My Best Friend's Story の小説・ストーリー

“You rarely come here. In fact… this is your first time visiting since you came back.” “I know,” Maya replied with a small smile, her eyes scanning the polished furniture and wide windows. “It’s so beautiful here.” “Thank you,” he said warmly, gesturing for her to sit. “So… what’s up? Did Ethan break your heart? Happens all the time, you know. Girlfriends come running to complain about their boyfriends to his best friend.” Maya forced a stiff smile. “That’s not it. Actually… it’s something else. I have to tell you.”

Let me guess, My Best Friend's Boyfriend? -Diddy.

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.

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.

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?"

Meanwhile, my so-called best friend stood before the media with tears streaming down her face, putting on a show for the cameras. "I'm Jasmine's best friend, and I've known her for over a decade," she sobbed, her voice quivering. "We've been friends since middle school. We've been there for each other through everything. I watched her get married, and I thought she was happy. I never imagined something like this could happen. "She always asked me to keep things quiet, but she would say... awful things sometimes.

*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