My Best Friends Mom Novels & Stories

My mom smiled as we pulled into the driveway. “Yeah…” I admitted thinking if I was going to be in trouble then I may as well be in trouble for the whole thing. “I helped catch him.” “The look on CC’s Face!” She howled with laughter, “It must have been priceless!” Mom had been friends with Callie’s mother since they were freshmen in high school. I had never heard her call her anything other than CC. My mom and Callie’s mother have a different kind of friendship than mine and Callie’s though. They always found a way to pick on each other. They acted very differently. It was hard to tell how they could be friends. My mom was carefree and loved joking around. Callie’s mom was… well, boring, and

But it did not really matter because her voice showed how surprised she was. “Really? Why not? Did you guys get in to a fight?” She asked. “No mum. We didn’t get in to a fight.” I said feeling relieved that Bella and I had actually sorted out our differences. “It’s just that this is more like a cheerleaders thing. I’m celebrating my co captain title. I told you and dad all about it last night.” I said with a pout. “Yeah I remember you mentioned that. I still thought she was going to be here, I mean she’s your best friend.” Mum said softly.

Our nine-year friendship has been smooth-sailing since we met on our first year of college. There is a secret though that I've been keeping. I don't know when it happened and how, but I just feel it—I like my bestfriend a lot, much more than a bro normally would. Ever since our Bio days, he has been helping me with my academic and extracurricular work. I am a good student but he pushes me to become better. It's not like we're competing with each other. No, not like that. Instead, he motivates me to do the best that I can, because he also does the same. This is why when we're together, we're unstoppable. Our tandem wins almost all inter-university quiz bees that our professors sends us to joi

Johnny always messes around with Cole and I, he's routing for us to hook up, but I don't see that ever happening. We pull up to the house and all the memories I have as a kid being here with my mom, come rushing back to me. We had some good times here before my dad left my mom for his younger secretary; so cliché. I wipe a rogue tear from my cheek, putting on a fake smile, I get out of the car and lead my friends inside. Cole knows pretty much everything about everything. He comes close and puts his hand on the small of my back as we walk.

I've missed my best friend terribly, and I can only hope she won't be too angry with me for leaving without a word. As my thoughts drift back to Alpha Alexander, I can't help but feel a sense of dread wash over me. Crushing on my best friend's father and my Alpha feels like a betrayal of the highest order. I swallow hard, feeling the weight of embarrassment settle heavily upon me. This is my father's best friend, after all.

"–You're disgusting. You're sleeping with my best friend! Mom died, you remarried, then you left stepmom and now you're fucking her! And I know she's pregnant! Then you!–" She pointed to Eliot. "–You're a no-good, sleazy dirtbag! You and your dad! You both disgust me! I thought you cared and I took you back, but this... We're done, Eliot! And you!–" She spun around and glared at Enora. I watched her storm up to her, and soon there were mere inches between them.

The next day I told all my friends I was the luckiest girl in the world; I had my mom and my aunt Vimon, I didn't need a Dad. A year later, my aunt Vimon running home, she told my mom she had exicting news. She had run into a man today, she said. He had been on a drive, but he came out of his Carriage and went after her on foot, he had kissed her hands when he finally caught up with her and invited her to the his home that night. It was to thank her for saving his life six years ago.

I screamed, not caring who could hear us, “She was my best friend, Mom! My best friend! She cried on my shoulders that her parents were getting a divorce because her dad was cheating and the person he was sleeping with turned out to be you!- Do you even realize how terrible you make me feel? You made me lose my best friend and years later, you want me to attend the wedding to a man I’m sure you’re only marrying because of money? Come on, Mom.” I peeled her hands off my body and refused to have my resolve weakened because of the tears pooling in her eyes. “I was foolish to honor your request but then, I was just thinking… I just felt… you know what? I hope this is the last time I see you.”

Tessa’s Mom . She said she couldn’t leave a little girl to die on the roadside. She took me home, fed me, and gave me a place to sleep. At that time, Tessa was only two months younger than me. We grew up together. We went to the same schools, ate at the same table, and slept in the same room when we were little. To the outside world, we looked like real sisters. And for a long time, I believed we were. But Mrs. Harrison always reminded me of one thing.

“Yes!” she yelled in excitement, almost bouncing her head from too much nodding. Mom's contagious smile infected me at this point. ‌ ‌ From what I could remember, Aunt Maggie has been my mother's best friend since they were in kindergarten, possibly longer. Mom sent me a smile, "She deserves to be happy after such a long time since her husband's death. And what makes it even happier is that " She trailed off, creating a suspense atmosphere. "Is that? What mom? Please continue!” I said, eager to know it. I was desperate for an answer because I didn't want to wait any longer.