Story About Best Friend Novels & Stories

Let me guess, My Best Friend's Boyfriend? -Diddy.

'' I assure him. Even though we're no longer a couple, it's never wrong to want each other to receive a happy life. A happy ending. It may seem as if I've found my source of happiness which is my best friend, Aidan but little does he know that this is all just a lie—a year long lie.

He better pass the best friend check lol. *Me: See you soon! Meet at Debbie's Café? (*End of Flashback*) I was so happy to share the news with my best friend, but knowing what I do now I wished they never met. I haven’t been able to fully trust a guy since then. The moment I introduced them, my life was forever changed. I lost my best friend, and sometimes I miss her until I am reminded of her betrayal. (*The Meeting*) I am practically bouncing in excitement as Heka tries to bring me out of cloud 9.

"Yes, I do know you can figure it out, but I want to help. My best friend needs a thousand dollars, and I want to give her that. You don't have to pay me back at all." Brenda smiled and placed her hands on her thighs. "I don't know what I'll do without you." There had been best friends since high school and eventually applied to the same university together. Although they were complete opposites, their friendship didn't suffer because of their differences. "Well, you can always make me dumplings," Carla replied in an attempt to change the conversation. "I can't wait to get back to school." "I haven't made dumplings in a while. I miss that too." Brenda answered, smiling. "I don't know if I am

"Let me tell you a story." "You know how to tell?" I asked, peering down at the scratching I had made on my hands. He nodded enthusiastically. "I used to tell to my best friend, and now you're my best friend. I will tell you." He cleaned my tears with the back of his hands and started his story of a girl, broken again and again, but yet, stood up to fight the world. And I had slept listening to his voice, fallen to my own world of imagination and hidden stories.

*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

She pursed her lips, unable to say a word, only pointing at me like I had done something unforgivable. And what if I did? She fell for it and I was not to blame. “He is my best friend. My brother…” the words gnawed at me but I continued when I noticed the way Noah's expression faltered. He went from the earlier shock to understanding. As if I just clarified something for him. “If I don't love my best friend, whom should I love?” Leela stared at me for a while. At a loss for words then she burst out into laughter.

A L E X I S The pain of seeing your best friend—the person you've loved since you realized what it meant to like a guy more than a friend—fall for another woman is worse than breaking a bone and feeling every motion; even watching your world shatter doesn't compare because it all happened to be. I broke a bone in kindergarten when falling off a bike, my parents separated when I was sixteen, and I witnessed everything I knew fall apart, another woman take my mother's place, and me being pushed from daddy's spoiled princess to daddy's hardworking girl.

He’s brought a girl home, something he’s never done before, and I think that’s enough to tell he’s already moving on. "I’m sorry." I still feel the need to say, and Asher laughs. "You don’t have to be. Come here." He opens his arms and this time, I accept his hug wholeheartedly, unable to keep the smile off my face. "I’ve missed my best friend," I tell him and he pats my back. "I missed mine too."

Her best friend’s relationship was over. What a year. What a freaking year.