My Best Friend's Story Novels & Stories

"Hmm, boys, let's go" Bright said and his Zombie friends join him as he left with his head buried in shame. It was a hectic first day in school and his best. I arrived home from school with loads of stories to tell my mom who has always been his best friend, confidant and gossip mate. Yeah, my mom had been my best friend if not the only friend I have had for a very long time, we share lots of things, she tells me about her doings while I also tell her about mine, whenever I'm out, I kept running to get home fast so I could tell her things that happened in her absence.

My turn to scream, uh-oh. "Oh my God," why didn't you tell me this earlier? I demanded as I hugged my two best friends. I'm really happy for her. It seems some people get to have their happily ever after after all. It's not just meant for everyone. Someone like me, for instance, But I was happy and not about to drown in self-pity again, not when one of my best friends just met her mate. So I asked, "Lola, when did you both meet?" I was quite eager to hear the full story.

Slowly, I closed the laptop, unable to process anything except this very unexpected information. My best friend has slept with my fiancé’s cousin. Oh holy crap. The end. Thank you all for the support since he book started, share it to other people.

Our nine-year friendship has been smooth-sailing since we met on our first year of college. There is a secret though that I've been keeping. I don't know when it happened and how, but I just feel it—I like my bestfriend a lot, much more than a bro normally would. Ever since our Bio days, he has been helping me with my academic and extracurricular work. I am a good student but he pushes me to become better. It's not like we're competing with each other. No, not like that. Instead, he motivates me to do the best that I can, because he also does the same. This is why when we're together, we're unstoppable. Our tandem wins almost all inter-university quiz bees that our professors sends us to joi

" This was the best part I liked about sharing my problems with my best friend. She takes it more seriously than I that one would think she is the victim. "I seriously don't know what to do anymore. I have a fe eling that Lena would cause a big drift between us soon "

The receptionist just laughed like Kimberly was telling some kind of joke. “I know this is hard to believe but I have had men who have best friends who they love so much and do everything with them. For records, my ex was the same as his best buddy. Always partying together and doing everything together and I think it is cute '' Kim wanted to slap this girl in the mouth.

Their souls were bound, meant for each other. Despite their flaws and the obstacles they had faced, they overcame everything and remained inseparable. MY BROTHER’S BEST FRIEND. * * * THE END. Thanks for reading! Please check out my other books; you're going to love them. Much love, dear readers!

After contemplating, she answered, "Okay, fine." She wavered briefly before finally telling the story, "Kent was my best friend since high school. We were really close. I -"

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.

“Not unless you want a dissertation on how my life is slowly turning into a soap opera, minus the budget for good lighting.” He waits. Doesn’t push, doesn’t roll his eyes. Just waits. And somehow that’s worse than any snappy comeback he could’ve given me. So I do what I always do. I crack the joke. “Ugh. Where to start? My best friend is head over heels for a guy who lies for a living, and I’m the idiot who told her to give him a chance because, spark-wise, it was obvious the lovely, sweet billionaire wasn’t providing it. Now she’s in deeper than I ever imagined, and half the time I’m terrified she’s going to get herself killed chasing answers I can’t protect her from. And me? I’m the emotio