My Love And Best Friend นิยาย & เรื่องราว

My heart pounds behind my ribcage and that's when I knew it, I was deeply and utterly in love with my best friend. I was in love with Ashley Grey.

Their steadfast support has been a constant source of strength and comfort, providing me with the reassurance and encouragement needed to navigate through life's challenges. Through both the good times and the difficult moments, my best friend's presence has served as a guiding light, illuminating my path and reminding me that I am never alone. Their loyalty and dedication have played an instrumental role in shaping my journey, and I am forever grateful for their unwavering friendship. I am grateful for their constant presence and unwavering support, as it has played a crucial role in shaping my personal journey and assisting me in navigating the various challenges and obstacles that life pr

After we get together tomorrow, you can ride me out. I can be your best friend, your lover, your husband, and your confidant. I know you have no friends. I know you hate everyone, just like me. We are the loneliest people in this world. But, once we're together, you and I will be best friends forever. I can be your protector, your pride, your prince charming.

“I don't ever want to see you get hurt. You're too special to me because I love you.” I froze listening to her words. She snapped her wide eyes at me, and her lips parted as she realized what she had said. “Say that again,” I said, sitting up and ignoring her concern. “Say it, Kiara.” She touched my cheek. “I love you, Ethan, and I don’t want to see you like this. Ever again.” I was grinning now. My best friend loved me. Kiara Sharma loved me. I wanted to go and tell my mothers about this and yell it to the world that Kiara Sharma, my best friend, loved me.

This was for us. My smile widened, filled with a love so profound it hurt. "I am in a relationship with the only man I have ever truly loved," I declared, my voice resonating with every ounce of my soul. "With the man who loves me despite my imperfections, despite my past mistakes, despite the terrible things I have put him through. The man who sees me as who I truly am, not the image I project. He sees the real Damien, and he loves him anyway. I am in love with my best friend, my confidant, my soulmate..." I paused, my voice thick with emotion, the name a sacred whisper on my lips, "Adrian Gabriel Raines."

I follow suit, my own wolf wrapping me in a world of physical sensation that still can’t blot out the guts-on-the-ground feeling. My best friend. My best fucking friend. Forget tradition, forget being promised to each other, Eva is and always has been my best friend. She’s been at my side through all my best and worst moments, just like I’ve been at her side through hers. That’s why it was so easy to imagine walking away from Candace and spending my life with her. I’ve been practicing for twenty years. And a life with one’s best friend is most people’s dream come true. I’ve never seen Eva look like that before.

He simpered. "There's no way that's the truth. What if I tell you your stupid best friend is in love with you? She's crazily, madly in love with you." I rolled my hands in the air. He only smiled. "You don't believe me?" I frowned. "I might've suspected that, I'm not gullible to not notice the signs but I'm all yours, sweetheart. Amanda and I have been best friends for ten years, but nothing more than that. Do you think this is some cliché romance in movies or something where the Man's female best friend falls in love with him and he doesn't notice, then he'll neglect his wife for her and support her wrongdoings instead of his wife's truth?"

“I’m not sad.” “You’ve been staring at that same sweater for ten minutes.” I looked down at my hands. I was holding the gray hoodie—Ethan’s hoodie, the one I’d never been able to throw away. “Old boyfriend,” I said quietly. Chloe didn’t pry. She just nodded and said, “I have one of those too. His name was Mark. He told me he loved me and then kissed my best friend at prom.” I blinked. “Seriously?” “Seriously.” She shrugged, but her eyes were soft. “It gets easier. Not all at once. But eventually.”

But I couldn’t let him see that. I drew in a shaky breath. “Listen carefully, Luca. Whatever you’re imagining has to end. Now. You’re my son’s best friend. You’re younger than me. You’re—” I didn’t get to finish. His mouth found mine. And all the words I’d been holding scattered like birds

I stiffened at first, caught off guard but soon melted into the hug. “It’s so good to see you in person again,” she said, pulling back just enough to search my face, her eyes shining. “Not on some glossy magazine cover, not in an ad, but here, my best friend, finally.” I chuckled, warmth settling in my chest. “I missed you too, Lexi.” I said softly, though the weight of everything I’d been running from still pressed against me.