Stalked By My Boyfriends Best Friend Novels & Stories

He quickly ran up the stairs to the bedroom to help when he opened the door and saw the unthinkable. He saw his boyfriend being screwed by his best friend and they both seemed lost in their little fantasy to realize they had been caught. “What the hell is going on here? He yelled as Jeremy his boyfriend quickly got up as Chase his best friend reached for the duvet to cover his thing. “Babe when did you come back?” Jeremy said walking forward to kiss Flynn on the cheek but Flynn stepped back with a furrowed eyebrows and said, “That isn’t the problem here. Why are you screwing my best friend?” He asked looking at Chase who raked his hair and bitting his lips out of embarrassment.

"Oh, um....I'm so sorry Ava, I have to go meet up with Stacey. I'll make it up to you tomorrow...I promise." A sudden, sharp sting of frustration hit my chest. Lately, it felt like Stacey was constantly pulling her away, slowly slipping my best friend out of my life while I stood by helplessly. The jealousy bubbled over, and before I could filter myself, I brought up what I had discovered about her new best friend,

“Your stalker is getting his info somewhere. You have two friends, Bethany and Valery. They are possible leaks. If it’s not them, chances are good it’s one of your boy toys.” Bethany was a friend but Valery and I only traveled the circuit together. We were in no way friends because we competed against each other. Though she was my arch nemesis on the court, we were forced to hang out when bored. “Those guys were fuck buddies.” I hoped he stewed on that. “Fuck buddy… boyfriend… boy toy. It makes no difference. Are you going to stand there all day bitching about semantics or do you want to play a game?” “Where the hell will we play?”

For one second, I saw the boy I had loved at twenty-two, the one who kissed my knuckles after every fight and promised he would never let his family turn him into his father. That boy was still in there somewhere. It didn't save me. "Sophia is innocent," I said. "At least innocent of this. Don't punish her because you finally feel guilty." His face tightened. "What about us?" I looked at him for a long time. There had been an us once, but it had been buried under five years of waiting, one mistaken phone call, one wedding, one unborn child, and too many words Luca could never take back. "I don't know how to be us anymore," I said.

Loving my boyfriend's best friend was one of the greatest feelings I had always wanted to get rid of. Harry never looked at me the way Shawn did but as a sister and a friend. So I decided to stick to that but every time I look at him, I'm unable to control these strange feelings I have for him. I know it's wrong to have these feelings for him but honestly, he was the first boy I would ever love. Shawn was second. I thought Harry leaving for England will help matters but now he's back and I know the worst is bound to happen.

I felt like I had a stalker… Sylvara’s voice stirred faintly in the back of my mind, her tone bright and restless. “You’re excited, aren’t you?” I smiled to myself. “Maybe a little. The human world… It sounds so different.” “Different?” she teased. “Try chaotic. But still—imagine what we might see!” She paused and said, “ you could make lots of friends too.” She's right,I don't have any friends here except the maids. I can't remember the last time I socialized.

ELLE Rule number one: Best friends don't keep secrets from each other. Rule number two: Best friends come first before anyone else. Rule number three: Best friends must always have each other’s backs. Rule number four: Best friends must attend important events together. Rule number five: Best friends will not ditch each other for popularity. Rule number six: Your best friend's brother is your brother, not your lover. Rule number seven: Best friends must celebrate birthdays together — always. Rule number eight: You must support your best friend's dreams and ambitions. Rule number nine: No lies - no matter what.

I purr, arching into her touch, fully aware that every grind, every kiss, every teasing little moan is just for him. Grayson Bennett—president of the Crimson Reapers, my best friend Alyssa's older brother, and the man I've been messing around with for the past nine months—doesn't exactly come with a label. Mostly because he's still technically married to the wife who ghosted him nearly a year ago. But I've been on the back of his bike. I've been to the clubhouse. And he sure as hell doesn't complain when I tag along—or climb into his bed.

It was a stupid teenage fantasy I barely thought about as I grew up. But now? Now I was on my knees right in front of my best friend's brother, with his cock in my hand and an inch of it down my throat. I continued sucking; his groans were music to my ears. This felt raw and wild. If you'd told me I would be doing something so adventurous, I would have laughed it off like it was a comedy sketch. His phone rang, interrupting our session. “Continue,” he said, and I did, but it rang again and again, and I pulled away.

I had never been attacked but I loved Sean and I knew that he took his job very seriously. I smiled as Stacy walked in. Her brown eyes lit up when she spotted Troy and he swooped in to kiss her hello. Stacy was my best friend since my first week with the pack when she spotted me in the library reading on my third day. She sat next to me and we discussed favorite books for hours. By the end, she declared that we were 'besties' and she refused to leave my side. Troy found us a bit later and was jealous at our closeness.