Novel & Cerita Pietro My Brilliant Friend

"Oh fuck baby! Yes, come on my cock." His breath is ragged as he lets out a groan of utter ecstasy; cuming inside the condom, emptying himself. We lay here, sweaty messes, tangled in each other's arms, completely sated, and still in awe it happened. "That was better than I ever thought it would be, Scarlet." "I know... I just... Wow." "Well, I can officially say that our friendship is ruined in a good way haha! We can never go back, not after what we did."

Her arms were crossed over the other with her body half-turned to me, a sign she hadn’t been expecting any words to come out of my mouth, so she couldn’t even be bothered to give me complete attention, only for my news to make her freeze. Now I had brought everything out in the open, my confidence level skyrocketed. What had I even been so afraid of? I mean sure, my best friend hated me now, but when it came to who to please, I had to choose myself. Lucia’s hung open mouth finally closed and she turned to face me fully. Her steely gaze was speckled with something else I couldn’t place. Sure I had caught her off guard with my controversial outburst, but there seemed to be a pleading look behi

But what followed made everyone freeze. "That was insane, Sienna-the ultimate bad bitch. I never thought you'd actually break the poor guy's heart like that. Three years of that poor guy's life down the drain..." Sienna's eyes widened; it was the conversation with her friends playing loudly on the speaker. How was it playing now? The DJ wasn't even at his station, which meant it was planned. Peter, about to instruct his men to cut the audio, heard his name and paused. Sienna's breath became unsteady as she noticed all the guests were now listening intently to the recording.

The day my friend died. The memory is clear yet also hazy. I remember sitting near the old railway bridge, breathing the toxic combination of mould and whatever substance he was smoking. Matthew wasn’t much older than me, but he had a world of experiences I could never have imagined. We both admitted these experiences wouldn’t scratch the surface of those we would have had in the city on the mainland, but they were still thrilling. Ventor was beautiful, with rolling, steep streets leading to the beaches and a virile fishing spot. We were admired for the fresh fish and seafood, and understandably. There’s nothing better than fish that has just been caught; there’s a flavour that frozen food c

“I thought you were done after ‘maybe next time die somewhere cleaner.’” “You’ve got a flair for drama,” he hissed, the edge of a smirk twitching on his lips. “But you know what they say, right? You can’t kill what’s already broken.” “Oh, I can try,” I whispered. He leaned in, close enough that I could smell the copper of his blood, the faint cologne drowning down my senses as I choked on the scent of all him. “Try harder. Next time, don’t miss my heart. If I even have one.”

“I’m guessing Sadie went home?” Adam asks from the recliner. I tip back my beer, letting the liquor scorch down my throat. Then I take a slice of pizza from the box on the living room table. “Yeah, she showed me a pretty good time, too.” Adam laughs. “I heard she was good. I’m glad she lives up to her reputation.” I nod and inhale my pizza. I’m starving. “Just like I like ‘em.” Adam grabs the remote and turns the game down. “Hey,” he says, turning to rest his elbows on his knees. “What do you think about my sister?”

To: Adom From: Ash Adom thanks for everything but I think I can't take it anymore, I am going to leave this city. I am sorry Adom. Adom close his eyes, now this shit is getting out of hand. To: Ash From: I am coming with you... The End The next book (My bestfriend is mate ll) is coming after 10th March...

Only Lys had strawberry blonde hair. “Who are you exactly?” she asked. “I’m a friend,” I answered, but it sounded like a question instead. “Friends don’t do what we caught you guys doing.” She chuckled. “Plus, I know my brother better than anyone, and he doesn’t have friends, besides Pietro,” she stroked her chin, “who cannot be considered a friend if you see—” Probably getting a hint from my confused expression, she stated, “Shit! I was blabbering again. If you’re what you say, what kind of friend are you?”

All the time Demetri's strong fingers stroked through his matted hair, shampooing and rinsing over and over again as chunks of something unknown landed with a thud on the shower floor. "It's okay to cry, Pietro," Demetri voice was low and gentle. "There is only you and I here and nothing will leave this room. I understand. You've been through a terrible ordeal and the pain has to come out. I will not think less of you, my friend. I would be honoured that you trust me enough to allow me to help you through this vulnerable moment." His words were like turning on a faucet. The instant Demetri spoke, Pietro's head reared back and he uttered an anguished scream up to the ceiling. His knees buckle

he said tears flowing from his eyes as he tightened his grip on my neck. What type of messed up thinking was this? Why did I have to pay for someone else's decision, I had no idea and she never acted like she had anyone. “So if I understand this right, Aunty Vivian is your mate?” I asked, my voice strained from pain, his claws had dug deep into my skin but surprisingly I was not feeling any pain yet. “Yes, why are you acting like you don't know,” he said angrily, hitting my head on the wall. I did not know why I wasn't feeling any pain but I knew for sure it wasn't a good thing.