My Best Friends Mother Novels & Stories

Mom wanted me to look presentable or looked best in front of her friend. I learned yesterday that the man my mother had imagined as my husband was actually the son of my best friend, Mrs. Amanda. According to my mother, Mrs. Amanda was lovely, talented and most important she was nice and a loveable person by heart, her eyes glisten whenever she talked about her, it was evident the two of them were very close.

Mother shows me a grin. Can’t help but smile about how much she hates the bitch. This is why Mother is my favorite person. I enjoy how well she speaks of that tragic event. Oops! Should I call it tragic or perfect? Perfect is the right word. The event was the best that had ever happened in years.

Rose inquired Suprised. " Of course, mom never keeps anything from me, she always tell me everything , she always claim that we should always be there for each other as we are family and that's why my mom is my one and only best friend. " " Okay, that's good to hear. " " How's your mom doing today? " " She's pretty good, the only thing that's strange is that she didn't go to work today which is unlike her. " " Oh, did she tell you the reason? "

“Just come.” I hung up and put the phone face down. It didn’t stay quiet, another buzz came in. Damien. “You can still stop this.” I stared at it and dropped my phone, I didn’t answer. Then another one. “If Vale keeps you there, I will make sure every board member knows what kind of man he is.” I typed before I could talk myself out of it. “You were thrusting in on my best friend in our matrimonial bed. Don’t talk to me about what kind of man anybody is.”

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.

Diana soughed, pinching my hand with her free one. I sighed in mock pain as I looked down at her. Of course I knew what she was talking about. I had zoned out on her, and had forgotten her question. I was not sure if it was because I didn’t really want to talk about my mother so that I wouldn’t tear up or because I really forgot. “That’s my mother, and that is Naomi beside her. Naomi was my best friend.” I answered, a short smile on my lips as I watched them talk animatedly about something. The dance was over now, and my mother looked better, more relaxed than she had been before.

"Is that all? What business is that to you?" "She is my mate, mama. You must know of her, actually. Farren Torrez." The light inside my mother's eyes died then. Her easy-going demeanor changed drastically. Became sullen. Even her complexion seemed to drain of life. "Do you know her?" My mother nodded. Propped up her head on her hand, elbow pressing into the arm of the couch. "Her mother was my best friend back when our mates were still alive." She admitted in a whisper. I ran through the names of the people I had known in my previous life. The families we spent the most time with. But it was mostly blurry, except for when my father came into focus. That was crystal clear after all these year

The other elder asked. “I don't want to know,” I shrugged. “How do you know her or what is going on between all of you guys I just don't care.” “If you want to live comfortably here, ditching your mother would be the best thing to do,” the first elder blurted out. I slowly turned to him, my brows furrowed in curiosity. “Ava let's go,” my mother commanded picking up her bag. “Your mother and Lady Eleanor were best friends,” I froze immediately, turning to her. “Best friends?”

My mother's hand reached for mine to bind them together. God, how I loved my mother. She was strange and eccentric, but incredible. “And what she said was...” "She emphasized I was her best friend.” I replied squeezing her hand, "That she had loved to be kissed by her best friend.” "Oh, baby…” It was the only thing she said. That was all? I risked my friendship with Olivia to get that answer? Amazing…

"I suggest you watch your mouth. Mrs. Gable is right outside that door. If you want to start your six months here by spreading baseless, embarrassing rumors about your legal guardian, I can easily call Robert and tell him you are violating the clause regarding behavioral stability. Do you want to lose your father’s company today?" I bit the inside of my cheek so hard I tasted copper. I looked at his hands—the long, elegant fingers resting on the mahogany wood. Those were the exact same fingers that had gripped my waist, that had torn the strap of my dress. He knew it. I knew it. But his eyes were a wall of ice. "My stepmother took everything," I whispered, the anger turning into a sudden, he