My Best Friends Exorcism Book の小説・ストーリー

God, she has always been smart. My side burns as I run, and I briefly wonder if I've reopened the wound. My ex-best friend is trying to kill me. I know she blames me for her facial injury but trying to kill all witches and other supernaturals, never thought she'd do something like this. Guess you never know people until they are in a horrible situation. What if she does the spell before we can stop her? Dark clouds gather over the cemetery and freezing fingers close around my throat. I push my feet faster. Both Ben and Kiarr are floating on either side of me.

** BOOK 2 ** TITLE: MARRYING MY EX'S UNCLE

“Father’s been out of his mind searching for you. And now this…arrangement is hanging by a thread.” “I couldn’t marry someone I don’t know, Sarge. Would you?” Sarge sighed, running a hand through his hair. “No, I wouldn’t. But it’s complicated.” “I know. That’s why I need your help,” I said, my voice steady. “I need the Book of the Moon.” Sarge’s eyes widened. “The Book of the Moon? Are you crazy? Do you even know what you’re asking for?” “I do. It’s the only way I can help my friends.”

Mindy hurried excitedly to answer it, and three dubious-looking men in shabby costumes walked through the door. The moment I saw their leader, a man with a large mole on his face, the blood in my veins went cold, and my fingernails dug deeply into my palms. It was them! In my past life, these three "exorcists" took Mindy's money and struck me to death with a so-called holy scepter drenched in dog's blood! Suppressing the murderous rage surging inside me, I lowered my head obediently and stepped aside. The fake exorcists entered the bedroom and theatrically circled Sam's bed, before a mole-faced man slapped his thigh dramatically.

Alex returns the question. "You know, tell Ashly that you like her? Bro, you've been crushing on her ever since our Bio days. It's really a surprise how your so-called best friend seems oblivious about it, when you stare at her a lot all the time. A LOT!" Dr. Tamy is one of Alex's close friends from college as they were in the same Biology Majors' organization with Ashly.

“Forget about it. This ain’t about my shit. They were your friends. Sorry they bit it, but that ain’t your fault. It’s the job. That’s all.” “That’s all,” I mutter, reflecting back on my strongest memories of Mikey and Jim… They are all of them pretty fucking bitter times come to think of it. “Maybe I really ain’t cut out for this job,” I whisper. “I wanted to be an exorcist. Give me slavering demons any day. I’ll fight a hundred Striga, and that part don’t leave me shook. But the boss’s work?” “You ain’t supposed to talk about it,” Carm reminds me, and I swallow, rubbing a hand over my face.

My best friend. Time folded in on itself. The store disappeared. The noise of chatter, of heels on marble floors, of Tracy’s distant humming all of it dulled until there was only her. Her eyes locked onto mine, wide with recognition, and every piece of me screamed to run into her arms, to tell her everything, to feel that sliver of safety I hadn’t touched in what felt like forever. But Damian’s shadow stretched even here, invisible but heavy, warning me that one wrong move could endanger her.

A line Eden had been unsure about crossing. At first, Eden had scolded herself for noticing him at all. He was handsome, yes, with an athletic build, dark eyes that carried both warmth and intensity, and a smile that could undo a woman if she wasn’t careful, and he was kind. But he was also her ex-husband’s close friend, even though their friendship had become strained of late because of her. Who in their right mind would fall for her former spouse’s best friend while the ink on the divorce papers wasn’t even dry yet?

I purr, arching into her touch, fully aware that every grind, every kiss, every teasing little moan is just for him. Grayson Bennett—president of the Crimson Reapers, my best friend Alyssa's older brother, and the man I've been messing around with for the past nine months—doesn't exactly come with a label. Mostly because he's still technically married to the wife who ghosted him nearly a year ago. But I've been on the back of his bike. I've been to the clubhouse. And he sure as hell doesn't complain when I tag along—or climb into his bed.

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.