Romance Novel Hero Cheats With Best Friends Novels & Stories

"Maybe I should buy Nancy some shorts like that. Something tight. That should keep me in check from fantasizing about someone I couldn't have." He moved faster, wanting to finish, to end this betrayal of thoughts. Nancy clutched the sheets, and after a nice spank to her ass, she tensed and cried out. He followed moments later, his release more relief than pleasure. When it was over, Nancy curled against his chest. "I love you," she murmured in satisfaction, already drifting off. "Love you too," he replied. The sex had done nothing to clear his head. If anything, Alex felt worse—guilty for using Nancy. This wasn't him. He didn't betray people. He didn't lust after his best friend.

“ It's my pleasure, Mira. I'd never cease being grateful to the creator for giving me an Angel, who's super beautiful and unique. I love you more, Babe. ” “ Gold is good, diamonds are much more preferred but I'll choose you over and over again rather than them! ” “ Jose, you and you alone are my Best friend and definitely the only one I have and need! ” “ So is that a book title revealed? ” He chuckled at the realization. “ Yeah. My newest novel is titled, My Best Friend : He's the one I have. ” “ Oh wow. I bet it's all about me. ” “ You don't have to be so smug. ”

Before meeting her, I had told him, "She's my best friend. We basically grew up together, and I trust her with everything. If she approves of you, our bond will only be stronger." He had put on the perfect smile and promised me. "I'll make sure of it. Consider it done." I had gone with him to buy gifts, arms full of bags, as we sat outside a cozy cafe waiting. The moment Jared saw Luciana, his eyes widened—just for a heartbeat—before he snapped back and greeted her with a polite smile. "Nice to meet you. I'm Jared Hamilton, Monica's mate." Luciana dropped her usual gentle, sweet act in an instant. The first look she gave him was pure hostility.

This final 'gift' just arrived late. Watching Jenna leave in a hurry, my friend looked at me and gave me a thumbs-up. "Honestly, you're impressive. Be real with me. Do you have even a tiny thought of getting back together with her? I'd hate it if you turned out to be one of those hopeless romantics." I shook my head and answered without hesitation. "I have no intention of getting back together with her. None at all." By my count, after the wedding fiasco, Henry was bound to make a move soon.

I really hated that I said yes to him, but after a few months of us hanging out, I kind of thought that maybe I could make things work between Kayden and I as just friends. But I was wrong. I tried hard to subdue my feelings, but I was falling harder. Day by day my feelings kept on growing, fighting to flap their wings into flight. I did everything I could to stop myself from falling harder for Kayden. I dated some really cool guys, had a variety of summer flings, but they were never enough. They were never Kayden Jacobs, and that painful truth always dragged me back to square one. And it didn't help that Kayden was a nice person. A very annoyingly nice person. He never forgot my birthdays.

Stefano shouted. “No!” I barked, throwing an arm out to stop him. “Stand down!” Stefano froze a few yards away, eyes wide with confusion. “What the hell are you doing? He’s” “He’s Cassian,” I said, “My Cassian.” Stefano’s face shifted from shock to disbelief, but he lowered his weapon slightly even though he didn't understand what I was saying Cassian laughed, a cold, hollow sound that echoed across the empty yard. “Same Old Daneim still giving orders, I see, and pretending you’re the hero. You burned me alive and left me behind, and all you have is sorry?”

How did I ever choose her over you? Julian (11:50 PM): I caught her kissing our neighbour, and when I confronted her, she said he had bought her a designer dress that I couldn't, and she was just thanking him. How did I end up with such a whore? Julian (1:15 AM): She seduced me, Clara. I was loyal to you. It's her fault. Just give me one more chance. Please, I’ll never betray you again. I stared at the screen for a moment, feeling a cold sense of detachment. A year ago, he told me it was not her fault but his. He told me he wanted her. Now, he was blaming her for everything.

Gently, I stroke my thumb across his hand, tracing the lines and creases that tell the story of our years together. With a sense of nostalgia in my voice, I begin, "Well, let me tell y'all a little story about how I accidentally fell in love with my best friend's brother."

The naive part of me is hoping that he’ll be the first one to utter those words between us. I inhale his scent that surrounds us. Even after being out on the trails all day, clearing the pathways after the big storm we got earlier this week, he still smells divine. It’s the scent of his soap, the outdoors, and the scent of him that wraps together in something so manly. I’m intoxicated by it. I’m intoxicated by him. It’s probably why I’ve already written countless chapters of a novel I hope I’m brave enough to release one day. A story whose characters are incredibly similar to Cade and me. Something I’d never admit to anyone but myself.

Ronan Blackwell was wrapping his arm around some girl as they stepped out of the hotel elevator. I was sitting right there on the lobby couch, snacking on nuts. The second Ronan locked eyes with me, his face went paler than a three-day-old corpse. The girl in his arms reacted first, shoving him away with a sharp gasp. "Miss West, wait, it's not what it looks like!" she squeaked. I rubbed my forehead. "Alright, drop the act. You're practically bursting at the seams trying not to laugh." Honestly, it wasn't just her. I was barely holding back a massive grin myself. Ronan getting caught red-handed cheating meant I was walking away with ten percent of the family company stock. Jackpot.