My Ex’s Best Friend Wants Me Novels & Stories

My room was golden lit, casting my shadows in the wall. “At this point I don't know how to convince Theresa that second love exists.” I nodded. “That's the smallest of all. I will sneak in her heart. I also have Roosevelt as my Best friend. We can help.” She winked Roosevelt and lionni are best friends. The task would be super easy. I will convince lionni to invite her to come.

I would never know. But I did know that the storm had passed and only clear skies lay ahead. On the way home, my current best friend messaged me. "Hey, your cheating ex really got what he deserved. Remember when I told you I saw him kissing some pretty girl? I was so worried that you'd be angry at me for telling you." "How could I be angry?" I smiled as I replied. "We're best friends."

I know she’s exhausted, but this is literally my best time to tell her what’s currently happening in my life— I’ve been dating my ex-boyfriend’s dad, before it’s time to start preparing for work. Apparently, Maisie’s not taking the news well, or is she? The corner of her lips suddenly quirks up in a smug smile. “You know, I’m never truly a believer of Karma or fate, but…Jesus, this is literally the best example of Karma!” Oh, I chuckle and shrug. Maisie’s taking the news well after all. “I guess so,” I comment. She shrieks and begins dancing to no tune, wiggling her ass, her face glowing with excitement.

"I told the truth! You used Leo to control Julian, and then you threw him away!" "You abandoned Leo when he was two years old for a trip to Paris," I replied, my voice carrying across the quiet room so every person in the building heard every word. "I was the one who stayed. You only cared about that boy the moment you realized you could trade his privacy for a tabloid check." "Shut up!" Elena hissed, stepping toward me. "Julian and I are going to take everything from you! The news loves us!" "Check your phone.” I said calmly.

The driver was so startled he almost pressed the accelerator instead of the brake. Emily: "No need today. I am going with my best friend." Ryan: "Male or female?" Emily: "...Female." Ryan: "By the way, do you have any male friends?" Emily: "...Currently, no." Ryan: "And do not have any in the future either." Emily: "...Who knows in the future? Having friends of the opposite sex seems pretty normal these days." Ryan: "If you dare, I will tell your brother." Emily's native language turned speechless.

"Stop there." She didn't. "Elara." My voice cracked. "Stop." She stopped a foot away. Close enough that I could smell vanilla and frosting and something warm underneath that was just her. My hands curled into fists inside my pockets. She's your best friend's wife. "Why?" she asked quietly. I couldn't answer. My jaw ached from holding it shut. I couldn't. I had no more lies. I stood there with my jaw locked and my heart slamming and the truth sitting in my throat.

Now, it just made me want to gag. “Nobody knows you the way I do. Nobody else on this campus actually gives a damn about you the way I do. I’m the one who protected you. I’m the one who always made sure you were good. You think Brittany cares? She’s just using this to cause a scene because she hates me, not because she's trying to protect you. You’re my best friend, Kathy. We’re supposed to be a team. You can’t let people come between us over some stupid rumor or misunderstanding.”

The 19th time I demand a divorce from my husband, Jason Simmons, my best friend, Diana Nicholson, doesn't try to change my mind as usual. In the past, she always tried to stop me. She even personally showed up at Jason's company to ask him to reconcile with me. This time, she quietly contacts a lawyer for me, prepares a divorce agreement, and helps me with the divorce proceedings. Unable to help myself, I question her about her unusual behavior just as I'm about to sign the divorce agreement. It seems that I've touched a sore spot because she suddenly loses her temper and snaps, "Layla suffered a miscarriage because of you this time. How much longer are you going to cause a fuss?" Layla

His jaw was tight, but he didn’t grab the phone from me. “You were my friend,” I said. “And you were his wife. Friendship died in that bedroom the same day your marriage did.” “If you post that photo, you are not hurting Adrian. You are helping Damien keep me tied to a man who will not sign.” “Maybe I want you tied. Maybe I like watching you scramble and suffer.” My free hand curled into a fist. “What kind of human are you?? What did he promise you this time?” “I don’t think that is your business anymore.”

"Scarlett, dear, how old are you?" "Thirty," I whispered. "Divorced?" "Yes, last week. From Jason Miller, who worked for Adrian." "No family?" "Parents passed away two years ago." Eleanor nodded. "And what do you want from my son? His money?" Question sharp, direct. Took deep breath. First day as fake fiancee, already tested.