Naruto And Sasuke Best Friends Novels & Stories

And Tristan realized Lena was following him. So, he followed her. He killed her on that cliff because she knew too much and was going to tell me the truth. So, she had to die. I sat in that small office, my whole body shaking. I felt a vast, consuming hatred boiling inside me. Tristan Shaw, you killed my best friend. You killed the person who cared for me more than anyone else in the world. And you still sat across from me every day, eating like nothing had happened, smiling as you told me good night.

Sakiko exclaimed. She was shocked by Ayumi's words and quickly pulled her hand to make her sit. "What?" "Shh!" Sakiko hushed her. "Don't let anyone hear you." "So you are admitting to it. You do have feelings for him." "Nope. I am not admitting to anything. Don't misunderstand." "What? He clearly likes you as well. I bet Sasuke feels the same way too." "No. It's not what you think. I do not have that kind of feelings for him and neither does he. We just take each other as siblings, more like um best friends."

he replied with a pleading voice. "Well!!" Sasuke gazed down at him and wished if only he could draw out his friend's pain, he wanted to be of help, be a good friend, a dependable one at that. They have to talk things through, he thought. They are both friends so no more keeping secrets between them. The door to the clinic was now in view, he then dragged Kazuma inside slowly not wanting to hit him against the doorknob, sasuke was as serious like he was petting an egg from falling…

Of course, I expected this, at least the whole dinner was going better than I had imagined and I knew it was probably going to shit from now. Kai, who isn't used to this hostility, or probably is, frowns. Frowning Kai actually looks sort of cool "I was just talking to him" Strawberry's voice lowers "Don't" "Why?" I know this might sound my love for anime talking but they sound like rivals. Naruto and Sasuke stuff. Except they aren't really best friends and Strawberry would probably not hesitate to snap Kai's neck "He's not yours" "You fucker" The next words that leaves his mouth sound like a bomb "He's my boyfriend" SILENCE.

“Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for this day? Do you know how long I had to hide? How long I had to smile in your face and wait for him downstairs after he left your bed?” I looked at her. “You were my friend. My fucking best friend.” “I was tired,” she said. “Tired of covering it up. Tired of pretending I was happy for you. Tired of watching you sit here thinking you had him. Tired of watching you enjoy all these wealth.” “I brought you into this house.” “And I stayed.” She smiled again. “That’s the difference. Whenever we’re done, he’s so satisfied, That’s why he doesn’t come to you afterwards. He already got what he wanted from me.”

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.

This was all within my expectations. Since Wyatt and Pearl had gotten together long ago, it was only logical that he had AIDS as well. However, when the others learned about this news, they all reacted in very entertaining ways. Timothy shot a look at Pearl as if he was silently asking, “Wow, you were sleeping with your best friend’s boyfriend too, huh?” Meanwhile, Benjamin looked at me and Pearl with suspicion in his eyes. “You two…” Pearl quickly spoke up. “I’m sorry. Actually, I knew early on that Wyatt had AIDS. But I kept quiet about it because I was worried about hurting his pride. I only refused to donate blood to him because I was afraid that I would get AIDS myself.”

The big brother I always wanted as an only child. "If he ever dares hurt you... Call me. I'll make him pay." he had said as a last resolute, making my eyes roll. "He's not going to hurt me, Brooks." Wanna bet?" "Brooks!" "I mean it. You're my best friend, the last thing I want is you getting hurt over a damn fool!" "Brooks, stop it," I said as we sat by our childhood tree house three years ago. "I bet you won't go past five years." he had said, making me uncomfortably angry. But I took the bet, determined to prove him wrong.

Seeing Connor deformed and bleeding like this will definitely leave a scar on his mind. " You say that so casually. Dude, he's a person," he says. " Dude? Where is that coming from?" I ask. He has never referred to me as a Dude, so it is new. " Well, I'm just trying it out. Best friends call each other stuff like that," he shrugs his shoulder, smiling from ear to ear. " We are best friends?" " Yes, we had a moment in the car, and now, look at us, plotting someone's murder. Friends that kill together are best friends for life, bro,"

And then, just as I think the moment has passed, I hear him again. "Val, I don’t feel so good." I snap my gaze to him. He meets my eyes, nods once, then turns back to North. "By the way," he says, smirking, "remember you’re my bestest friend. And best friends share their men." North wrinkles her nose. "Ewww! You idiot!" I watch them, my heart pounding. I watch him, and I feel like I’m standing on the edge of something terrifying.