My Book Is My Best Friend Novels & Stories

We're not only friends, but we're also sisters. BOOK ONE -- THE END Next book! BOOK TWO - HIS BETTERHALF Instagram @Itseeratkaur

But he knew the truth of why I had so much time, he had said it himself that day at the cabin, I had no friends. Turns out everyone knew the answer to that question, I mean who was I kidding. My best friends were my sister and her husband, that was how pathetic I was. "I just have soccer, then I come home and read", I told him, rocking my feet back and forth against the floorboards. He nodded his head as he looked through the books, flipping through them and just reading my notes. He seemed to enjoy it even laugh a bit as he shot me a humorous glare, and I just stood across from him, as if he was looking into my soul, and he was those pages, those little notes were my soul.

I still wished that we could get back together but well I don't think that it will be possible as she has moved on and I have too I guess. I want to thank everyone that supported me on this journey. Just so you know, I love you all and will always do. The song recommendation for this book is. 1. What best friends do by Jeiel Damina. 2. Traitor by Olivia Rodrigo. You can check out my other stories. 1. The Better Place. On Good novel and W******l. 2. Caged ( Survival ) on Good novel, M********r, and Libri. 3. I love you ( The Victimized. ) On Good novel only.

Like I mentioned earlier, everyone knows that I am a weirdo… Nobody bothers me because of that… Well, except for Kaylee and her fake-laughing friends. “Liv, can we go and talk somewhere else?” Dan asked. “A library isn’t the most suitable place if you’re in a mood to shout.” He whispered. I looked around at all the people who were reading books or writing stuff down or doing whatever they were doing. “Okay.” I shrugged as I got up from my seat and took my bag, closing the book I was reading. The book that revealed the big secret to me… That’s why books are my best friends… They tell me everything!

Lorrie "I'm not gonna lie. I really miss Isobel right now. It’s been awhile." I sighed, feeling the weight of her absence keenly. I couldn't deny it to myself, I missed my best friend terribly. Silently, I immersed myself in the book I held, tuning out Scott's presence beside me. Usually, we'd spend our free time together, hanging out in the library. For us, it was the perfect haven for students like us...below average and often invisible.

This will not be now, though because I’ll be completing my other book—My Stepbrother—in June along with writing my new book. In case some people don’t know yet, I have a new book on the app. It’s titled My Best Friend’s Girl and you can check it out if you’re interested. The characters are new to me, and I’m sure many of you would enjoy the journey as much as I’m enjoying writing it.

“Right. Our friendship will never end.” I smiled, returning my gaze to the sky. “But wait… don’t you have other friends as well?” “We’re not very close,” he replied. “You’re the only one I feel comfortable to share everything with. To put it simply, you’re like my best friend.” “Oh…” Warmth enveloped my heart. My smile widened. “Reminds me of Bonnie. She might be tough and crazy sometimes, but she’s the sweetest person I’ve ever met. She helped me overcome most of my challenges. Without her encouragement, I might not be here today.”

, I said as I looked at myself in the mirror, admiring my beauty. "Okay then, I will pick you up in the next 10minutes" Edin, my best friend said as he ended the call. Meanwhile, as I was looking at the mirror, my mind flashed back to the days we became friends and gradually best friends. Just like yesterday, I laughed remembering how I was a popular girl which no one could pass without glancing at and I was also a troublesome girl(that was part of my hobby).

I opened the book and started reading. I don't really know why I bought this book, I just wanted to share my thoughts with something. I'm not really good at sharing things to people so why not a book. But now that my best friend sister approached me last night, she told me she likes me. No girl has ever told me that before. All the girls I knew only likes my face and what I'm capable of doing. You may be wondering why I go around sleeping around. I couldn't really find a girl that likes me me, I thought I could never be honestly liked by someone.

When I got home, Tristan was in the kitchen cooking. He looked up when I walked in and smiled. “You’re back? How was the trip?” “It went well.” I changed my shoes, set my suitcase aside, and walked over to him, glancing into the pot. It was my favorite pork ribs. “What’s the occasion?” I asked with a smile. “I missed you.” He turned and kissed my forehead. The second his lips touched my skin, my stomach lurched. The same hands that had killed my best friend were cooking for me.