My Brilliant Friend Novels & Stories

I guess my best friend is getting nuts though, she did a videotape of how the guy was fucking her and sent it to me as proof. She just shared with me free porn which made me think twice about having her Brain checked out when she comes back. On the contrary, everyone in the company missed me. Perhaps it was the way I related with people, they seemed to find me simpler and easier to talk to instead of going to Bryan.

She never leave our sides despite the problems she have, and I am proud for being a friend of smartest woman in the school. "It's hard, I know. But you can do it, Andy. You are bold and fearless among us, no one can stand against you because you're Andrea Rodriguez, our gorgeous, rude, stubborn and attitude friend. Nobody can exchange you." "Aww, you're so sweet. I didn't know what kindness I made to have a friend like you," I murmured. "Except to the fact you lobe us, you have kind heart hidden within you." I smile because somehow those words made me feel little bit better than earlier, she never fail making me happy.

Forgive my manners, my name is Audrey O'Connor, and I am a freshman in UCLA—we all are—me, Lislie, Liam, and two other of my female friends that you will get to meet soon. Liam had been my best friend since middle school, and we had remained buddies from then until now. Our families became closer as a result of our friendship, and people usually referred to us as siblings. My dad and his dad worked in the same company, but it was our friendship that brought them closer. Same with my mum. We usually took turns having dinner at each other's houses or went out for treats. They let us sleep over at each other's houses, go to school together, shopping, church; we did virtually everything together

His rich brown slanted eyes and finely chiseled jaws accentuated his facial contour and it took me a while to realize that the man was none other than my best friend. "Gerald?" Surprise flared in my whisper as I recoiled out of his arms. He was back in the pack? Oh! He must have come to celebrate with me but look at who is celebrating with a view of her cheating fiance. He gave me a sympathetic look and then whispered. "Let's just leave, Beth." Tears burned the corner of my eyes, blurring my vision as I turned away from him. No, I couldn't. If I tried to make it past the lobby, I would just collapse. This was too much for me.

"Until you can provide…" "Fine! Fuck!" I snap as another thought comes to mind and I do the last thing I want to, but have no other choice than to. I open my texts with Asher and turn the screen to the man who’s now number one on my list of the most annoying people. "I know Asher too. Asher Lilton? Who’s Brynn’s 'only' male friend?" I watch as his eyes scan the screen and when he lifts his head, sarcasm sips into my next words. "Is this enough or would you be needing further proof? Do you need me to call Asher to confirm so I don’t have to call Brynn and have you ruin my surprise?"

--- My roommate’s name was Chloe. She was from a small town three hours away, and she’d decorated her side of the room with fairy lights and photos of her golden retriever. She was the kind of person who smiled first and asked questions later, and within an hour of meeting her, she’d already invited me to a dorm floor meeting and promised to share her coffee maker. “You seem sad,” she said on the second night, sitting cross‑legged on her bed while I unpacked my books. “I’m not sad.”

Of course, it didn't hurt that I had some money to sweeten the deal. After bidding farewell to my friends Alex and Ryder, I made my way towards my next target. As I approached the blonde, I was spellbound by her stunning beauty. She was incredibly attractive, radiating a golden glow under the club's dim lights. Her light blonde curls cascaded down her shoulders in an alluring manner. I stood there, momentarily captivated by her exotic allure. However, I quickly snapped out of my daze and flashed a charming smile, trying to regain my composure.

That was just one of many things I hadn’t told her. “You’re nothing like that, okay? For Christ’s sake, look at you. You’re beautiful. You’re a writer—a popular one, working on her second book. And you’re my BEST FRIEND! If that doesn’t scream identity, I don’t know what does,” she said fiercely. I gave her a small smile. I was her best friend—that was enough. “You never asked who told her that,” I said after a moment. She stilled, her body tensing. “No.”

"Hi, Del. Where are you from? I've been looking for you since yesterday. Why did you disappear, huh?" Delmar was silent and just looked at Brisa with a sad look. For eighteen years of friendship, Brisa can read if now Delmar is not in good condition. Even though his best friend didn't say anything. "Wait a moment." Brisa stopped the person who was decorating her nails. Nails that have been colored silver and will now be decorated with small white gems.