The Best Of Me Novels & Stories

It was really absurd everytime u think about my life as it is now - which was almost every second - so absurd that I'd have laughed if I wasn't the victim of the whole craziness. First I get rejected. Then I have sex with my gay best friend. Then I find out he's not gay, but a spy from another pack. Then he goes ahead to tell me he loves me and proposes to me. Madness. Total madness, honestly. Dear goddess, what next? What would come out next to mock me and the joke I've obviously become to the universe? “No matter how hard you tug, the dress won't get lower than that” Jax said with a slight chuckle and I glared at him.

Because they deserved the best. My family deserved the best. I deserved the best. And I would do everything in my power to make sure that they get it. THE END

She turned towards Claire who was also busy just like the other students, drooling over Mr grumpy. "So he is the " London Malik" huh?" She retorted. "Shocking right? I intentionally skipped the part of him being the most handsome dude on the planet, I wanted it to be a huge surprise," Claire replied not sparing her a glance, her eyes were glued to the glamorous figure standing at the podium. "You know, this is not my first time of seeing him but it always feels like it, geez, how can someone be this cute," she squealed sheepishly.

I’m not sure if it will work, but it’s all I got. I don’t think I would be able to give Tony up, if I allowed him in. I don’t want to hurt him, Sharon or get hurt myself, but I’m at a crossroads and I don’t know which way to turn. Sharon is my best friend who suggested I go down this path but we didn’t expect it would lead me to her own son.

Quietly. "This is not the worst thing that happened to me," I said. "This is the best thing that happened to me. Not despite everything it cost. Because of it." I held his gaze. "I would not trade a single week of it. Not the beginning when I was frightened. Not the first fight. Not the Vasiliev situation. Not the photographs or the coffee shop or the four days while you were in Vienna." I paused. "All of it made this what it is. And this is the best thing." He looked at me for a long time.

I actually I'm giving my best. But honestly, I don't know if my best is enough. Please kindly drop gems and also a thumbs up for this if you are feeling my story okay.

he asked, half amused, half curious. “I don’t talk much,” I answered honestly. He nodded slowly. “Good. The world’s got too many people talking without thinking.” And in that moment, somehow, I knew I was in trouble. Not because he was handsome, though he was. Not because he was popular, smart, or had a guaranteed future. But because… he saw me. Not as a shadow. Not as the boring twin. But as someone real. Someone who paints and chooses gray over white. And from that day on, I started painting more. Not just to escape the world… but to hold on to that one moment, that one afternoon.

“That you only married me because my parents supported you.” “You believed her?” I looked at him and let out a sigh. “If I didn’t love you, I wouldn’t have given up Harvard Medical School. I wouldn’t have started your company with you. And I sure as hell wouldn’t have worked three jobs to support you when you went bankrupt.” James flinched, his face draining of color. “James, you don’t actually love anyone,” I said slowly. “You only love yourself. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have claimed to love me while sneaking around with Mia and eventually ending up with her.”

Though, in truth, I had often felt like nothing more than another trophy displayed at his side. Today was different. They greeted me as Lady Seraphina Vermont. It felt as though I had finally found my way back to myself. "Lady Vermont." I stopped when Duke Roland Westhaven approached me. He had finished fifth in today's competition. Smiling politely, I dipped my head slightly. After all, he was about my father's age. "Congratulations. You deserved that podium." I returned the nod. "Thank you." He chuckled softly. "I almost regretted joining today's competition."

He didn’t know what was happening to him, why was a picture of his best friend turning him on? Tristan’s eyes - the eyes were something he had spent an eternity looking at, but it felt like he was looking inside them for the first time - they made him moan. The way Tristan's face could simply radiate was one thing, but it was his eyes that made the package complete. They would sparkle or so it seemed as he spoke and you felt like he was truly looking at you, not through you like so many did. It was how they seemed to narrow and just burrow their way into your very soul that had his hand now flying up his cock.