Story About Best Friend Novels & Stories

“ 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. ”

I barely registered the thought of moving when my best friend, Thomas Lang, surged forward from beside me with incredible swiftness. He deliberately knocked me out of the way, giving me a sharply cautious look as he did so. Then he crouched beside Ruth, asking anxiously, "How are you doing? Is everything alright?" He then turned to me and yelled, "You should head over to the interview now so that you won't be late, Calvin! I'll stay and deal with everything here since the situation is quite critical!"

I'm no better than Will doing this to her, and yet, I can't help it. “And you’re not just being nice right now, Jaden.” My lips graze her ear. “Because if you were really mad at me, you wouldn’t have come in here with those tight pants on. You would have stayed in your room for the rest of the night where you should be. Let’s not start something we can’t finish. It would be a shame to lose my best friend because I want his little sister underneath me, and we both know, that can't happen,” I whisper.

“You said you were leaving, so I visited my best friend. Her name is Amanda. She passed away a few years ago, and I still miss her like crazy. One of these days, I will tell you what kind of trouble we got into. ” “I bet you had so much fun. My brother is my best friend, and we never fail to get in touch every day.”

Best friend. What even is that, really? We all throw the term around, but if you stop and think about it, it’s something far more profound. A best friend is that person who doesn’t just know your secrets; they know you, the you beneath all the layers. They’re the one who sticks by your side through every high and low, cheering you on even when you don’t believe in yourself and calling you out when you’re on some nonsense. They’re like family, but they’re different from family too. They’re a choice, a bond built from every shared laugh, every late-night confession, every moment you thought no one else would understand.

“I’ll make time this week so we can do all that we planned to do.” “Liv, you don’t have to stress yourself….” “I want to.” She said and then she put an arm around me. “I miss my best friend.” “I miss my best friend too.” I told her softly. “So, what do you say bestie. Would you be my date to the homecoming dance?” She asked me with one raised eyebrow. How did we get here? I wondered. I wanted to tell her about Brad and I. I needed to but somehow this whole conversation had changed things.

“Why wouldn’t it be?” He chuckles, running a hand over his mouth. I hate it, but he’s known me almost my entire life. Beck can read me like a damn book, no matter how much I hate it. We’ve had the same friend group since we were in school, but he and I have always been the closest. He’s my best friend. Which is great occasionally, but times like right now, it’s rather inconvenient. “Because you basically just told someone who spends a lot of money on art to fuck right off.”

Story Submitted by a Friend. Enjoy! Just saying', this story is genuine. I just wanted to share it so much with someone. In my class, I had a "bestie" as you call it. But he was a boy. We were friends since 10th grade and just got closer over time.

When I got home, Tristan was in the kitchen cooking. He looked up when I walked in and smiled. “You’re back? How was the trip?” “It went well.” I changed my shoes, set my suitcase aside, and walked over to him, glancing into the pot. It was my favorite pork ribs. “What’s the occasion?” I asked with a smile. “I missed you.” He turned and kissed my forehead. The second his lips touched my skin, my stomach lurched. The same hands that had killed my best friend were cooking for me.

When they reached the kitchen, Lily finally let go of her hand and threw open the pantry door with dramatic flair. “Guess what I still keep stocked just for you?” she announced, her eyes sparkling. She pulled out a bright red bag of kettle-cooked salt and vinegar chips. Maya’s jaw dropped. Then she let out a shaky laugh that turned into a sound halfway between a giggle and a sob. Her hand flew up to her chest as she felt tears sting her eyes. “Lily… you didn’t have to…” she whispered, her voice trembling. Lily stepped forward, serious now, and hugged her again. “Of course I did,” she said firmly. “I missed my best friend. You’re the only person in the world who would finish these with me wit