My Best Friend's Story Novels & Stories

It was a fun and easygoing way to pass the time and get to know each other better. "I've never ridden a horse, I've never been to the beach, and I've never had a best friend." I looked at her, trying to decide which statement was a lie. After a moment, I said, "I think the lie is that you've never had a best friend." Sarah nodded, looking a bit sad. "You're right. I've actually had a best friend since we were kids, but we fell out of touch a few years ago. Regardless, she is still my best friend.

We all laughed at her excitement, and amidst all the joy we felt, I looked at Ari and mindlinked her, “Thank you, Ari. Without you, I wouldn’t be where I am today. I’m so lucky to have you as my best friend.” “And without you, I won't be where I am today,” she replied with the same words. We smiled at each other, and no other words were necessary. We’d been supporting each other, getting stronger together, and seeing each other find our fated mates; this friendship was the best kind of friendship a girl could have. ---------------------------- Dear readers: Finally this series is done! Yayyyyy!! I really want to thank you for supporting this stories and apologize if there was any mistake in

Thankfully, before I became insane and kill myself to death, I met my best friends, they're my savior. Lauren Dayne Wofford and Haliyah Isabella James are my long time friends. I accidentally bumped into them when I was running to nowhere that night, they confronted me, comforted me, looked after me. That time my whole world collapsed, hope and courage left me, all I wanted was to end the my useless alone life. I stayed like a living dead, unspeakable, unreadable but they didn't give up, they gave me the light of future, they gave me hints of the wonderful tomorrow, eternally grateful I am for what they did.

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 sisters but one day unavoidable circumstances pushed them apart. I could still feel the sadness and pain in her voice as she narrated the story. The tears she had shed 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 be united with the said person. I still remembered how we hugged tightly, with her giving promises that made me feel special at that time.

I mean, I lоvеd thе people there but it wаѕ too muсh. Twо реорlе I wаѕ раrtісulаrlу іntеrеѕtеd tо ѕее wеrе Brіаn'ѕ раrеntѕ, Tom and Annе. Brіаn wаѕ my best friend grоwіng up – we dіd everything frоm bаѕеbаll to саr rераіr tоgеthеr. We kерt іn touch thrоughоut соllеgе аnd grаd ѕсhооl – he wаѕ аlmоѕt a vеtеrіnаrіаn now – аnd were ѕtіll сlоѕе. I didn't see him іn thе crowd ѕо I made mу wау оvеr tо hіѕ dаd.

I look to my left and see Gia standing and hitting her champagne glass with her fork. “Since you guys are all full, I think it’s time for my maid-of-honor/best-daughter’s speech.” I glance at Fenice and see her smiling as she turns her full attention to Gia. “As you all know, B is my best friend, and Papi is my father. My best friend fell in love and married my father. Isn’t that something?” She chuckles before continuing. “I know what many of you are thinking—that it’s weird. Trust me, I get that. It was weird for me, too. But then I realized how much they love each other and how happy they are together. Their love is special, and nothing should ever keep them apart,” she says as she wipes

Actually doing it was another. Every time Gaspare finished with a lover, he would call me to clean up the room. I wondered which one it would be today. Lily? Or Celeste, who had come last month? My favorite was still Sandra. She only ever made a mess on the bed, never the entire room. When I opened the door, I found an unfamiliar face staring back at me. This woman had features that bore a passing resemblance to my best friend, Vera Toscano. I could not help but smile.

I shoved my phone back into my bag and then walked through the crowd of students and most were dancing. This was my final party with the students who graduated today. Cris and I are to embark on our separate journeys as friends. I'm just glad that I got my best friend back and that she knows what really happened. She chose to believe me this time and be my friend again. As I moved past a group of students, someone grabbed my wrist, stopping me in my tracks and I looked at the hand that gripped my wrist and slowly move my gaze to the person I turned around to face.

“Fuck. I didn’t mean to—I just—I can’t—I can’t do this—” She hesitated. Then slowly sat next to me. “Okay. Hey. Chill. Just… breathe.” I tried. Didn’t work. “I’m not mad,” she said, softer this time. “Just confused. What’s going on with you?” I wiped my face, sniffled hard. “He chose someone else.” She blinked. “Ah. There it is.” “My best friend,” I said, voice cracking. “He was my best fucking friend . And I—I loved him. God, I loved him so much. And I thought maybe one day… I thought maybe I had a chance. But he…”

"Switch feet, please." "Yes, Ma'am," he said, moving his other foot in place. He was so tall that I didn't have room to scoot back to avoid his other foot from returning to the same spot. I could only take up the scissors again and try not to think about how good it felt. "Your turn to tell me a story," he muttered, his face relaxed into an expression of peace. "BF has been my best friend since we were kids. Though if you saw both of us, you'd think we couldn't possibly be friends; she's taller and prettier than me."