My Best Friend's Story Novels & Stories

The big brother I always wanted as an only child. "If he ever dares hurt you... Call me. I'll make him pay." he had said as a last resolute, making my eyes roll. "He's not going to hurt me, Brooks." Wanna bet?" "Brooks!" "I mean it. You're my best friend, the last thing I want is you getting hurt over a damn fool!" "Brooks, stop it," I said as we sat by our childhood tree house three years ago. "I bet you won't go past five years." he had said, making me uncomfortably angry. But I took the bet, determined to prove him wrong.

Welcome once again dearest reader! This is your Supernatural Spa storyteller, the Diwata promising you another story that could be true... But is truly chilling nonetheless... This story is from another human friend who has been featured earlier on here in the Spa. You can try and guess where that story is. Or find it for yourself... But before that, best you read on... Enjoy! ++++++++++++ This is my story about my ex-best friend but she’s not really the center of this story. It's actually her mom...

"Whatever, I love you, Zacky!" We both laughed. Our hands swayed as we walked from the place where our love story started. I told you, Zack is my best friend; Let me end it with a period now. Zack Jersey Mendoza Zendaya is my best friend. Don't worry, because there's another story after the period.... People may never know what's after, but we promise not to be Miserable at Best, and this time I swear I mean it.

"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?"

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.

she said and it convinced me to finally lay my eyes on her. “Now tell me about her. How did you two became best friends?” Her calm voice is soothing making me feel comfortable about talking to her. It’s making me cry knowing someone believes in me. Her face is saying it all. “She is the only friend I have. Nobody likes me but she did,” I started telling her the story trying not to burst into tears. “She played with me, laughed with me, helps me at everything. She’s my best friend until we grew up.”

I burst out laughing. She grabbed my arm dramatically. “How did you meet him?!” I hesitated slightly, knowing exactly where this was going. “He’s… Silas’s best friend.” Ava froze. Her eyes widened slowly. Then she leaned back, dragging her hands down her face. “Girl…” I winced. “Don’t.” “Girl… so you spinning the block now??” Ben coughed loudly to hide a laugh. I groaned, covering my face. “It’s not like that.”

"I did, didn't I? I am going off on a tangent. Shit. I didn't even get one story out without bringing werewolves into it." I smile. "Let me give it a try." When he nods I meet his eyes and smirk. "So when I was a little girl, my best friend was May. The two of us went everywhere together. One day when we were at school a girl came up to me and pushed me. May went over to her and pushed her back. It turns out the girl had a crush on me and didn't want to admit she swung both ways." The laugh he gives me as he puts his hand around my shoulders has me tingling inside. "That is fascinating. Did you know that I never showed interest in men?"

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.

That was just one of many things I hadn’t told her. “You’re nothing like that, okay? For Christ’s sake, look at you. You’re beautiful. You’re a writer—a popular one, working on her second book. And you’re my BEST FRIEND! If that doesn’t scream identity, I don’t know what does,” she said fiercely. I gave her a small smile. I was her best friend—that was enough. “You never asked who told her that,” I said after a moment. She stilled, her body tensing. “No.”