Pillow Buddies Novels & Stories

Every single post had Hayden in them, and the comment sections were full of mutual friends teasing them. "When are you guys finally going to step out of the friend zone and start dating?" "You're so compatible!" "Tsk, tsk, tsk. Love is in the air." Sophie replied, "Don't say that! I'll get shy." The further I scrolled, the tighter my chest felt. There were countless posts revealing countless private meetups I hadn't known about. I swallowed my anger and took a screenshot. I edited a post and posted it from my Twitter account with tens of thousands of followers with the caption, "Countdown to breakup".

was the prompt answer from one of them. When they arrived an hour later, they seated themselves, one by one, and then turned the VHS player on. “Look,” said one soldier, pointing at the wall behind the Colonel. The red creature stopped and then moved upwards crawling. The Colonel turned around. “Cockroach,” added one of the soldiers.

A 'bed buddy. Maybe on the day he swore that promise to me in front of a crowd, Cassidy wasn't there. So when it came to choosing someone to cheat with, Vincent had chosen her without a shred of guilt.

"That googly-eyed bastard looked like he's seen some shit." I snort. "Zuri loved it. She literally passed out laughing." "Maybe you should read it again," he suggests, tossing a spare pillow beside me. "Get your mind back on ducks. Not dicks." I giggle, hurling the pillow right back at his face. "Shut the fuck up." He catches the pillow mid-air, laughing as it bounces off his shoulder. "My sweet girl is violent today. And here I thought you were supposed to be resting."

I found comfort in her soothing words as I ranted with tears running down my cheeks and it was at this time I was extremely grateful for the friends I had because I didn’t know what I would have done without them. “Are you even paying attention?” Dia nudged me, snapping me back to reality, and my eyes met a set of eyes. It looked like his deep stare was searching through my soul, knowing what I was thinking about. How long has he been staring? “What was that?” I asked as I finally tore my gaze off Tyler and focused on Dia. “Brandon Cooper is throwing a party at his place this weekend after the game.” “And that’s my business because…” “And that’s none of your business because….” Abigail gave

a guy said, his head bending over a book. "Umm...sooo, Do you guys have Pasta? I mean, I would like to have Pasta and some Salad, one plate." He appeared to be focused on the book. Poor customer service, I noted. "In a paper bag please, I'm taking it home." Seriously, Soph, he doesn't care where you are taking it too! "Eww," he said. "What?"

He's backstage, laughing at something off the camera, his hair slightly disheveled and wearing one of his own designs. A pink shirt, unbuttoned at the top and sleeves rolled to his elbows. I stop breathing for a second. Unwanted heat spreads through my body, curling low in my stomach. "Velles is the hottest brand in the world right now," Maya continues, completely oblivious to the war raging inside me. I take my eyes away from the screen, but it's too late. My mind is already racing, filled with desperate desires. "He would never agree," I say, my voice tight even to my own ears. "Not after everything."

He pulled Ryan aside and hissed, "We had a deal. I get mornings. Janus gets afternoons. You get all of Saturday. That was the agreement." Ryan crossed his arms, indignant. "You two hog six days a week. I get one. An extra night isn't going to kill anyone." That's when I found out — the three of them had a group chat and a schedule.

Chapter 172: Puppy Problems All the following week Jessi thought about Judd. How could she not? Buddy followed her everywhere she went. She'd ordered him a bed from L.L. Bean and paid extra for expedited shipping. When it arrived, she placed it beside her bed, replacing the blanket she'd put there.