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Nice to meet you. It took me forever to finally fall asleep as I kept thinking of my bestie and how strained our friendship had become. I found it funny how i’d always believed our friendship was unbreakable and unshakable, only for it to become hugely strained due to a simple misunderstanding. “ He should have trusted me more. ” I fought the tears that threatened to drop, as I thought of what happened. It hurt me to know that my Bestie is currently in the same building as I, yet he feels miles away.

It was as if our relationship wasn't a priority anymore. I was in class resting my head on my desk because I was feeling sober and lonely. I used my pen to write randomly on the back page of my notebook. The thought of Nathan could not escape my mind. Sandra and Precious wasn't as close as they used to be. After that incident at Sandra's house, it was as if their friendship was sinking. They were interacting separately with different peer groups and did not notice I was sad. The class became calm as the maths tutor walked in. I wondered why two boys accompanied him into the class. One was taller and darker. He was putting on a white polo and blue Jean. The other was chubby and average in hei

Even Era is now perking up her ears and wagging her tail contentedly. Clarita listens intently. And then fate struck and I was faced with a second mate. This didn't fit in with our plans for the future, or the vows we'd made to each other. That's what makes it all so painful. And again the tears come, God, this is so hard. "Ariel, if your love was that solid, this will definitely work out. My gut tells me that your mate must be as good a person as you are. Good souls always find each other," my friend tries to comfort me.

She agrees with a gentle smile. "Exactly..." I sigh. "I'm just tired of waiting. It's hard, especially when I see everyone around me paired up," I whisper, blinking, tears stinging my eyes. I don't want to think about my last boyfriend, Eric. He was like me too- mateless, and I thought I would have him with me for a while until last year when he met his mate. In that moment, everything changed. He dumped me in the blink of an eye and disappeared with his new mate, leaving me alone again. I had tried my best to move on from that, but it had done the damage. After all, it wasn't the first time that had happened.

Some of us broke under it, some of us ended our lives because of it. And the worst part? These women had all lived through similar pain. They weren’t strangers to it. But they weren’t like me, either. When Doniel and I were still in the sweet phase of our relationship, I met Charmaine and her fated mate. They were similar to us—mates by choice who had a pup together. Doniel never knew about Zebasthian, and so we never ended up like them. Charmaine was quick to anger, quick to pout if I didn’t follow her advice. Even now, she claimed that if our friendship ended, she would have taken my pup as her own, loved him better than I could. But now that he was gone… would she still use those words as

We had no special relationship anymore, so it was best to stick to protocol. Henry pouted and took a deep breath. “Your Highness…” “Your Highness, are you really going to marry him?” That was completely out of the blue. “Absolutely!” Henry paused. His eyes welled up with tears. He was on the verge of weeping. “But you don’t even like him! You won’t be happy together!” I almost burst out laughing. If it was unhappiness he was worried about, then I had felt the full brunt of it in my past life, where I lost my kingdom, my status, and ultimately my life. That was what true unhappiness looked and felt like.

"Didn't buy it until now. You here to cause trouble in my club, little psycho?" I tilt my head, feigning innocence. "Me? Never. I'm just here to supervise my friends and drink water like a responsible adult." He lets out a deep chuckle. "Yeah. That tracks. You've always been real good at takin' care of everybody else." A heavy beat settles between us, filled with memories from last year. Pain. Love. Healing. Moments between us that mattered—and still do—without needing to be anything more. "How are you, War?" I ask, my eyes searching his face.

As tears filled my eyes, I told her, "You're my best friend." Gisselle's eyes were glistening with tears as she looked at me. Then she reached out and wrapped a tight hug around me. "I know. I'm sorry, too," she whispered. As we held each other in that embrace, I felt a glimmer of hope for our friendship. It was a long road ahead, full of forgiveness and understanding, but I was determined to rebuild what we had lost.

"Junior year of college, when that homewrecker confronted you in person, I fought her for you. I was written up by the school because of it. "And now?" Dylan gritted his teeth and stared straight into my eyes. "Just because I have stayed at your place for a few days, you are losing your temper at me like this. "Max Cairncross, after everything I have done for you, can you honestly say you are not ashamed?" Dylan was right. He had done a lot for me. Otherwise, we would never have become best friends for nearly twenty years. But friendship was mutual. I pushed his hand away and met his gaze, word by word.

Okay, about the last chapter: I was in a hurry and made a mistake. I corrected it right away but the revisions on Goodnovel take a day or two to register. Happy Reading! Third Person POV Ivana dropped her fist and laid on her back beside Svetlana. In a trashed bar with broken tables, shattered glass, and injured limbs they were as peaceful as they were in their crib. That is the kind of relationship they had, a toxic friendship. They had both done considerable harm to the other. Nothing fatal but if they were against any common rank lot, they would've done lasting damages.