Aries And Pisces Friendship Novels & Stories

He had never been good at Science and settled for the fact that he never would. Terlace was an incredibly diverse school when it came to species. He and Emett had already befriended Zephyr, who was a Siren. With the wide range of species also came a series of rivalries. It was common knowledge that certain species didn't get on and some hated each other. Psychics and Witches had a rivalry that went back years. It wasn't fully hateful but instead was more competitive fuelled. Caden had come into contact with a few Witches but nothing negative had happened. A few stares and glances but nothing else. It was only natural.

“We need something that links us to your friend. Do you have anything of hers?” A moment of silence ensued as I pondered. Then, of course. The necklace. My fingers instinctively reached for the chain around my neck, the cool metal of the lunar pendant resting against my palm. It was a symbol of our friendship, a promise to always protect and watch over one another. I unclasped it, the loss of its familiar weight against my skin strikingly evident. “Will this work?” I asked, handing it over to Sariah. As soon as she took it, a ripple of energy coursed through the room, stirring the air and heightening the intensity around us. The witches started to chant, their collective voices weaving a tap

Sid spoke with a smirk and she knew that he would go to any extent to repay her insults. "Shall we just leave our family members in this?" Sid asked when he looked at her shocked face. He didnt wants to scare her more. Because the consequences wouldn't be pleasant. "Good girl" he slapped her cheeks slightly and got up to leave the room. ***** "When we were about to part ways, we realised that we can't stay away from each other. You came to me and wanted to be my hippo. And we became friends" ishu was all smiling when the light in that particular wall disappeared and Arjun stood up to see his Ishu. But she didnt come.

When you lost your job and had no money to go home for Christmas, I gave you five thousand dollars without a second thought. "After you got married, I lent you money 220 times." I tapped Dylan's chest with my hand. My voice was hoarse. "Your sacrifices count, but mine do not?" Dylan swallowed and pressed his lips together. After a long while, he said lightly, "Why count so carefully between best friends?" I had nothing to say. He was the one who started counting. But when he realized I had given more than he had, and he could no longer use our old friendship to guilt me, he did not like it anymore.