My Book Is My Best Friend นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I tried to get off the bed and I quickly got site of my favorite novel. I picked it and smelled it. it smelled just like him... lime and... honey.. creepy l know ' That bad honey ' I rolled my eyes as my subconscious spoke but in my bestfriend's voice " now she even interferes my thoughts" I looked at the book dreamily... I know how much it ends but I keep reading it . reciting the day he gave me the book, six years ago 'i heard you loved books...this one's shitty..but it was a last minute so..'

In the end, throughout the night my bookshelf was completely dismantled and he stole almost ten books containing light reading. That night, I felt victorious. My house is the best place to complain that he almost often goes. "This book is for you. Read it whenever you feel annoyed, hopeless, nervous, or afraid. There is a lot of good motivation that will make you come back to yourself," I said again, ruffling his thick hair. My best friend lowered his head, acting like a student who respects his teacher. However, that annoying face really looks so obvious. "Of course, Professor Jonas Finnegan Trent!" he said, made a salute form to me.

It was really absurd everytime u think about my life as it is now - which was almost every second - so absurd that I'd have laughed if I wasn't the victim of the whole craziness. First I get rejected. Then I have sex with my gay best friend. Then I find out he's not gay, but a spy from another pack. Then he goes ahead to tell me he loves me and proposes to me. Madness. Total madness, honestly. Dear goddess, what next? What would come out next to mock me and the joke I've obviously become to the universe? “No matter how hard you tug, the dress won't get lower than that” Jax said with a slight chuckle and I glared at him.

The big brother I always wanted as an only child. "If he ever dares hurt you... Call me. I'll make him pay." he had said as a last resolute, making my eyes roll. "He's not going to hurt me, Brooks." Wanna bet?" "Brooks!" "I mean it. You're my best friend, the last thing I want is you getting hurt over a damn fool!" "Brooks, stop it," I said as we sat by our childhood tree house three years ago. "I bet you won't go past five years." he had said, making me uncomfortably angry. But I took the bet, determined to prove him wrong.

To: Adom From: Ash Adom thanks for everything but I think I can't take it anymore, I am going to leave this city. I am sorry Adom. Adom close his eyes, now this shit is getting out of hand. To: Ash From: I am coming with you... The End The next book (My bestfriend is mate ll) is coming after 10th March...

Now we no longer have any secrets between us and boy does it feel good. “I know you’re my best friend, Elinda; you always have been, and you would never stop being my best friend. I love you so much, girl.” I said, and she began jumping happily. We both laughed, did our signature bestie handshake, and fell on the bed still laughing. Woah… It felt good not to be thinking about the problems hanging over my head. I didn’t want to think of the possibilities that I might have lost my job and the contract forever.

With that, I looped my arm around Gerald's waist and Trevor halted his steps instantly. Surprise flared in Gerald's eyes as I placed my legs between his thighs and leaned against him, silently willing him to go out for a long pass. "Now that it has gotten to this point, I don't have to hide the fact that I'm also sleeping with my best friend. Now, let's get the rejection over and done with!" Claudia let out a peal of unhinged laughter. "You're sleeping with your janitor best friend? How low can you stoop, Beth?"

"And then we're going shopping. And then we're going to pretend Vincent doesn't exist." "I can't just pretend he doesn't exist." "You can try." She shoved me into her car. "I'm your best friend. It's my job to make you forget your problems." I didn't argue. We went to a café downtown. Quiet. Cozy. The kind of place where nobody knew my name. Sloane ordered for both of us. Two lattes. Two pastries. She knew what I liked without asking. "Okay," she said. "Talk to me. How are you really doing?"

“I’ll return it tomorrow, if you’re not reading it, of course. I looked everywhere—bookstores, websites—but it was sold out.” She said it with such regret that I laughed. “I haven’t read it yet,” I said, watching her eyes return to the page. “I didn’t know irresponsible young women enjoyed reading about…” “And I didn’t imagine old perverts read at all,” she muttered, staring at the book. “I’m not a pervert!” I replied firmly. She chuckled softly, almost mocking. “And I’m not that irresponsible. I’m just… not in a good place right now. Coming here with that friend was my only option... but never mind.”

Just the mention of Thorne’s name makes my pulse spike and my heart skip. Fucking hell. I still hate him. Thorne Xandros was my brother’s best friend and the first man I ever have a crush on. But Alec always reminded me that Thorne is like our brother. He always smacked Thorne on the head if Thorne looked at me longer than he should. “She’s our sister, Thorne. Don’t forget that,” Alec always said to Thorne in situations like that. But I never wanted to be a sister to Thorne. I wanted something intimate.