The Best Of Me Novels & Stories

Put an end soon! “ Well, i think i am the best choice since i am in the final round, it obviously makes me the best out of the rest. And, i am a good communicator, which makes its easy for me to relate to others people. Above all, i am a kind person, which is rare in this world now. So yeah, that makes me a unique person.” I stated confidently with a calm smile dancing on my lips. He was silent for a minute, my heart went crazy looking him so silent. He then nodded his head in agreement! My god!

Isla POV I don’t realize how much I’ve been holding in until my hands start shaking over something as simple as dialing a number. It shouldn’t feel this hard. Calling Sienna has never felt hard. She’s the one person I’ve always gone to without thinking—no rehearsing, no filtering, no pretending everything is fine when it’s not. But right now…right now it feels like if I say it out loud, it becomes real in a way I can’t undo. My thumb hovers over her name. Sienna, my Best friend, safe place. Home, in human form.

The rain was tapping against the window, soft and steady. “I need to tell you something,” I said. He turned to face me. “Okay.” “I’m not good at this. At being vulnerable. At letting someone in.” “I know.” “But I want to try. With you.” He took my hand. “I’m not going anywhere, Tori.” I believed him. I told him about the worst thing I’d ever done. Not the bathroom confrontation with Ava—that was just cruelty. But the years of jealousy, the way I’d tried to tear her down because I couldn’t have what she had. The way I’d been so consumed by my own pain that I’d hurt other people without thinking.

"I'm the one all banged up. Why do you look worse than me?" Emmett let out a breath. "Because it hurts seeing you like this." That softness—totally unexpected. He smiled. "I'm getting you the best doctors. You're gonna heal fast. But from now on, take care of yourself, alright?" My heart did a little flip. Still, I asked, "Yeah, but... why are you being so good to me?" Emmett looked off, kinda sheepish. "You probably don't remember. Eight years ago, I was a high school screw-up. My dad shipped me off to some bootcamp-style boarding school.

My heart was beating in my throat. “Sophia.” “What?” “Sit down.” “I can’t.” “Then at least stop pacing before you make yourself sick.” I turned on him. “I am sick. I’ve been sick. And now there’s a picture of me outside a clinic with my hand on my stomach like I’m posing for the exact rumor they’ve been trying to build.” He put the phone on the counter carefully, face down. “Talk to me properly.” “I am talking.” “No. You’re spiraling out loud.”

It's easier to say with him inside me, where I can't run from it. "You're the first selfish choice I ever made. Everything else was picked for me. My job, my future, who I was supposed to hate. I chose you, and it's the best thing I've ever done." He loses his rhythm and kisses me with such slow patience that I forget to breathe. Lingering against my lips until I’m dizzy. "You're the best thing that ever tried to kill me," he says when he pulls back. "I was terrible at it." "You were adorable at it. I looked forward to it every day."

My jaw dropped, and I stared at Hannah, blinking. “You’re firing me?” I asked in a high-pitched voice. “I’ve done the best work you’ve ever seen from me these past couple of weeks! I’ve done everything you wanted and more. I pulled myself up. I fixed the problem you had with me…I did everything right! You can’t just fire me!”

Their souls were bound, meant for each other. Despite their flaws and the obstacles they had faced, they overcame everything and remained inseparable. MY BROTHER’S BEST FRIEND. * * * THE END. Thanks for reading! Please check out my other books; you're going to love them. Much love, dear readers!

"That tattoo... No! It's not the best gift you can give me. The baby.... It's not even the best. The best gift will be Amayra Mehta, the name I want everyone to know" "It's Amayra Abraham Harris", she looked deep into my eyes.

“When уоu dо fіnаllу wаkе uр and realise I was thе best thіng уоu еvеr hаd, I wіll hаvе moved оn. I’m not рrераrеd tо ѕреnd another ѕіx уеаrѕ of my lіfе wаіtіng around fоr уоu to dесіdе, I dеѕеrvе mоrе. Sо уоu gо back to thе оld Jоеl, the Joel that dіdn’t give a fuck, but knоw this, I know the truth. You think I don’t recognise thіѕ whole charade уоu’rе рuttіng оn. Truѕt mе, уоu’rе nоt thаt good аn actor. But bеfоrе I lеаvе, уоu ѕhоuld know you hаvеn’t juѕt brоkеn my hеа