now that it has gotten to this point, I don't have to hide the fact that I'm also sleeping with my best friend. Now, let's get the rejection over and done with!" Claudia let out a peal of unhinged laughter. "You're sleeping with your janitor best friend? How low can you stoop, Beth?"

*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 my best friend over something as simple as SEX. We both just rece

"Hey, will you ever forgive me? It wasn't intentional. You know I don't like standing you up or bailing out on you." He said, his eyes so blue and captivating. I resisted the urge to cup his face _ as he stooped low in front of me. Instead, I took his hand. I knew what I was about to say might sound pathetic and would seem like I was desperate, but I wouldn't die in silence on this one. He was my best friend, and I had every right to spend time with him. "If you don't like it, then stop doing it. It hurts when you do it repeatedly knowing fully well that I would get angry, and then you expect me not to get angry."

Shut up when I am talking! Since I was a kid, I always heard stories everyday of people who have been best friends with people since they were were wearing diapers. Obviously, I never had a best friend when I was wearing diapers. All I had were playmates who were only interested in getting their bodies dirty in the sand. I used to be very weak then and all I knew was to run from one part outside my parents compound to another part searching for a good place where I could gather some reasonable amount of sand. Over the last few months, my relationship with Goodness and with other people has evolved. Most importantly, my relationship with Goodness. It has changed into more than friendship. It

The fact that he’s doing so again after pushing me away for two years kind of throws me off kilter. “About that.” He looks up. “I’m sorry,” “You’re sorry?” “Yes. I’m sorry. You were my best friend,” “And you were mine,” I say, lifting a shoulder. “Would it be too much to ask to let bygones be bygones?” he asks, an uncertain smile on his face. I lift a shoulder. “I guess not,”

I walk to the couch and let my body sink into it, closing my eyes as I bask in the relief of finally sitting down. My phone’s buzzing snaps my eyes open and I groan before I pull it out from my bag. My face lights up when I see the name and I quickly pick it. “You won't believe what just happened." I hear a sniff from the other end, like she's been crying. And one thing about my best friend : She doesn't cry. In her words “Mafia Princesses Don't Cry, They Make People Cry." I perk up in my seat, my brows scrunched. "What happened? Why’re you crying Brit?”

"And then we're going shopping. And then we're going to pretend Vincent doesn't exist." "I can't just pretend he doesn't exist." "You can try." She shoved me into her car. "I'm your best friend. It's my job to make you forget your problems." I didn't argue. We went to a café downtown. Quiet. Cozy. The kind of place where nobody knew my name. Sloane ordered for both of us. Two lattes. Two pastries. She knew what I liked without asking. "Okay," she said. "Talk to me. How are you really doing?"