Between Friends Novel Novels & Stories

We are old friends. - owner? A man? - Yes, I'm bisexual. Does it displease you? - Noooo. - she says immediately. – I have nothing against it, by the opposite. Some time ago, before I arrived here, I found a book that some human had forgotten or lost. It was about two friends who became lovers. Two men. – she blushes – there were very interesting scenes. – She says remembering the book “My Best friend & I” by the writer A.P. Morgan.

I can not get what I want, I can not like others who in an instant can get many readers. On this path that is not bright enough, I think I would like to go to the world of my novel. I want to enjoy my life, and be able to chat with a good vampire king. Yes, I created the main character in a novel and then made him a friend in my life. Yes, this is my life. I do not have many friends, even the word 'friend' as very heavy in my life.

They often went to school without taking a shower, wearing the same clothes every other day, and ruin our school properties. Those bad boys... Their different from Tyler Smith’s group, our classmate since middle school. And yep, believe me, he’s the type of bad boy that you often read on different love stories. But I swear, I’ll never fall in love with that guy. His eyes were like the vampires. It does nothing but glare at people. Nathan is the only friend I have. And I’m the only friend that he have, as well. Basically, we’ve known each other ever since we were a kid because of our parents. After a week from now, our summer break will be ended and classes will start to begin again.

“A month.” I paused, my fork halfway to my mouth. “A month.” “Or two.” She shrugged, chasing a piece of egg around her plate. “Who knows? Depends on when my dad stops being an insufferable tyrant about the merger.” “Dorrington,” I said, my tone a warning. “What?” She blinked up at me, all wide-eyed innocence. “You’re not going to make your best friend, who just had a traumatic family blowout, go find a hotel, are you? I have nowhere else to go.”

Lucy brushed herself off, linked her arm through Emma’s and gestured to Nicola and Alex as they began to walk. __________________ James and his friends spent their Saturday evening together, seated on the swings in the park behind the local pub, engaging in conversation after sharing a drink. Richard and James were new to the village, while Henry and Robert were lifelong locals. Upon arrival, James arrived visibly injured, though he chose not to disclose the circumstances, and his buddies respectfully refrained from inquiring further. They accepted him for who he was, understanding that he would share his story as time passed if he felt comfortable doing so.

When they reached the kitchen, Lily finally let go of her hand and threw open the pantry door with dramatic flair. “Guess what I still keep stocked just for you?” she announced, her eyes sparkling. She pulled out a bright red bag of kettle-cooked salt and vinegar chips. Maya’s jaw dropped. Then she let out a shaky laugh that turned into a sound halfway between a giggle and a sob. Her hand flew up to her chest as she felt tears sting her eyes. “Lily… you didn’t have to…” she whispered, her voice trembling. Lily stepped forward, serious now, and hugged her again. “Of course I did,” she said firmly. “I missed my best friend. You’re the only person in the world who would finish these with me wit

I wish I could slip out of here but the annoying pixie by the door is blocking me in. "Why can't we just be friends again?" Izzy asks sadly and Briar lets out a heavy sigh. "We were never friends, Izzy. That wasn't what real friendship is." She says firmly and my heart soars when she looks over at me, warmth in her eyes. Pride fills my body and I naturally gravitate towards her. I stand behind her, soaking up her closeness and letting her know I'm here if she needs me. Izzy watches our interaction before she turns on her heel and leaves us alone.

He narrowed his eyes slightly. “You okay?” he asked. I nodded, slipping my hand from his. He frowned a little but didn’t say anything. “I’m fine. You should go find Aaron. I’m sure some of your friends are around.” “I don’t have any friends,” he muttered. I huffed, patting his shoulder. “You do, Voss. Aaron’s your friend.” He pressed his lips together like that didn’t sit well with him. I chuckled. “Just go,” I muttered, and he tilted his head before walking off.

Sky replies, smirking. “Yeah, even I heard about that. Selena told me Stella was pissed because you called Zoe a troublemaker,” I add with a smug smile. For the first time, I’m having a long conversation with both of these guys and actually enjoying it. I’ve never really had time to make friends. Except for Denver, I’ve had no one. And now, here I am—laughing with Alex and Sky, teasing each other about our girls. It feels like we’ve known each other forever… It feels good. Easy.

Mira, Dyah, Sari, my college friends, and many others that I will always remember. I decided to write a novel from the story of my life's journey, one by one chapter I made, there was my old laptop as my friend writing the story. Alhamdulillah, I can be a lonely and bored friend, and most importantly I can still use it to write poetry, novels or whatever it is my writing hobby. Even though it was years ago or decades ago, hopefully someday we will meet again. For me friends or friends are like brothers, friends to the end, friends to heaven, friends to share joys and sorrows and always pray for one another.