My Brilliant Friend Novels & Stories

“You're so brilliant, do you know that?” A small gasp escaped her lips as she looked up, surprised. I grinned, loving the way her cheeks always flushed whenever I complimented her. She was such a beautiful lady. Modest. She was amazing, and I could never have a much better best friend.

DADDY’S STUBBORN LITTLE SYDNEY My best friend Brittney has her perfect life and mine is still crap. I’m trying to be happy about it. I really am. Hell, for years I fought to try to get her away from the guy who was abusing her and then it finally happened. She got free and he’ll never bother again. Plus, she happened to fall in love with the most perfect man in existence. If there was clay called STUFF GIRLS LIKE, then Timothy was molded right out of it.

I had smiled through every second of that party just to cover up the tension and unsettling thoughts going through my mind. Now the hall was half-empty, the music was fading, and I was trying to navigate the staircase without holding the railing because I had some pride left. "You're going to fall." I knew that voice even before I turned. The voice that made me have sleepless nights. That was Finn, my brother's best friend and bodyguard. The voice came from behind me, low and unbothered. Like he had been watching me teeter on the second step for longer than was polite and had only just decided to say something.

My Brother's best friend was dragging me like he owned me. At the top of the stairs, he shoved open a door to a private VIP booth. The room was dark, soundproofed, with deep couches and low lights. He threw me inside, slamming the door shut behind us. The bass from the club was muffled now, but my pulse was louder. I spun around to face him, breathing hard. My hair was messy from the dance floor, eyes wide but defiant. “What the hell was that?”

Kathryn Michaels is a country bumpkin with an honest personality. She's also a timid woman who tends to make careless mistakes at work. Just one glare can easily make her burst into tears. Chris Albert is the most well-known man in Harborlean. He's a cruel and bloodthirsty man with a penchant for brutal and inhuman methods. No woman dares to pine after him even though he's blessed with gorgeous looks. Unexpectedly, a woman actually manages to sneak into his room and sleep with him while he's drunk! Just as Chris scours the world for the mysterious woman, he realizes that his secretary is putting on more weight each passing day. With a dark expression on his face, he coaxes, "Tell me, Kathy.

I stood there, frozen in a daze, the bustling crowd around us fading into a blur. Jax—no, Alpha Fenriz—smiled at me, that confident grin of his sending my heart into a frenzied dance. My mind was still grappling with the revelation that the man I had known as my best friend was, in fact, an Alpha of a powerful pack. It felt surreal, almost like I was living someone else’s life. “Selene?” he prompted gently, tilting his head as if he were waiting for me to respond. I could see the flicker of anticipation in his eyes, and it unnerved me. What was he expecting? I barely even knew how to process what was happening.

Lee tease me and laugh. I smile to her. "You know if you are someone else, I will beat a shit out of you but you are my best friend and yes she is beautiful but HER BEAUTY IS ONLY FOR MINE"

This was the message: Hello darling I know that you are not comfortable with me around you probably because of what you heard about me but I advise you not to judge before you get to know me. I want you to give me a chance to prove that to you. Its true that I go with other boys but I have great regards for you and I will like you to be my friend.. Lots of loves Vivian Asome “shuu!! friend ke”, I laughed and refused to reply the message and I didn't even bother about it.

The smell of flowers and coffee and something sweet. "This is nice," I admitted. "I know. I'm brilliant." I laughed. For the first time in weeks, I actually laughed. We walked through the market, Sloane buying anything that caught her eye. A jar of honey. A bundle of lavender. A loaf of sourdough that she insisted was "life-changing." "You're going to eat all of this yourself?" I asked. "No. I'm going to share with you." She shoved the bread into my hands. "Consider it a gift. An apology for being a terrible friend."

My friend cried, hugging me. “You're never going to regret this.” Well, what if I did?