The Best I Ever Had Novels & Stories

EMMA My mates had always been the best gifts I had ever been given in life. They were everything that I could ever want and everything I could not live without. They saved me time and again, and I was incredibly blessed to have them by my side and loving me with all of their hearts.

She smiled at them and they both smiled back and left. "Does that answer your question? As much as I know that you don't want to believe it because it's never been said to you out loud and it's never been shown to you in the way that you wanted to be shown to you even though I know you know that you're enough I need to tell you that you are enough and I meant every word. You're the best I've ever had. Cody was a fool to let you go. " " You're the best I've ever had too. "

She was stunned. Her husband’s voice was rich and beautiful. He was singing better than the owner of the song. Finally, we are here now I've been waiting all my life, whoa Every day you're all I think about, yeah My mind, it's like a river and you always bathe in the water Oh, I prayed for you Oh, I cried for you I can't believe we're here at last Oh, I prayed for you Oh, I cried for you I can't believe we're here at last

I dropped my hands from his face and pouted, “I notice you - a lot. And it doesn't help that we are roommates. You know what would have been very cool?” “No I don't. But I'm sure you will fill me in.” I smiled, “if you weren't gay, it would have been so perfect to kiss you right now. Because I really want to, I've always wanted to - for weeks now. Not just kiss you, tonight would have been perfect to have a hot sex with my best friend and just forget about it tomorrow. I'm single after all.” Jax said nothing and when I looked up he was staring at me with that unreadable expression again.

Still, I forced myself to believe the lie. I took my first bite of the meat, and it nearly melted in my mouth. If it wasn’t the best meat I had ever tasted, then it was easily the second best. The first would always belong to the one my mother made on my birthday, the last birthday before she died. Or maybe it was the memory attached to that meal, the love wrapped around it, that made it impossible to beat.

His voice was as gentle as ever. "I went home," I said flatly, "I don't feel like trying on wedding dresses anymore." There was a brief silence before his familiar laugh came through. "Alright then, I'll take you there again another day. Once I'm done here, I'll bring back that mango cake you love, okay?" Ethan said. My heart twisted painfully. Mangoes… I've never liked mangoes. The one who did was Serena. Reflecting on my past life, Ethan would always bring me a mango cake whenever he returned from a trip. He did that for 60 years. But I'd always preferred strawberry cakes!

He never asked her what she liked or disliked, yet every surprise he prepared was exactly to her liking. At that moment, she finally asked the question she should have asked five years ago, "How did you know my favorite foods?" Zachary replied with a laugh, "I just guessed. I noticed you only went for those few dishes at every club gathering back then, and you seemed to like sweets. I figured you would probably like them." Lindsey lowered her gaze. It struck her how vastly different people could be. Jacob was by her side every day, but he knew nothing about her. She hadn't met Zachary for five years, yet he still remembered all her preferences. She couldn't help but feel moved.

From the time I was 22 until I turned 30, Brianna Everly and I had a wedding every year. The only thing we never had was a marriage certificate. She said she was afraid of marriage, terrified that we'd end up like her parents. So I gave her eight years to prepare herself—until our eighth wedding, when Brianna showed up in the wrong wedding dress. It looked just like the wedding dress she'd always worn for our ceremonies, except for one detail. The name embroidered along the neckline wasn't mine. It was my best friend, Leon Stratford's. I was about to confront Brianna when my brother, Dominic Sterling, grabbed my arm. "Harrison, it's been eight years. What's the point of digging into it no

At a get-together with friends, my best friend suggested we play 'Never Have I Ever'. We would take turns naming things we had never done, folding down one finger for each one. The last person with fingers left up would win. When someone brought up lying to a romantic partner, everyone folded a finger in unspoken agreement. Everyone except my husband, Joseph Harris. He kept his fingers raised and looked straight at me. "The marriage certificate we got five years ago was fake. "You've been trying to get pregnant for three years without success because I had a vasectomy long ago. "Cheryl and I have been together for five years. We even have a child together. He’s three years old now." Th

My husband, Samuel Sullivan, has listed his home appliance repair services on a secondhand marketplace for five years. He charges one cent per job, and his service range is strictly limited to a single city, a single residential complex, and one specific address. His only customer is his ex-girlfriend, Willow Emerson. When her air conditioner filter needs replacing, he travels across half the city to disassemble and install it. When her bathroom lightbulb burns out, he heads out late at night, claiming he's going to buy cigarettes. I asked him about it once. He tells me a man must keep his word. He promised to look after her, and just because they broke up doesn't mean he can go back o