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AMELIA: Falling For My Best Friend. 7.
AMELIA. I looked around the environment I stood in with wary eyes. I was not sure if I had made the right decision to come to this place, but one thing I knew was that I wanted to try it out. I was not the impulsive type; I always thought decisions out to the best of my capabilities. But here I was. I was so tired of the life I was living. I was tired of the way everybody around me was treating me. Hence, the reason I accepted the offer of the dark witch. She gave me a secret location to meet her, and here I was. In this very creepy environment that I'd love to get out of soon, it felt like a voodoo would jump out at me anytime soon. The cave was dark, with different strange flowers coiling itself into the corners of the cave. And this fog was in the cave; it made it impossible to see if someone was coming except you heard the footsteps. Oh lord, I'm only trying to change the way I look, not die before I even start. Something moved to my right, and my neck could have broken wit
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-05AMELIA: Falling For My Best Friend. 8.
AMELIA. “Yes, I am ready.” I replied and straightened up.She smiled, and the next thing I knew, she chanted some spells under her breath, and she had something that looked like a liquid bottle in her palm. “So, here's the secret.” She said and stretched it towards me. I looked at the bottle warily, suddenly feeling weird about the whole situation. I looked at the bottle like the content could hurt me. “My hands are hurting, Amelia. Won't you take it?" She said in that sweet voice, but there was an underlying tone to it that told me if I let her wait one more second, she would turn me into the creepy flowers that made the cave look creepier. “Am I supposed to go home and drink it or something?” I asked her. “No, my dear. You're going to take it right here, right now. Because I have to be there for the spell to work. The moment you take it, I'm going to say some spell that would put everything in order.” She said, and I nodded, swallowing hard as I got myself ready. Then, I pro
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-05AMELIA: Falling For My Best Friend. 9.
AMELIA. I woke up the next day like every normal morning. I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling of my room for what felt like hours but was only a few minutes in the reality of it. It was another day to go to school again. To endure the bullying and the hate comments I got from people and to see the face of the guy I loved but didn't love me back. Then I slowly stood up from the bed and walked towards the bathroom; I checked the time on my bedside mirror. I would be late if I didn't start preparing for school now, and I didn't want that. I didn't want to be laughed at by the whole class when I walk into class late with my head bowed down in shame.Being late meant going into a class with all eyes on me, a few snickers and snarls here and there along with some insults to make me more insecure, self-conscious and ashamed of myself. I wasn't ready for all that. I passed the front of my vanity mirror and walked to open the door to my bathroom, but I suddenly stopped. Then I walk
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-06AMELIA: Falling For My Best Friend. 10.
AMELIA. Ever since I got out of my car, I've been getting stares that I've never gotten in my whole life. I was used to the stares of being the only day girl in the room or the class, but this time around, I was the girl with the perfect body and the perfect curves and shape. So yes, I liked it very much. I was in a maxi gown. One that opened cleavage, yes. A whole lot of cleavage. I didn't get this perfect body to hide how beautiful it was. The maxi gown was brown in colour; it complimented the colour of my eyes, and I wore a very nice jean jacket over it.I kept it simple as usual but elegant and classy. I liked how outlined my shape was in this dress; it made me feel high about myself. At how beautiful I was, my skin looked like milk. I smiled and shook the thought out of my head: I needed to get to class quickly if I didn't want to fail my classes. I tried to get used to the wondrous stares as I walked to class, and I was finally in front of my class; I pushed the door op
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-07AMELIA: Falling For My Best Friend. 11.
AMELIA. “So, you think you're beautiful now, you cheating bitch?” Valerie’s voice boomed behind me, and I rolled my eyes slowly. Then, I took my sweet time before I faced her and looked at her head-on. I made sure to have a little smirk on my face so that she would be more pissed off. “I'm sorry, what?” I asked her innocently. Feigning pretence, I wanted to make her feel like she was going crazy the way she made me feel. “Don't you dare pretend like you don't know what I'm talking about bitch, because you're very well aware of what I mean? Did you suddenly go for plastic surgery? Is that what you did?” She asked, almost screaming. The whole cafeteria was looking at us now, and I enjoyed this attention so much because I was about to humiliate Valerie. She better stay far away from me after this altercation because I wasn't planning on going easy on her. “Yes, I had plastic surgery,” I said, checking to see her reaction. Sbe looked shocked that I gave in to what she said. I took
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-08AMELIA: Falling For My Best Friend. 12.
AMELIA. School was finally over for the day, and I was in my car, driving down to the cave to meet the witch that made me so beautiful. I needed to appreciate her; the woman looked like she loved beautiful things, so I branched into a boutique to buy her some gifts. As I drove, my mind strayed back to the events that happened today at school, the altercation with Valerie to the new girl who wanted to be my friend. Ava was a nice girl; she was the type of person who would make all the conversation. All you just needed to do was answer any question she asked. She was so jovial, and she told me I looked beautiful. She's a nice company to keep around, and she looked like she needed a friend since she was new, and I wouldn't mind being that friend to her. Maybe the thought of getting a therapist would have to hold off for a few minutes. I thought as I hummed excitedly and drummed my fingers on the steering wheel. After a few minutes of humming along to the song that was
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-09AMELIA: Falling For My Best Friend. 13.
AMELIA. “Dylan?” I asked, still confused about the whole thing. She liked Dylan? Was that what she meant? I asked myself. She threw her head back and laughed out loud. I was very confused, and I don't remember the last time that I was this confused. “I can basically see the wheels running around in your head right now. Wondering what I mean by saying I want Dylan.” She said. “Yes, I really don't understand what you mean by telling me that you want Dylan,” I replied to her, and she nodded, moving towards me a bit. “Okay, I'll tell you. In order for me to be able to do what I did for you, I need somebody to strengthen me. The spell I cast for you made me very weak, and anything could happen anytime soon. So, I need my strength back.” She said. “Okay, that's very understandable. But how does Dylan come in?” I asked her. “Oh, I need his blood to cast the spell that would make me strong again.” She said simply. His blood? How was I going to get his blood? We don't ev
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-10AMELIA: Falling For My Best Friend. Chapter Fourteen.
AMELIA. “You don't have any other choice. I asked for what I asked, and it's Dylan I want. You have just one week to bring him here. I don't know how you want to do it, and I don't care how you both get here. But if Dylan is not here in a week, be ready for your secrets to be revealed.”Her words kept coming on and off in my head. It's been two days since the witch threatened me. I've been a ghost of myself ever since then; I can't even recognize myself anymore. I've been going to school, but I've not been going. Cause my mind was always on what the witch said, I've also not been able to look Dylan in the face ever since this incident. It was like I did something really wrong to him when in reality, he was the one who did something bad to me. In all honesty, if I knew that the witch wanted something like this from me, I would have told her not to worry. I would have said to her that I was fine with the way that I looked. Now, I was burdened with the thought that my life would be a
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-12
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AMELIA: Falling For My Best Friend. Chapter Sixty Two.
DYLAN. I was wrecked. I came to the family bar that we owned, it didn't look good, I know. The golden son, drinking in daylight, it fucked with me and it's not something I would normally do, but it's Amelia. She fucks with me in the most impossible ways. She just has that ability, to make me the most miserable and also the most happiest man on this earth. But nobody except the workers would know what was going on, I told them not to let anyone come in, I needed to keep the embarrassment on a tight leash as much as I could. If my parents found out about what I was doing right now, they would kill me. I sighed as I downed another vodka. “More.” I said and the bar mistress didn't think too much about it, she did as I asked and that's how I've been spending my afternoon, getting drunk and high on the thought that Amelia still hated me for what I did that time. For her to say that thing, it hurt and scared me. Maybe Rowan was the opposite of me, someone that had courage to do what I
AMELIA: Falling For My Best Friend. Chapter Sixty One.
AMELIA. I kept on looking at her like I was starstruck. I couldn't figure out why. All I knew was that I was scared. Deep down, I knew that Dylan wouldn't leave me but anything could happen and he could decide that he didn't want me again, I wondered if I should tell Ava.“I'm fine.” I told her and she shot daggers at me. “Don't make me ask again, Amelia. Spill it.”“I really am okay.” I said and she sighed. “Do I look like a fool to you? Ever since we got back from the second break, you've been acting so weird and spacing out, and Dylan is nowhere to be found. It doesn't take rocket science to know that you and Dylan fought, he's probably the one that fucked up, and you're trying to protect him, so spill,” She said and I shook my head. “No, no, no, no. He didn't do anything, it was all me. I fucked up and I hurt him.” I told her and she frowned. “What do you mean?” Ava asked me and I sighed. “While you were out for the second break, I went under the elm tree behind the gym and
AMELIA: Falling For My Best Friend. Chapter Sixty.
AMELIA. I've been awfully quiet. After the encounter I had with Dylan earlier, I've been in a terrible mood. The moment Dylan walked out, I started looking for him everywhere, but he was no where to be found. I really hurt him and I knew that, I didn't mean for it to happen that way. Today was the presentation we had in Mrs Williams class and I couldn't focus, first of all, one of my group members were missing and I was supposed to give the presentation, but I wasn't even in the right state of mind for that. I was so distracted.I kept hitting my pen slightly against my book, thinking of the different ways that I could apologise to Dylan. I knew for sure that he was too obsessed with me to leave me alone just like that, but at the same time I didn't like that he was vexed. So I had to do something very fast. I felt a nudge at my side and I looked at Ava and she tilted her head to the front, a sign telling me to look at something. Then I looked at the front of the class, Mrs Willi
AMELIA: Falling For My Best Friend. chapter Fifty Nine.
AMELIA. Dylan walked away. We’d been fine all day–better than fine, actually. He'd walked me to history class, brought me a hot chocolate during lunch, even brushed his fingers against mine in that accidental not-accidental way. He always did when he was trying to tell me he cared but didn't know how to say it. I was confident that I knew Dylan to a point now, I knew that he wasn't all that good when it came to communicating openly, but he made his intentions clear through his actions which I appreciated a lot. And then, he saw Rowan. Or maybe it was the way Rowan saw me. I didn't expect him to show up under the elm tree again, he made it his mission to always find me under this tree. It was like he knew that this was my safe space and he was taking advantage of it, but I find all of it innocent. He was just trying to be nice, or maybe he was trying to get closer to me, regardless of all these things that I think, mainly because Ava planted them in my mind, I still think he's a
AMELIA: Falling For My Best Friend. Chapter Fifty Eight.
AMELIA. It all started with a knock. Nope, scratch that.It all started with him saving me from Valerie and her minions. And ever since then, Rowan has been a constant part of my life, at least he has tried to be. I was sitting alone beneath the old elm tree behind the gymnasium, my knees tucked to my chest, the pages of my sketchbook fluttering in the breeze. I hadn't drawn a thing. The pencil dangled between my fingers like a forgotten weapon. I couldn't get my thoughts straight–ever sinve I made that deal with Alura, my life had been a pendulum swinging wildly between excitement and despair. I didn't hear Rowan approach, but I felt him. He had this particular atmosphere to him that I couldn't decipher. It was nothing like that of Dylan. Dylan would always be special. “Mind if I sit?” He asked, his voice smooth like running water, a little too calm, a little too perfect. I looked up and blinked at him momentarily, caught off guard by the way the sunlight hit his eyes. Haze
AMELIA: Falling For My Best Friend. Chapter Fifty Seven
AMELIA. “Yes,” I hissed, tipping my head to give him even more surface area to bite. My legs convulsed around him as he continued to beat into me. His cock played my wet pussy like a drum, pounding over and over in a delicious rhythm that had me vibrating and emitting sounds I’d never heard before. Just as a third, seemingly impossible, orgasm was about to claim me Dylan nipped my earlobe and said, “Love the feel of your tight, hot pussy all around me. Gonna fucking live between these thighs, gonna make you give it up to me all the time. Claim you in your bed before school then make you teach in the group without any panties, watch my cum leak out of you while you talk about Eve’s fall from Eden.” My breath hitched as I wavered on the edge of my climax. “Yeah, you like that, Lia? Thinking of my cum trickling down your thighs, knowing how hard it would make me to look up under one of your skirts as I did the homework you assigned in the group?” So Mrs Williams paired us into grou
AMELIA: Falling For My Best Friend. Chapter Fifty Six.
AMELIA. His hands shifted down my neck, his thumbs at my chin to tip it up gently. “What the fuck happened there, babe? I’m getting’ the hottest damn blowjob I’ve ever got in my life and then my girl freaks. I need to know what I did so I don’t do it again, yeah?” “You didn’t do anything,” I murmured, because I couldn’t stand him thinking it was him who had done something wrong. I was the one who had turned to a class-A slut. “Amelia,” he growled. “You don’t answer me, you won’t like what you get.” My gaze snapped up to him, his threat sparking something inside me. “I didn’t want anything from you. You’re the one who made me do this so don’t be angry with me for acting like, like that.”“What the fuck are you talking about?” “Don’t blame me for acting like a whore!” His face solidified then collapsed as if I’d taken a hammer to it. Swiftly, before I could even squeak, he was lifting me off the floor and into his arms. Automatically, I wrapped my limbs around him to hold on as
AMELIA: Falling For My Best Friend. Chapter Fifty five.
AMELIA. It's been weeks that Dylan touched me and it has been driving me crazy. I wanted him to touch me the way he used to, but he made it clear that if I didn't recover, he wasn't going to. Right now we just finished having dinner, my mother was not around but she knew that Dylan was with me right now. We stood by the sink as we stared at each other. There was too much heat in our body that it felt like we were about to explode. I swallowed drily as he wrapped his fingers around the ridged length trapped against his thigh beneath the unforgiving denim.Slowly, deliberately, he tugged himself upwards so that the swollen purple tip of his cock appeared above the waistband, the head wet with precum that I wanted badly to paint across my panting mouth, lick off with my eager tongue. I licked my lips, lost to the fantasy. My gaze clung to his groin but I knew he watched me, knew his eyes would be bright with desires and longing. He played me perfectly, manipulating me with his beaut
AMELIA: Falling For My Best Friend. Chapter Fifty Four
DYLAN. The scariest part about love is not the vulnerability it demands–its the fact that you could lose them, and there's not a damn thing you can do about it. I've never known fear until I almost lost her. Not like that. Not in a hospital bed, surrounded by the faint beeping of machines that sounded like death knocking than medicine healing. I could still hear the rhythm of it in my sleep– those irritating, godforsaken beeps, cold white lights overheard, the sterile smell of antiseptic that clung to my clothes after I left. I didn't leave much, though. Not really. I camped in that waiting room like my life depended on it. Because in a way, it did. Amelia wasn't just a girl I liked. She was the axis my whole damn universe rotated on. And when she was unconscious, pale barely breathing, my world tilted. Nothing made sense. The jokes weren't funny. Music didn't sound right. Food tastes like ash. The weight of not knowing if she'd wake up crushed me in a slow, unrelenting waves. I
