Stefano My Brilliant Friend Mga Nobela at Kwento

My whole body froze when my eyes met his cold gaze. I wonder how much Stefano had seen. As he took powerful strides towards us, my heart pounded loudly in my ears. Suddenly, his firm grip pulled me in his direction. We stood opposite Robin who had an awkward smile plastered on his face. "Glad to see you, I guess." Robin chuckled, stretching his hands towards Stefano as though they were old friends. "You might not be glad to see me next time." Stefano's firm tone matched the cold gaze his eyes held.

I heard the final grunt of Stefano and he came in here, I feel so helpless that I can't even move and I have to witness their naked body. Stefano gets up from the bed and looks at me with a smirk "what Camilla, do you want something," he asked me and I am looking at him with teary eyes but no words are ready to come out of my mouth "Maybe she wants to fuck you," Anna said and they both started to laugh at me but I ignored Anna because other than Stefano I have no interest in talking to anyone "why Stefano," I asked him and tears spilled from my eyes "Why are you crying sweetheart,m did I do something wrong," he asked me like this is the most casual thing and he is standing naked in front of

She wasn't upset or mad at me about the way I felt. Me: Addy, I love you too. I was worried you would be mad at me for telling you considering you seemed to like him too. He's sweet, ya know, he has this way about him that makes me melt. He's the first person that can truly see what I am feeling in my art, it's crazy considering what we are now but I can't help the feelings I have. Thank you for being my best friend, for always being in my corner. See you in the morning.

I stood there, frozen in a daze, the bustling crowd around us fading into a blur. Jax—no, Alpha Fenriz—smiled at me, that confident grin of his sending my heart into a frenzied dance. My mind was still grappling with the revelation that the man I had known as my best friend was, in fact, an Alpha of a powerful pack. It felt surreal, almost like I was living someone else’s life. “Selene?” he prompted gently, tilting his head as if he were waiting for me to respond. I could see the flicker of anticipation in his eyes, and it unnerved me. What was he expecting? I barely even knew how to process what was happening.

x Stefano: I will plan the best night of your life. You know I can do that. Don't let me down. Aria, you know it will be worth it! x Shit, he's luring me in. I can't stop myself from wanting to go along with what he's offering. I love spending time with Stefano. He made the wedding one of the best nights of my life, and the other week was great too. I crave more of it; no one else could ever make me feel like he does. Plus Isla will want to know why I don't want the date if I disagree, which means I'll have to explain myself somehow, even though I can't.

He thinks I’m the most unattractive person among the seniors. I wanted to cry but I reminded myself it was a game. Why bother about crying? “Oh my God!” someone yelled. I couldn’t care less who it was that talked because I was hurting. Yes, I’m plain compared to my best friend but I don’t think I am that unattractive. “I can’t believe you did that dude.” I looked up at Andre. There was that smug smile again as he high-fived the other stupid boys who were cheering him up.

Everything gleamed, from the polished wood to the crystal glassware arranged in precise rows behind the bar. "Alex!" A man who could only be Stefano emerged from a group near the bar. Tall, dark hair swept back from a handsome face, expensive sunglasses perched on his head despite the shade overhead. He embraced Alexander with the casual affection of old friends. "Stefano, good to see you." "Too long, my friend. Too long." Stefano's English carried just enough accent to sound charming rather than difficult. His eyes shifted to me, lighting with appreciation. "And this must be the famous wife I've heard so much about. Olivia, yes?"

In the dimness, Stefano turned on his heel to throw something in my direction. I blinked at the same time my breath halted in my throat again. I'd caught something with my bare hands. The shiny lens of a small camera? The lens shone on my stretched out palm. Wait. Was he recording the whole thing? "What's this?" Stefano put on his trench coat and stared at me from behind the table. His close-lipped grin brought a terrifying shiver down my spine. "For a good friend." He then threw a black duffel bag to my feet. The loud thud caught my undivided attention.

“And you—you couldn’t find someone your own age? Someone other than my BEST FUCKING FRIEND? How could you do this to me?” Tears streaked down my cheeks as I yelled. Talk about a fucking betrayal on my birthday. My day was already ruined. I considered Eli my best friend, and yeah, I was way invested in him finding his mate as much as I was in finding mine. And all this while he just... "I considered you my best friend, Eli." My bottom lip trembled, "And you do this to me?" He had the nerve to look devastated. He had the nerve to look like he was about to break down, as if he ever considered

She asked with a hint of irritation and sadness entangled her voice. Arching an eyebrow at her attitude, he poked his inner cheek with the tip of his tongue. “I dont want it.” He replied, nonchalantly. The table suddenly went quiet. “You’re saying no to coffee?” Stephan choked out in shock. “Heck! you would die for it.” Shrugging, he took a bite, not bothering to answer him. “Someone is not in the mood.” Lorenzo whispered from beside him. Vincenzo hummed in response.