My Best Friends Mom Novels & Stories

I remember when Sharon would tell me she would go over to his place when Tony was working and staying at his condo downtown. “Yeah, and they played it off like it was no big deal,” “Well to them, it is no big deal,” I stated. I traced my fingers down his chest, dragging back and forth over his stomach. “But he’s my best friend,” Tony exhaled looking up to the ceiling. “And I’m your mom’s best friend. So where does that leave us?” “In a fucked up situation,” I nodded my head in agreement. “I was just thinking what your mother would say about us being together,” I raised my eyebrows and shook my head slowly.

There's a note left on the fridge and I put down my bag and rush towards it. I'll be staying with Clarissa. Take care. Clarissa is my mom's best friend. She's a single mother of two kids, and maybe that's why mom understands her better than anyone. They're so close people mistake them for sisters, and it comforts me because even if her family left her, she had someone close to being her family. Other than me.

And since I was always with Lo or Ethan, it didn't feel lonely at all. My mom's two closest friends were Kyle's wife, Mistra, and Mark's wife, Salindra. It was totally normal for Lo and me to end up at Ethan's after school, chowing on cookies Mistra just made and poking fun at Kira, or playing at Lo's house while Salindra supervised us in the backyard. It was so cool knowing that our parents were best friends, and the three of us felt inseparable. My earliest memories were truly happy. Kyle, Mistra, Ethan, and Kira; Mark, Salindra, and Lo; and me, and my mom the Luna and my father, the Alpha. Things were good, but I distinctly remember when they went wrong.

I grabbed the tissues and prepared myself to cry. Tracy and I had been best friends since we were in kindergarten. Our parents were high school friends and we were besties before we were even born. Her parents are the sweetest. Although Tracy was not talking to her mom because she didn't understand her. Her mother always wanted the best for her daughter. Tracy had been always rebellious. Her mom said that she is like her father. She always understood her dad and were like best friends. But her mom was another story. "Your phone is ringing." Tracy said.

My hand flexes around the phone and I curse under my breath. But I will fix it. I will find her. I’ll make Genevieve visible. ** The fear of losing one's best friend is a deeply profound and heartfelt emotion that many of us can relate to. Best friends are often our confidants, our pillars of support, and our partners in laughter and adventure. The mere thought of their absence can be emotionally overwhelming, as they occupy a unique and irreplaceable space in our lives. Our best friends are the ones with whom we've shared countless moments, from childhood secrets to life's most significant milestones. They've witnessed our triumphs and our failures, and they've stood by us through thick and

"Zuwairah please, it been a week already,can you just please forget about him?" Her mom asked in a really careful tone,she really don't want to upset her more than what she's going through right now "Mom I don't know...but I can't just get him out of my system,I love him so much Mom" she poured her heart out as she burst into tears Her mom pulled her into a tight hug "everything will be fine my dear" she said as she tried to calm her down

Elena wind down her glass and yelled out, “Thank you Ma. You spoil me too much.” She earned a little wave from Matthew’s mum who sighed and watched till their vehicle disappeared. How they were still friends to each other till this stage was something that baffled her. It was clearly visible that they were not to be friends, and as a mother it was so obvious her son liked her more than being a friend. “Are they having sex? It seems more like it..” she heard her daughter say beside her as she shook her head. “I hope they come to realize that before it’s too late. Especially Elena, she’s failed to realize hers all this while.”

So it was bad enough to be set up, but worse to be set up by your own best friend. The two of them were in line, reaching for things to place on Mr. Joe's tray and her hand stopped in mid-grab. "My Momma's best friend?" "Yeah. That druggie gal and your Momma was tighter then a pair of pantyhose on a fat girl's legs! Actually, she got your Momma that job before you were even born. They used to hang out, go to lunch, have barbecues on the weekend." Mr. Joe slid the tray to the cashier and took a few precious moments to shoot the breeze with the woman before handing over some of his meal tickets.

The silver mask she wore at *The Vault* hadn't hidden the curve of her jaw, the defensive tilt of her chin, or the intoxicating scent of her skin. I had spent twenty-four hours trying to forget the anonymous girl who had completely undone me in a dark VIP room, only for her to show up as Arthur’s daughter. My dead best friend's daughter. The girl I had sworn to protect from her predatory stepmother. The guilt had almost choked me, but the desire hadn't left. It had only gotten worse, watching her sit across from me at breakfast, looking at me with those defiant, furious eyes. "Mr. Sinclair?" Mrs. Gable called out again, the handle jiggling slightly.

"Sounds like him." My phone buzzed. Dad. Video call. Perfect timing. I answered quickly. "Hey Dad!" His face popped up, tanned from wherever he was. "Baby girl! Are you home safe?" "Yeah," I said, turning the phone so Ryan came into view. "Your best friend played chauffeur like a champ." Ryan leaned in, waving. "Hey man. She's all settled." Dad grinned wide. "Good. Thanks buddy. I owe you." "You owe me nothing," Ryan said. "She's family."