My Brilliant Friend Novels & Stories

Laughter, soft and breathy, unmistakable. My best friend.

Not mum. I never understood that. I have a best friend. Her name is Britney. She is the queen bee of the pack’s school. She became my friend when she called a bully off, who tried to steal my snack. Since then, we’ve been so inseparable... === “You owe me big time, Miller,” It was a hoarse voice, masculine and rough. There was something sinister about that voice. That sent shrills into my body even though I was far from it. “I will be forever grateful, Adolf. I promise to pay next week before you could even think of it.” That’s my dad’s voice. It’s as fierce as usual.

"A friend is someone who knows about you and loves you just the same." ~ Elbert Hubbard *** Raina Williams. "What the fudge are you going to do?" Grayson said in an irritated voice. "Why is he here? Did you call him? This is just great my BESTFRIEND FINALLY GETS OVER HER STUPID ASS FIRST LOVE THEN HE DECIDES TO POP OUT OF NO WHERE JUST GREAT." He yelled a little louder for my own liking so I immediately hit him on his left arm.

“You’re not mad at me for cheating. You’re mad at me because of who I’m cheating on. Because she’s your precious Kieran’s best friend. Man, get your shit together and ask the girl out without making it my problem,” I take a breath before speaking. “That’s not what this is about and if you really think it is, you’re a bigger idiot than I thought. And you clearly don’t know me very well. Come back to me when you’ve sobered up and thought about what you’re doing to your girlfriend,”

Blair, another friend of mine spoke up, she was the nicest amongst the three of us but also the smartest. “Hum...I don’t know, my mind is in shambles at the moment. I can’t think straight, I’m so upset ? I just hope they never find that bitch and if they do I’ll kill her with my own two hands. She has destroyed Raven and I relationship, everything would have been going well if she hadn’t arrived” i tried my best not to shed any tear in front of my friends. One thing I don’t like was looking weak in front of anyone.

That's the year my adolescence kicked in and I thought that if I did something crazy my parents would finally notice me but then it didn't help at all and I kind of just liked the feeling of numbness I got from using "Yet still the most memorable girl I have ever met," he says letting go of my hair and walking back to his seat. I want to remember him but most things are just blurry. So Amari got herself into the Bratva mafia and I got myself into the Sicilian. I guess we were fated best friends and if she was still alive we would laugh about this

I bite my lip and try to think of the perfect mate. "She is special if she puts up with you". Brian laughs and Liam joins him. My best friends are so immature. Smiling in satisfaction I lay my head back and think of my mate.

Doesn't he want to see him? "Wow. That's sweet." - Mr. Lereño commented. He looked at Athalia .— "You have a good friend, Ms. Ramos. Keep him. There're only a few like Mr. Sebastian, who have not forgotten a friend over time." he said with a mischievous smile on his lips. Athalia just smiled. She couldn’t help but get annoyed. Doesn't she agree with what Mr. Lereño said? "Can I excuse myself? I'm just going to the comfort room." Thalia excused.

“His name is Brice Peterson. The last I heard, he was in New York now.” Brice fucking Peterson. Holy shit, that name was a blast from the past. He used to be my best friend in grade school, then all the way through high school, but we grew apart after that. If what my father was saying about him was true and Brice was the kind of guy responsible for what my father referred to as Marissa’s ‘dark and battered past,’ it was no wonder we’d grown apart.

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.