The Beginning And The Friend Novels & Stories

I know the look he gave me without having to see his face, just as I knew the following words that will be out of his mouth. "What the fuck are you anyway?" I just looked back over my shoulder and smiled before walking back to my car. Yeah, that's a question my best friend asks all the time, ever since we were teens anyway. He'd been my friend longer than that, ever since he moved here with his family when we were both seven or eight, and I used to spend summers here with gramps and nana. Back then, I was the first one to stick up for him when the same asshole I just pounded tried bullying him. He was a scrawny-looking thing back then with his chocolate brown skin and those eyes that saw too

he concluded and I nodded with tears. "I can't believe we started as friends with benefits at first. Our story from Stockfield is so.. So.. " "So Nice" he completed and pulled me for a hug. THE END.

I wasn’t sure how to respond to that. “I don’t think that’s how friendships work,” I muttered. “Oh? And how do friendships work, then?” “Well… friends don’t get each other this many gifts on the first day of their friendship.” “Technically, we first met at that fundraiser event,” he pointed out. “That doesn’t count.” “Yes, it does,” he argued. I chuckled. “The friendship officially started today, and I’m already getting spoiled. And you still say there are no ulterior motives behind all this?”

When you lost your job and had no money to go home for Christmas, I gave you five thousand dollars without a second thought. "After you got married, I lent you money 220 times." I tapped Dylan's chest with my hand. My voice was hoarse. "Your sacrifices count, but mine do not?" Dylan swallowed and pressed his lips together. After a long while, he said lightly, "Why count so carefully between best friends?" I had nothing to say. He was the one who started counting. But when he realized I had given more than he had, and he could no longer use our old friendship to guilt me, he did not like it anymore.

Opening my eyes, looking at my screen, I begin texting again, typing out the words he deserves to receive, the truth he deserves to know. Me:You've given me more than I could have asked for, or hoped for, when we started down this road. I can't thank you enough for that, for making me see that what I want and need isn't something I should have to change or be ashamed of. But what we've shared has to come to an end now. I need to say goodbye, even though I'm sure we'll always be friends. This is where what we had ends, and our friendship begins. Goodbye, Jackson.

She trailed off. And then I knew. She had seen it. The first six words of the chapter. I fucked my best friend’s brother. She let out an awkward chuckle, glancing at me over her phone. “Well, this is an... interesting way to start a chapter.” But when she saw my face, her smile faded. “I’m sorry,” I said, my voice breaking. Her expression fell as she dropped her phone on the bed. “What are you apologizing for? It’s just a book, right?” Her voice was soft now, almost pleading.

Kim nodded, “That's understandable. Now you just need to write an ebook on how you Bagged a rich, fine ass man” I rolled my eyes. I wish I even knew that myself. But I didn't bag him, not in that regard at least. “So, am I forgiven?” I turned on the puppy eyes and they both frowned for a minute, holding out on me, which was about to make me panic till they burst into laughter “Of course yes. We just started being friends, it's fine if we didn't know every detail of your life yet. That's what friendship and time is supposed to reveal.”

My friends now, my family now. This all started with me being rejected by my best friend and future Alpha. And now I was married to my best friend and Alpha. ***** THE END *****

It was supposed to start unexpectedly just like the friendship she has with Eve. They started as employee and employer as she was the assistant of Eve even when all she did was sit at home all day and read books. Gradually, they started getting close and Ella would recommend books to her and they would talk about different things all day. Until they finally became inseparable. Eve opened up to her about her past and together, they made plans for her come back. These girls must be thinking that being friends starts by offering. “What is your name,” Eve asked the blonde girl.

Sasha continued, desperate for something to say in order to fill up the silence, "I don’t think I've ever met anyone like her… she's the only one I can call a friend." "Ouch" Kaleb said, clutching his chest playfully, "You are saying you don't consider me a friend? Such a hurtful thing to say, doll face. You wound me!" Sasha punched him playfully, "Stop calling me, doll face. And you know what I meant. Besides, it's the truth. We have never been friends… Why do you suddenly care about that now?" He turned to face her fully, and Sasha held her breath. "Change is a part of life, is it not?" he asked, then continued without waiting for her to reply, "In fact, some people say it's constant. We w