Three Besties Mga Nobela at Kwento

I can't believe I'm such an idiot; that money could have gotten me far. I pushed the bag off the table, causing it to fall to the floor, where Harvey picked it up. "Please sit," he replied. Harvey was my other friend; he was the most concerned of the three of us, perhaps too kind, as he was always so sweet to give me a foot massage when I returned home fatigued from the night shift. Jake, my third apartment neighbor, even taunted Harvey about having a crush on me, which he neither denied nor accepted, which made me happy because I didn't view him that way.

Zelda burst into the room. “Brie” she shouted I blinked. “What on earth—?” “You need to hear this!” she exclaimed, nearly bouncing with excitement. I sighed. “Can it wait?” “No! Absolutely not.” She slipped inside, shutting the door behind her, and revealed a bundle of clothes hidden under her cloak. Her eyes were wide with excitement. “The triplet Alphas of the Obsidian Fang pack are in town. Triplets, Brie And they’re, gods help me—too gorgeous for words. They’re all tall, gorgeous. They are carved like warriors out of stone. I nearly fainted just hearing about them.”

I guess there are also trust issues brewing between the couple. Again, something I do not plan to clear out. I mean their issues might work out well for me. I am the guy she trusts and relies on to tell her the truth. What do they call that situation again? Besties right? Ooh, I want to be more than just that, fuck buddies rings a nice bell to me.

“There was no way I was leaving you alone in that state.” Pat lowered his eyes toward the soup. “And honestly…” Tee sighed lightly. “I didn’t trust you to be alone last night.” That made Pat’s chest tighten slightly. He didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he quietly stirred the soup with his spoon before muttering softly, “Sorry for stressing you out.” Tee scoffed. “You’re my best friend, idiot. That’s literally part of the job.” A faint smile finally touched Pat’s lips. After they finished eating, Tee gathered the empty bowls and placed them into the sink before casually leaning against the kitchen counter.

Her two best friends. She could still feel the river mud from Spouts Bridge, the way it had squelched between her toes when she and Xavier and Chris had hunted frogs at dusk, the three of them laughing till they cried. The pack had called them the Three Musketeers then. She had been a year younger, always trying to keep up; they had fit together in a way that had never needed explaining.

Liam let out a soft laugh and playfully tousled my hair. "Selena, it's been ten years. You've grown distant from me!" I pretended to be annoyed and pushed his hand away. "Ugh, you've ruined my hair again!" It was as if we had been transported back to the days when the three of us were thick as thieves. Once my fever recovered, Liam stuck by my side, helping me pick up all the essentials I needed to get by.

Matthew demanded, pointing at himself, confusion and disbelief flashing across his features. Kyle chuckled, tapping Matthew’s wrist. “Only the three young masters in this mansion have that kind of watch. And I knew it was you because of its customized blue color, which is the Third Young Master’s favorite color.” Matthew’s eyes widened. He slowly looked at his watch and closed his eyes, a flush creeping up his face. What the hell? He had covered himself perfectly, and now, just because of a watch, he had been exposed. A sudden thought struck him. Kaizer might have recognized him too. What the hell? Is that why he kept staring earlier? Because he knew? So what if he did recognize him? What co

A desire for more of her smiles directed at him. Her lashes fluttered open and she gazed at him through hazy eyes. “Brecc. I don’t understand. You and Eros have confused the shit out of me.” He barked a laugh. “How did we do that?” “I thought you two were…you know, a couple,” she stammered. “I didn’t realize you were into threesomes.” He went back to walking, helping her along by holding her hand. “We’re not into threesomes. We share females. Eros and I have always had a deep connection. Our bond ensures we have the ability to lead the pack as best we can, but also have a triad relationship with a female.”

My best friend, Natalie Grey, was the most famous pushover class president in the entire management department. When classmates didn't pay their class dues, she covered them out of her own pocket. When people sent her on errands and dumped grunt work on her, she kept her head down and did every bit of it. When someone got written up and pinned the blame on her, she quietly took the fall. I, on the other hand, breathed a sigh of relief and told her to keep it up. Because deep down, Natalie was a little hellion. Emotionally detached and born with a screw loose, she was the kind of person who would actually take a knife to someone in real life. When we were kids, a boy from our town picke

I did everything to be a good friend, only to be treated as my so-called best friend’s scapegoat. When her husband found cigarette ash in their house, she claimed I was the one smoking. When she snuck off for a private rendezvous with her lover, she told him she was celebrating my birthday. And when she got pregnant, she pinned the blame on me again, declaring I was consumed with jealousy—that I had spiked her drink and hired someone to violate her. Enraged, her husband marched to my doorstep wielding a blade and hacked me to death. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the exact day she had asked me to cover for her affair.