Bad End Friends Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Lily raised a brow in confusion and clicked the next inbox. Mama Bear: Damn! What kind of best friend would do such a hideous thing? Ah, if I were in your shoes, I would do more than seduce her brother! She deserves to rot in hell! Ditch her! Ditch her real quick! I support you. Shane's Lover: This is the life of all of us poor peasants, always schemed against when our light overshadows theirs. I'm sorry for what happened to you, those people hating you do not even know half of it. It's good you've broken off the friendship! She'll get punished in some way.

“Now, back to what I want? You see a long time ago, my best friend was the Alpha of a particular pack and everyone loved him. We worked hand in hand, he was too nice, too feeble and I was the strong one yet the people loved him more! It was supposed to be me! Not him! It never should have ended this way and the truth is I am sick of pretending. The people here are nothing more than animals to me, just tools for my needs and if I were to free him I'd lose my prize once more, but a new girl came into the picture, I saw her first. I loved her first. She had witches and vampire ancestry but it was not a problem. But my best friend! My fucking best friend stole her heart, he stole her from me and

Slowly, she leans her head against the unyielding wall, seeking solace in its cold embrace I'm absurd… I'm the worst friend... no… worst human ever. I betrayed my best friend and his emotions, and gave him false hope. A profound sense of regret and self-reproach envelops her, realising how her impulsive actions unknowingly strained the bond with a cherished friend. The revelation of Shane's feelings adds another layer of complexity, leaving her grappling with the uncertainty of what steps to take next. The weight of the unspoken hangs heavily in the air, creating an atmosphere of poignant introspection.

I muttered, slapping my face. “What did I say about talking badly about yourself?” Dante caught my hand before I could slap myself again. “A man harshly turned her down, and in the next minute, I, her best friend, was handfed by the same man, whom I claimed to her that there was nothing going on between us. Right in her face. Stabbing her in the heart would have been far more nice.” I moaned. The terrible feeling that I was a terrible friend rested on my shoulder.

"Yes, because I wasn't sure of myself. But trust me I wanted to introduce you to the few people I know, the omega that serves there, and maybe get us a better booze, I did not expect you to explode when you bumped into that fatty with a joint." No one has expectations of me, I worked fucking hard to keep it that way, so what has changed. She's facing forward with her chin resting on her arms. "He was fucking loaded with weed, Em, count ourselves lucky we got away." I glance down at Wendy; it's impossible not to notice the disappointment in her eyes. "It's normal." She starts. "People from Lafayette have ancestors with such eyes, it's rare but beautiful." As soon as she says it, I slap my han

“Your bad day matters to me, why?” Pippa throws her hands up in the air and turns to face the back of the van. She looks at the boxes that didn’t get ruined in the whole incident. Pippa takes a long, dramatic deep breath. “Other than the fact that I found out my brother and best friend are fucking again and quite literally ran into the same dick from the bar the other night who doesn’t give two shits that he ruined something I worked really hard on in the process? I don’t actually give a damn if my bad day matters to your not.” “Pipp—” I interrupt, wanting to apologize for the part I played in the way her day has gone. I start to reach out to her, but I realize I have icing all over my hands

“Then what is it, Sav? Why won’t you look at me? Why do you keep dodging me like I’m contagious? You're ignoring me.” I turned around, clutching my arms like they could hold me together. “Because best friends don’t see each other naked in that way.” Roman blinked. “Sav…” “Best friends,” I cut in, heart in my throat, “don’t bend each other over in the backseat of a car and have the kind of sex that haunts you for days. The kind that we just had. That’s not friendship. That’s something else. And we… we broke it. We’re screwed, Roman.”

and “Wet For Step Daddy’s Best Friend” THE END!

Was he really that evil that even his best friend feared him. #################

He was still kneeling where I'd left him, staring blankly at the dry piece of bread in his hand. That was the last time we ever crossed paths. The next day, the news broke: Austin had jumped to his death. Many sighed with pity for the man who had once ruled over Bexley City. But I felt nothing. "What are you looking at?" Joel's arms slipped around me from behind, his lips brushing my cheek with familiar warmth. "Nothing," I murmured, switching off my phone. "Just someone who no longer matters." He reached for Amy's hand with a smile. "It's Amy's birthday today. Tonight, let's take her out for a proper celebration."