My Brilliant Friend Book Series の小説・ストーリー

Allison's pov "Finally!" I breathed as soon as I got out of the stuffy airport waiting room and into the parking lot of the airport. The air here wasn't any better but at least it was sunny and I could breath. I hated travelling, it always made me sick. I still couldn't believe I had gotten a scholarship to transfer to an ivy league school like Camptain Alpha University. It still boggled my mind the circumstances around getting this scholarship. Hannah, my best friend had signed me up without my knowledge for the honor's program.

''Got me feeling drunk and high,'' I mumble before flinching at the sudden knock on the window which leaves me to unlock the doors, letting Aidan in. The smell of food calms me down immediately, leaving me leaning deeper into my seat as both of my eyes are focusing onto the food. He places them on my lap which to my surprise, causes my lips to curve up into a smile—silently wrapping my arms around it, protecting from any harm like a seatbelt. Aidan presses onto the gas pedal and starts to drive down the road, glancing at my direction for a few seconds. ''Do you remember about the friendship bracelet that you got for me when we were both seventeen?'' He asks, turning to look at me as I turn t

If you enjoy stories filled with passion, drama, and twists, then this is the book for you. For those who love a mix of BDSM, drama, and the thrill of chasing after my best friend’s sister, the second book will be right up by next week. Both books will feature captivating updates and thrilling new developments starting from OCTOBER 1st. BOOK 1)Doctor’s Naughty Nights with Brother's Best Friend( UPDATE STARTS FROM 1ST OCTOBER) BOOK 2) MY BROTHER'S HOT BEST FRIEND IS MY MATE (NEXT WEEK)

All thanks to my best friend Noah Brinx. The End

I don’t know the extent of his home life and I never push to find out about it but I know it wasn’t good. He once told me one of his favorite things about me was that I never pried into his business, which is ironically what most people hate about me. I’ve been called a bad friend so many times because when someone is crying, upset, angry, irritated, they want you to ask about it but I never do. I guess I just feel like if you want me to know then you’ll tell me. I lucked out with my roommate Lydia, we are great friends because I never have to ask what’s wrong or if she’s ok she will just bust in and tell me exactly what’s going on. She’s the talker and I’m the listener, we work perfectly.

The secret was growing. And so was my addiction to my best friend’s Alpha.

Being the socially awkward kid in a new, big, flashy rich kid school where I felt like an imposter, I was grateful. "Blair." She gave me a look. "I'm not blind. You and Mr. Diablos—sorry, your stepbrother—were basically having a completely different conversation than the rest of us. So spill." "There's nothing to spill," I insisted. "We just... disagree about literature." "Right. And I'm the Queen of Scott." Madison rolled her eyes. "Come on, I'm your friend. You can tell me." But I couldn't tell her. How could I explain something that looked so wrong?

"Apparently, I really don't have any date. You know I really don't trust any Alpha if the person is not, you my one and only best friend. Actually, it's all for you Alex. You know I miss your birthday last time, so I think about giving you surprise." "Do you like it?" Ashly asked with big puppy eyes. Alex opens the card that came with the flowers and happily smiles back at his Ashly. 'His best friend is really death for him.' Ashly POV: - He's really very handsome. His long lashes fluttering and those pink kissable lips slightly puckering every time he exhales as he snores loudly, make him even more adorable when he sleeps. Even he is big bad grumpy Alpha for other's but for me, he is my ado

“It was fine. I went to the center. Michael came along too.” “Did he now?” “I have never seen anyone be so bad at a game of luck before.” Bright chuckled. “I’m just happy to see you going out with friends more.” “The people at the center are my friends.” “You know what I mean. People your own-” Bright frowned. “People who are a similar maturi-. …There is really no good way to phrase this.” “Relax. I know what you mean.” He sank onto the sofa next to Bright. “So what are we doing for dinner then?”