Son Best Friend Novels & Stories

So I did. Not about the kiss. Not about the way he'd cupped my face or the way he'd said "Got what I wanted." I couldn't. That was mine to carry alone. But I told her about the note. The cold dismissal. The way he looked through me like I'd never existed. Sloane's jaw tightened. Her grip on my hand tightened too. "That son of a bitch." "Sloane—" "No. I'm going to kill him." She was already standing. Already reaching for her phone. "He can't treat you like this. You're my best friend. You're not some—some—"

I stared at the screen not paying it much attention. Instead, my mind was hyper-focused on what had just happened. Was I reading into this too much? Probably. Zack was a very loyal guy so it was probably just a friendly peck on the head. Yeah, that's what it was, a friendly kiss on the head given to me by my best and only friend. My best friend, damn my life. You can say that again.

Sharon shook her head as I down it and poured another. “Are you sharing or is that all for you?” “Oh,” I turned to retrieve a glass for her. “I’m sorry. This shit has got me all flustered.” I poured her a glass and slid it over to her. “I see, but don’t feel bad, I’m in the same boat,” Sharon admitted. “What? With Matt?” “Yes and this is serious,” She gulped down the glass of wine so quickly I watched her immediately pour another. “He’s my son’s best friend!”

For three years, Damon had existed at the center of my world so completely that sometimes I genuinely struggled to remember what my life looked like before him. At first, he was simply my best friend. The charming, frustratingly handsome business student who sat beside me during freshman orientation while making sarcastic comments under his breath about the dean’s painfully long speech, and by the end of that day, we were already laughing together like we had known each other forever. Then came the late night study sessions, the coffee dates that stopped feeling platonic far too quickly. And eventually, Damon became the person I called first every morning and the last person I spoke to every

He gave Evander a stiff bow before turning around and walking down the corridor. The moment Julian was out of earshot, Evander stepped closer, his shadow completely covering me. "You're already making friends on your first hour here." "He was my father's trusted lawyer," I whispered, keeping my voice low so the nearby executives wouldn't hear us. "Unlike everyone else in this building, he actually seems happy that I'm alive. Why are you acting like this? You look like you want to throw him out of the window."

“I got an A in my math test!” “That’s wonderful, baby!” Lucy cooed, almost forgetting our heated conversation and pulled him into a hug. “Good job, champ,” I said, ruffling his auburn hair. Maybe there is still hope for him. “Thanks, Dad!” Spencer beamed. “My best friend helped me study. He’s so good at math.” “Oh, really?” Lucy said, her voice sweet. “Does your best friend have a name?” “Leo!” Spencer announced proudly. “His name is Leo, and he’s awesome!”

*Scarlet* On Christmas Eve 26 years ago, I came into this world, a healthy, baby girl; but I wasn't the only one born on that day. Enter, Cole Caldwell; the other baby in my neighborhood, born Christmas Eve, 26 years ago. Also known as my best friend. His brother Johnny is one of my best friends too, but Cole and I have been attached at the hip since we entered this world. Years and years of sexual tension between us, yet, we NEVER have crossed that line. It's not like I haven't wanted to, the same goes for Cole; we just didn't want to ruin our friendship. Friends having sex, usually, never turns out good. I don't want to lose my best friend over something as simple as SEX. We both just rece

KHEERA I came over to talk to Tracy about how she reacted when I told her about David skipping work on phone after I closed from work but meeting Raymond at her place I know it's definitely not the time to speak to her so we spent the rest of the evening playing , eating and chatting like little kids . " Get home safely ". Tracy said as we did a group hug . " Take care of yourself " I replied . " Be fine sis ". Raymond said and we both got into his car . I silently fought the urge to ask him if he noticed anything about Tracy but rules are rules . You shouldn't talk to your boyfriend about your best friend but following that rule is so hard when your best friend is a sister to your boyfriend

“Honestly, so are you.” Isioma rolled her dolly eyes, smiling sheepishly. “Totally not true. But hey, um, now that we've made things clear to each other, do you still want me as your friend, Jordan?” To Isioma's wildest surprise, Jordan wrapped her in his arms and whispered calmly in her ear, saying, “Yes, of course. You're the best friend anyone could ever ask for, Isioma. I'm pretty sure our friendship will blossom greatly. Forever and always!”

Babe's POV "...... Will you let me?" Hunter asked, staring at me with so much passion in his eyes. "Friends don't look at friends that way," I joked referring to his intense look. "Sometimes, they do," He whispered. I smiled. "I have a male best friend and I don't think I need one more right now, you guys tend to be super overprotective," "Tell me about this male best friend of yours," he demanded. "His name is Fred and we've been friends since I was twelve"