Bad End Friends Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"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.”

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."

“But I didn’t touch you. Sierra stepped in before I could do anything.” “But you would have if she hadn’t stepped in time.” “It’s…” I sighed. “Diane, I tried to be a good person to you. A big brother, someone who cared for you. I thought you weren’t that bad, and you’d get over all of this eventually, but it seems you never would. You are too far gone, and there is no need to keep this up. Our friendship ends here. Everything we’ve shared ends here. I don’t want to talk to you about some fantasy of yours that would never come true.”

I burst out laughing. She grabbed my arm dramatically. “How did you meet him?!” I hesitated slightly, knowing exactly where this was going. “He’s… Silas’s best friend.” Ava froze. Her eyes widened slowly. Then she leaned back, dragging her hands down her face. “Girl…” I winced. “Don’t.” “Girl… so you spinning the block now??” Ben coughed loudly to hide a laugh. I groaned, covering my face. “It’s not like that.”

Wow, and she promised that she wouldn't get mad. I couldn't even fathom that our friendship ended like that. I was stressed enough on how I could handle my dark emotions from all the happenings around me. My parents wanted me to settle my grades once and for all until graduation, Tiana was gone and Bailey was down for like centuries until now. Arisa and Quinn were still adjusting to their relationship because actually, they fought just recently about the big word 'trust'. Though I was glad that they already made up in the middle of Bailey's I-don't-give-a-fuck,-I'm-miserable attitude, it seemed that there was still more in store for them in the future. Damn, I was so downright single. Not to

"You guys didn't talk for two entire years. Atasha goes to Singapore, Khali buries herself in work, and neither of you will tell us why you stopped hanging out. Now you're back in the same room and you're acting like strangers who met at a networking event. What the hell actually happened between you two?" Mark stopped chewing. The background noise of the restaurant seemed to fade away, leaving only the sound of my own erratic heartbeat. I panicked. I couldn't let Bea dig any deeper. If she found out that the reason we drifted apart was that I had used my best friend as an emotional rebound, and that my best friend had turned out to be the most devastatingly addictive thing I'd ever experien

"Or I’ll drain your beating heart. Do you understand me?" I felt a cold shiver run down my spine, but I didn’t flinch. I wasn’t scared of her. Not anymore. I squared my shoulders and met her gaze with as much defiance as I could muster. "Do it then," I snapped. "I have nothing left to lose. My best friend is dead, my other one hates me, and my family has disowned me. I have nothing to live for. So fucking do it." For a moment, I saw a flash of hunger in her eyes, her gaze flickering to my neck. And for a moment, I thought she might actually go through with it. But then, just as quickly, she turned away.

he seethes, and a chill snakes down my spine as he takes a step toward me. “Y-yeah,” I stammer, tucking my arms behind my back and lacing my fingers together to stop them from trembling. “I thought we’d–I thought we'd be friends forever. That one day our kids would play together like we used to do, and our mates would be friends and we–we could all live together and be happy–” “That is my worst fucking nightmare.” I blink at the coldness in his tone. “Evander?” He takes another step, his chest heaving with each breath. “You and I can never be friends. We can’t have that life you’ve cooked up where it’s all rainbows and butterflies and family fucking dinners–”