Pietro My Brilliant Friend Novels & Stories

“Don't…don't come close to me..I want Jamie, okay? That picture isn't him, okay? Jamie? Jamie, I'm here” “Britney” “Give me my mate back!” “He's dead” Neo delivers the blow. For a minute Britney's face pales, her eyes lose their color, I'm too stunned to know what to say. I'm hurting sure but compared to hers, it must be ten times worse. My best friend falls to the ground. She doesn't scream. She doesn't shift. She sobs. Hard anguished sobs that tug at the tears from my eyes too.

“THE WOMAN WHO SET HER STAGE ON FIRE BY ACCIDENT?” “Apparently.” “THE WOMAN WHO THREW A GRAMMY AT HER EX?” “Yep.” “THE WOMAN WHOSE LAST MUSIC VIDEO HAD A LIVE TIGER??” “Yes, Matteo.” He is vibrating. Actually vibrating. “Oh my God,” he whispers. “My best friend works for America’s favorite disaster princess.” I glare. “This isn’t funny and we aren’t friends.” “It’s HILARIOUS. Tell me everything.” “No.” “GIO.”

PLAYLIST: KINDLY DROP YOUR PLAYLIST HERE Don't let others put thoughts into your mind that takes away your self-confidence. -Katori Hall- GISELLA "Sorry, Gisella," Pietro said with a face of concern mixed with embarrassment, and then, he nodded to Alessandro and Zeta, and with one last glance at me, he turned and walked away. My heartfelt like it would explode. I hold the chair tightly to comfort myself. Pietro... I miss you.

“Chivalry’s dead—and you know that’s not my name.” “Your crusty lips aren’t chivalry. Use my name, and I’ll use yours.” I smile—that’s my girl. Brandi laughs, handing him a plate. “Crusty? Women write sonnets about these lips. Right, Pineapples?” “I’ve heard a few,” she agrees, earning scowls from Gianna and me. “You’re supposed to be *my* best friend, B.” *And my woman,* I want to add but can’t.

“His name is Brice Peterson. The last I heard, he was in New York now.” Brice fucking Peterson. Holy shit, that name was a blast from the past. He used to be my best friend in grade school, then all the way through high school, but we grew apart after that. If what my father was saying about him was true and Brice was the kind of guy responsible for what my father referred to as Marissa’s ‘dark and battered past,’ it was no wonder we’d grown apart.

Nico's point of view “ You're what now?” I asked, certain that I had heard wrong. Perhaps all the sleep was finally getting to me by tampering with my hearing, but as her next words confirmed,I did hear her right. “ You need a friend,” she announced, staring me in the eye. “ And I've appointed myself to that position,” she added. “First of all I don't need a friend, I don't want a friend either, infact I'm in no way interested in any form of friendship.”

“I would never take ‘no’ for an answer.” Fear ignited in my chest, burning through the unease I’d been trying to keep under control. My eyes darted around the balcony, searching for any escape route, but I was cornered. “Let go of me,” I demanded, my voice trembling with anger and fear as I tugged at his grip. Pietro only smirked, undeterred. His lips brushed dangerously close to my ear as he murmured, “You’re a smart girl, Amelia. You know how things work around here. It’s better to go along with it. I can make it worth your while.”

"Apparently, I really don't have any date. You know I really don't trust any Alpha if the person is not, you my one and only best friend. Actually, it's all for you Alex. You know I miss your birthday last time, so I think about giving you surprise." "Do you like it?" Ashly asked with big puppy eyes. Alex opens the card that came with the flowers and happily smiles back at his Ashly. 'His best friend is really death for him.' Ashly POV: - He's really very handsome. His long lashes fluttering and those pink kissable lips slightly puckering every time he exhales as he snores loudly, make him even more adorable when he sleeps. Even he is big bad grumpy Alpha for other's but for me, he is my ado

“You’re nothing but his younger brother, Matteo.” My teeth ground together, a flare of heat rising in my chest. Rage clawed at my throat, begging to be unleashed, but I caged it. Control was power. I lowered my voice, smooth as silk. “We’ll save that conversation for another day. You know what I want, Diego. Give it to me.” “Never. I won’t betray Damian. Not for someone like you.” I laughed, low and taunting, the sound filling the silence like a storm rolling in. “We both know betrayal runs in your veins. It’s only a matter of time before you prove me right.”

I almost shout when we make it inside. Only the thought of my son in my arms keeps the scream from exploding out of my lips. Silvio is hog-tied, blood dripping from his forehead. He's not moving, and I think he's dead. Because of me. I hold Nico close so he can't see. The man holds out his hands and smirks. "Hand him over." "Nico—" "Hi," Nico says. "Who are you?" "A friend," the man says. The glint in his eyes tells me I need to let go, so I do.