My Two Best Friends Novels & Stories

Isla's eyebrows furrowed in feigned confusion, "Bestfriend King? Your bestfriend is a king? Of what kingdom?" Joan and Alistair laughed. "I'm so sorry, I said bestfriend, King" She stressed on the pause, "his name is King." "Aaaaah, I see." Isla pretended to blush in embarrassment, scratching her head, "It just sounded really like, well, you know and I thought...uhm... nevermind. It's just so really...embarrassing. I'm such a ..." "I'll leave you two now and...uhm see you later. You're getting discharged in three days, right? I'll make sure to come visit."

“It’s a lovely sight.” “Don’t say that to her face.” Misty warned. “Why? Will she twitch?” “She will throw something.” Misty warned. “She’s not in the mood for all of that tonight.” “I think I’ll take my chances.” “You’re flustering her.” Asteria said, nudging him. “I’m aware.” Damian retorted. “Let no one say that they don’t understand why Misty and Paige are best friends. They’re obviously both very responsive individuals.” They followed her back around the side of the house. It was past ten, and so the party was in full force.

Flora crouched down on her knee, making Zinzi move back behind my leg in fright. I smiled and crouched next to Flora. Taking her little hands within mine, I explained, "Sweetheart, meet my bestfriend, Flora." Zinzi tilted her head, a small pout adorned her face. "Bestfriend, like me to ywou?" I nod. "Yes. Just like you." "Can also Zinzi have two bestfriends?" She questioned, making her look adorable as ever. We both chuckled at her cuteness. "Ofcourse! You can. I'll be your second bestfriend." Flora replied, as she patted her head gently making Zinzi giggle. "Really?"

he made the toast instead. “ Erm… who are those two?” I felt the need to ask. “ Michael and Mirio. My two stupid best friends,” that was quite an answer. “ Mirio doesn't seem stupid at all,” I laughed. “ He's just less stupid. Just wait till you get to know him,” they were definitely best friends. Seeing everyone happy like this was a day I didn't think would even happen in my wildest dreams but here we are, living that supposedly impossible dream.

My hand flexes around the phone and I curse under my breath. But I will fix it. I will find her. I’ll make Genevieve visible. ** The fear of losing one's best friend is a deeply profound and heartfelt emotion that many of us can relate to. Best friends are often our confidants, our pillars of support, and our partners in laughter and adventure. The mere thought of their absence can be emotionally overwhelming, as they occupy a unique and irreplaceable space in our lives. Our best friends are the ones with whom we've shared countless moments, from childhood secrets to life's most significant milestones. They've witnessed our triumphs and our failures, and they've stood by us through thick and

I murmured making them beam and I felt a smile form on my lips at their happiness" I'll call Bennett and see if he wants to go to the movies....what movie are we watching?" They fist bumped when I agreed making me roll my eyes but shake my head at their antics. These three have been my best friends since our diaper days. We've done everything together and have been there for each other whenever we needed each other. They were at my side when my grandparents died and I was their when they each lost a family member from a sibling to grandparent. We have been each other's rocks through out our whole lives and they made me see that I was an idiot for rejecting Bennett. Stop doing that Dimitri Gr

Even when we already had one, as I remember. “What the fuck are you two doing here? I thought I asked you to leave.” “We knew you were bringing her, and we didn’t want to miss her again like last time,” Luke answered, and Dylan sighed. “So, are you going to introduce us?” “No,” Dylan was quick to say. “Well, no need then.” Luke smirked, which made Dylan lift a brow, obviously not used to Luke giving in so quickly. “Hi again, I’m Luke, Dylan’s best friend.” He came toward me, extending his hand for a handshake.

"You can call me Jun." My best friend was mad at me. My sister left me. And my ex-boyfriend broke my heart when I found him in bed with another girl. I wanted someone I could hold on to, even for a short moment, and Jun was definitely going to be that person, even if we were both drunk-- me being the one more wasted. The kissing resumed and clothes were removed, but the darkness of the room hid our secrets.

“Do you have a new team you’re playing for? Or just a new best friend you hang out with?” I frowned at him, confused. “I’m not playing for another team, Laurel,” I said bluntly, and then added, “And my best friend is still Rory.” Laurel blew a raspberry. “I meant me, your second best friend and your number one male friend.” I sighed again, and this time it was accompanied by a frustrated groan. “I don’t understand what you’re saying, Laurel,” I said. “We haven’t been able to hang out since the suspension. I’ve been feeling guilty, like you’re angry with me or something,” Laurel said.

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.