Novel & Cerita My Best Friends Mom

I said. “By good chat do you mean making fun of me together? Because that is what you do when you get together.” Xander said with an eye roll. I snickered at that. Xander’s mother, Mrs Valencia King was like a mother to me. And since Xander is my best friend and her son, we team up against him every time we get together.

"Mom, seriously, it's for a friend. He asked me for advice and I said I would ask you." She tilted her head and looked at me with an expression that said she had already decided what the truth was and was choosing to be kind about it. "I think I know who you're talking about," she said. "And I don't think it's your friend." "It is." "I think it's Summer." "Mom. She's my best friend." "And?" She said it simply, like it was obvious. "And that's weird."

Kiara was shocked, "You know my mum? Because she knew her mother was secretive. Only executives in her mother's company have seen her mother. Tina smiled and said," Yes, she was my best friend ". Kiara was so shocked that she opened her mouth wide.

A little bit of help please, and some fries on the side. Cause I really love fries. Especially with- Okay, what am I saying? My mind goes crazy when I'm nervous. "Mom, I can explain." "A fight with your best friend?" She came and sat on the sofa across from me. "Ex-best friend." I quietly corrected her. She shot me another glare. This clearly wasn't the time for corrections. "You knew her since the second grade!" My moms glared turned into a why-would-you-leave-your-best-friend look. "She was your best friend, wasn't she?"

I stood up straight and looked at them one by one. "For me, my Mom was the strongest person I ever met in my entire life. She's the one who is always there for me when everyone left me. She's my best friend, enemy, and everything. If the universe gives me a chance to live again, I want my Mom to be my Mother again, "I took a deep breath first to stop my tears from flowing now.

"Yeah, she's been blowing up my phone when I don't answer after five minutes, so I'm forced to pick up her calls." "Well, my mom told me that they're best friends now since they met," he tells me with a soft chuckle and I look up at him with a confused look to see his amused face. I practically facepalm when I heard that our moms were best friends now because they both had a mix of crazy and kind that made them completely compatible.

The bitterness in her tone was sharp. “You are my daughter.” “And that’s supposed to make this easier?” “No,” I admitted. She looked up at me then. For a second, I didn’t see the future Alpha. I saw the little girl who used to demand I watch her spar, even when she was five and swinging a wooden stick twice her size. “You chose my best friend,” she said. “I did.” “And you’d do it again.” “Yes. She's my mate Alice.” She inhaled sharply at that.

"It was Jordan! My fucking best friend!" I clench my fists, my nails digging into my palms. "And why does that matter? I love him, Dad. Why can’t you just see that?" “Shut up Astrid. Fucking shut up!” Mom enters the living room, her expression unreadable. She hasn’t said a word to me since on Friday and it’s killing me. She has always been my ally but this time she’s quiet. It guts me. "Mom… please," I whisper, my voice breaking. "Say something."

Suspicious. “You okay?” he asked. I forced a smile. “I’m fine. Just tired.” He tilted his head, studying me. “You look… I don’t know. Weird.” “Thanks,” I tried to joke, but my voice cracked. He stepped further in. “Seriously, Mom. What’s wrong?” I wanted to tell him everything. My throat ached with it. The truth burned at the back of my tongue. But the image of his face if I said it—if I admitted what I’d done with his best friend—paralyzed me.

She told him everything now. I should have deleted it immediately. Blocked the number. Turned my phone off and thrown it across the room. Anything to shut him out. But my thumb hovered over the screen, frozen, my breath coming faster. Another message popped up. Unknown: I know things are tense right now. Just wanted you to know I’m not the enemy here. I’m trying to help. Your mom loves you. She’s just stressed about money and wants what’s best for you.