Dares To Give Friends Novels & Stories

I didn't want to be stuck in a place where finding respect was too hard. "Please don't be mad at him. We have a corny way of joking. A lot of people have unfriended us because of this." It was hard for me to think that Darcus had friends that were not for benefits sake. "What do you take me for? A philanderer that cannot control himself? Of course you know that I am more than that right?" Darcus asked his friend who didn't catch a signal immediately. Instead I was waiting for more.

I reached an answer easily, "Do you want to be friends with me, Jasper?" "Friends?" "Let's be friends. In friendships, there's no such thing as becoming indebted to each other after helping each other out. This time, you were lucky that I was able to lend you a helping hand, but later on, I may end up asking for your assistance. Then, at that time, you can just help me. Friend's don't quibble over such stuff. I don't have to ask you for anything. Do you not like it?" I thought establishing a connection wasn't a bad idea. Jasper was a promising young man. It'd be good to have him on my side if I ever needed it in the future.

She hands the book back to me and I smile at her. “Okay. This might sound weird, but like, do you want to be friends? Everyone else that I have met here are, um, how to put this nicely?” She puts a finger to her chin in thought. “Douche bags. Everyone I have met has either been a d-bag, a bitch, or sleaze.” I'm a little shocked at her words. Then suspicious. She approached me and asked to be my friend? I'm definitely getting freshman year flashbacks. “Um, is this a joke? Were you dared to ask me to be friends?”

"Aden you are living a lonesome life. You are only surrounded by business associates and subordinates. Are you too busy to make good friends? " Not really, I am too busy to keep friends and also I don't want the problems that come with it" "Huh. Ok can you give me three names of the people you trust most in your life" "Mr Anderson, Lucian and Madam Charity" "Asides from them, are there any others you can point out as good friends? Those business associates are only here with you because of the benefits or gain of doing business you do" "I know I need friends but as the Alpha of Kenvy I am scared of keeping such friends. I am scared of being betrayed."

Two hours later, the three friends were lying on the mattresses on the floor, the living room lights off, the vast house empty, and Dalia felt an enormous weariness, but told them: "I love you guys, thank you so much for being with me at this moment. Having you as friends, having you here, makes all the difference to me." "We're the crazy trio, the oldest in this condominium, a millionaire, a housekeeper, and a driver, the three lying in a dark room, in pain even in our ass hair. Sorry for the curse word, girls." Dalia's laughter was so loud that her friends thought it had hurt her throat, but they joined her in laughter until their stomachs hurt.

Sarah shrugged before adding resentfully “I never had any friends. You don’t miss what you don’t have.” “Aawww…..” Dana extended her hands to give Sarah a bear hug “You have us now.”

I wasn’t someone who feared easily, possessing an intrepid, unyielding personality that, at times, could be considered foolhardy, if I was being honest with myself. But this man... He closed his eyes, inhaled slowly, then exhaled. "Just one thing," he voiced in a quiet tone. "Only to be your friend." That answer was unexpected and...disappointing? "Is that too much for you to give, Dalia? Is my answer time-saving enough?" he asked, tilting his head to the side. Feeling awful, my eyes dropped to my drink on the table. Maybe he was really just trying to be kind. Maybe. "No. That's fine. We can be friends."

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She added, smiling. "Aww, thank you so much. And I'm sorry I'm seeming a burden" Dale's eyes relaxed. "No...no you aren't, come on don't say that. You're my friend and friends fend for each other right?" Zoe placed one hand on her shoulder. "Right." Dale digested the fact with a nod. Friends fend for friends. She kept on repeating the four words within her. "Thanks," she appreciated.

She was actually doing it—staking her claim on the world, pushing forward no matter what anyone thought. And me? Sitting here in my glass tower, still hearing her voice from the café. Be friends with me first. Friends. I wasn’t sure what that meant. Not really. But I knew I wanted to be part of her victories. Even the small ones. Especially the small ones. So what did friends do when someone achieved something? Congratulate them. But how? Words? Too hollow. A text? Too impersonal. A gift? Maybe… but what? I frowned, leaning back. Then it hit me.