My Boyfriend And My Best Friend Novels & Stories

ELLE Rule number one: Best friends don't keep secrets from each other. Rule number two: Best friends come first before anyone else. Rule number three: Best friends must always have each other’s backs. Rule number four: Best friends must attend important events together. Rule number five: Best friends will not ditch each other for popularity. Rule number six: Your best friend's brother is your brother, not your lover. Rule number seven: Best friends must celebrate birthdays together — always. Rule number eight: You must support your best friend's dreams and ambitions. Rule number nine: No lies - no matter what.

And with that, he walked off. Alessia glared at his retreating figure. I cleared my throat. “Things seem tense. Brielle was right—you two need to get each other out of your systems,” I lowered my gaze. “Which you shouldn’t.” A casual relationship was a ticking time bomb from the start. I knew that better than anyone. I slept with my best friend’s brother to get it out of our systems. I fell in love. I got dumped. I lost my best friend of three years.

She clung to Eric's arm and mentioned with a grin, "No worries. We can start over and get to know each other again." This so-called best friend of mine wasted no time flaunting her affection with Eric the moment she thought I'd lost my memory, her gaze laced with provocation. And Eric? He seemed to relish the thrill of cozying up to another woman right in front of his girlfriend. "Lila's right. You two are best friends, and your boyfriends are best buddies too—what a coincidence!" "It's all good. Just think of it as meeting a new friend for the first time."

his girlfriend Maya complained over the phone. "I've been trying to give you a hint about this but I guess you didn't get it. Maya I'm breaking up with you". "What! you can't do that, why are you breaking up with me?" "I'm just so bored of this relationship. Just delete my number and never call me again" he hung up. "How long have that girl lasted?" Anika asked. "About three weeks". That's the longest of all your relationships". "I know, I'm just bored. I mean Maya is a lovely girl but..."

Clark brushes a strand of hair behind my ear, his touch gentle and reassuring. “We’re in this together, babe. No one can come between us,” he assures me, and I believe him. Our bond is unbreakable, forged through years of shared experiences, laughter, and even tears. I lean into him, feeling safe and secure in his arms.

Graham always believed I was too independent, that I didn't love him enough. So when my best friend cried and said, "I need you," he chose her. Even when someone shattered my right hand in a parking lot and I called him twice for help, he never answered. I spent the next three years away from Chicago, changed all my contact information, and left him in the past. When we met again, he stood in the ER hallway, his eyes reddening as he watched my right hand hold a needle holder steady once more. But he understood far too late. It wasn't that I didn't need love. I just no longer needed someone who took my strength for granted.

My bestfriend and my boyfriend fighting like this. However, I bursted out laughing and they both looked at me like I was possessed or something. "What's wrong baby?" They both said in unison. "You know, we always imagined that there will come a time when we both might end up fighting with our bestfriend's boyfriends or husbands like this in the future trying to see who loves them more...now it's finally happening. You both love me soo much that it's funny and touching at the same time. I love you both soo much too." I said.

With that, she disappeared into the sea of people. “You’re cool with her just… leaving you like that?” Asteria asked. “Even though she literally nagged you to come with us tonight?” Tammy snorted. “We’re cousins, not conjoined twins. At some point in the night, we’ll see each other again. Part of having a good relationship with someone is being fine with not being with them twenty-four hours a day. Besides, don’t tell her that I said this, but she’s absolutely insufferable when she’s with Oakley and Gemma.”

My steps quickened as I tried my best to reach my office before breaking down. I paused when I found the door slightly ajar. I pushed it open and stepped in. He was seated in my chair, a smile plastered across his face. His short, curly hair fell onto his forehead, giving him a slightly boyish charm. He was dressed in a pristine white shirt tucked into black slacks. “I thought I’d take you home,” he said. Despite the turmoil inside me, I felt my lips curve upwards. Nathiel Brooks. My first boyfriend. My first love. My first kiss.

He quickly ran up the stairs to the bedroom to help when he opened the door and saw the unthinkable. He saw his boyfriend being screwed by his best friend and they both seemed lost in their little fantasy to realize they had been caught. “What the hell is going on here? He yelled as Jeremy his boyfriend quickly got up as Chase his best friend reached for the duvet to cover his thing. “Babe when did you come back?” Jeremy said walking forward to kiss Flynn on the cheek but Flynn stepped back with a furrowed eyebrows and said, “That isn’t the problem here. Why are you screwing my best friend?” He asked looking at Chase who raked his hair and bitting his lips out of embarrassment.