Why You Re My Bestie Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

So well, Malisa and Aiden's story hasn't ended yet as there would be a part two. I'll inform you guys about it when it's out... In the meantime, you guys can check out my other books. The Better Place : A very emotional story about decisions and how they affect our future. It's dedicated to my deceased friend, Jemmy.... ( Book is completed with 180 chapters . Available on, Goodnovel and Web Novel. ) Depressed ( love yourself ) : A unique book on learning to love oneself and building a strong self esteem... Also a book on Self discovery. ( Book is completed and is Available on N******t. )

I've never read any of them. It was only after he spoke that I realize he was behind me. I thought he was still sitting on the bed. I run my hands over the book, my eyes catching the titles, A fresh Start, For Mbatha and Rebecca, Agony in get voice, Felicia, The betrayal, for better for worse, Evbu my love... I pulled Evbu, my love out. It's actually my best pacesetter novel. I flipped through the pages and sniffed it.

“ It's my pleasure, Mira. I'd never cease being grateful to the creator for giving me an Angel, who's super beautiful and unique. I love you more, Babe. ” “ Gold is good, diamonds are much more preferred but I'll choose you over and over again rather than them! ” “ Jose, you and you alone are my Best friend and definitely the only one I have and need! ” “ So is that a book title revealed? ” He chuckled at the realization. “ Yeah. My newest novel is titled, My Best Friend : He's the one I have. ” “ Oh wow. I bet it's all about me. ” “ You don't have to be so smug. ”

ur bestie still got a pool? I stared at the screen like it was a loaded gun. Then another message came. Leah: don’t worry. I’ll pretend to be just a friend. I know how you get weird about us. I replied before I could think better. Me: It’s not a great time. Maybe later in the week. Leah: huh. ur still running. classic Ethan. I didn’t answer. That night, I tried to avoid Mrs. Rowen. It didn’t work. She found me in the laundry room again, folding a towel just to have something to do with my hands.

BESTIE : It’s okay. BESTIE : it’s me. ME: Okay 😊 BESTIE: Good girl. I shivered slightly in excitement. BESTIE: Just relax and tell me the moment you’re uncomfortable. ME : Okay. BESTIE : Yes baby. ME: I’m not uncomfortable. You make me feel safe . BESTIE: Good. BESTIE: Because I'm not done. BESTIE: I've been thinking about your hands too. The way they felt on my skin. The way you held onto me, the way you moaned my name.

My heart—well, my heart was something I couldn't think about right now. On my fifth trip back, I found Lena standing by my pile of belongings. She was holding my favorite book—a worn copy of Pride and Prejudice that my mother gave me before she died. The only thing I had left of her. "Looking for this?" Lena held it up, a small smile playing on her lips. I stopped. Stared at her. This girl I'd shared everything with. This girl I'd called my best friend. This girl who'd systematically destroyed my entire life in less than twenty-four hours.

"Wai--" I pull away from him, and run up to my room. I'm done, officially done with this shit. I'm done with fake boyfriends, fake friends, fake bestfriends--who knew you could have fake bestfriends. I feel like my life is a lie. Not only the relationships, but the politics, too. And there's only one person I know I can trust. As much as I want to cut that bitch off like a weed, she has something over me: that fucking book. What's keeping her from exposing me? She's got her date. Not like there's a years-long friendship holding her back.

I love you all for reading it and supporting it continuously. This book would not be here without certain people in my life. and I would like to take a moment and appreciate Thier efforts as well. Saamia Shabbir, one of my best friends who supported me throughout this journey. Her nickname is Amy, so you can see where that character came from. She even helped me with the making of few big plots in the novel. She is the best part of my life to be honest. Saamia, this is all because of you.

Like I mentioned earlier, everyone knows that I am a weirdo… Nobody bothers me because of that… Well, except for Kaylee and her fake-laughing friends. “Liv, can we go and talk somewhere else?” Dan asked. “A library isn’t the most suitable place if you’re in a mood to shout.” He whispered. I looked around at all the people who were reading books or writing stuff down or doing whatever they were doing. “Okay.” I shrugged as I got up from my seat and took my bag, closing the book I was reading. The book that revealed the big secret to me… That’s why books are my best friends… They tell me everything!

He’d contacted his friends, asked around, and found something for her. He found a way to give her what she most wanted. He found a way to send her back into her life, her old life… her life without him. “Why?” she asked in a trembling voice. She felt the bed dip as Fabien sat. “Because you are an exquisite dancer. Because you are the greatest ballerina I know. Because they’d kill to have you,” Fabien answered. “No… Why did you call your friends? I thought… I don’t understand.”