David Dobrik Friends Novels & Stories

"I'm not going to stop being your friend." "What?" "I know you're scared. I know you're trying to protect me. But I'm not going to let some psychopath dictate who I can and can't talk to." "Ethan—" "I mean it." He met my eyes. "You're my friend. And I don't abandon my friends." I stared at him. He was good. Kind. Normal. Everything I needed. I called Mason. "Vincent visited Ethan last night," I said. "Left a note. Threatened him."

ELLE Rule number one: Best friends don't keep secrets from each other. Rule number two: Best friends come first before anyone else. Rule number three: Best friends must always have each other’s backs. Rule number four: Best friends must attend important events together. Rule number five: Best friends will not ditch each other for popularity. Rule number six: Your best friend's brother is your brother, not your lover. Rule number seven: Best friends must celebrate birthdays together — always. Rule number eight: You must support your best friend's dreams and ambitions. Rule number nine: No lies - no matter what.

When John Blake, my childhood friend, rushed into my office, I was still organizing the mess of documents on my table. “Yggdra, what on earth are you trying to pull?” I scowled and looked at my childhood friend of more than twenty years and felt frustrated. “What’s gotten you acting like a lunatic again?” Soon, I understood the reason behind his rage. William Lane, my boyfriend, had come in with a crying Claire Stone. Claire was our new assistant.

Even Xander, their wild-card friend, had finally stopped pining after Brielle and started seeing someone new. Allegedly. Still, David couldn’t stand the way Xander Williams hovered near Brielle. Said it was brotherly. Friendly. Harmless. But David had known men like Xander his whole life. Hell, he’d been men like Xander—always lurking, always waiting for the moment a girl like Brielle got vulnerable. And tonight, they were all going to Blackout together—David, Brielle, Talia, Owen… and Xander, who insisted they meet his new girlfriend.

"Try not to fuck it up and end up on the wrong side of us again." Hammer lets out a dry chuckle, though his neck's a little stiffer now. "Wouldn't dream of it." Smart answer. Suddenly, two annoying, familiar voices slice through the crowd. Alyssa's friends. Chelsea's got a toddler balanced on her hip like it's a designer purse, and Ashley's wearing that same look she had when we first met—like every man here is a goddamn steak fresh off the grill. "Oooh," Ashley sing-songs, her eyes landing on me. "If it isn't Mr. Big D himself."

“Cheers.” No sooner had we downed our classes did two guys show up. They split up, the taller one heading in my direction while the shorter one stopped in front of Beth. “Dominic, you need to stop.” She groaned, rolling her eyes in exasperation. “This conversation isn't happening.” My eyes bounced from Beth to the guy standing in front of me. “Beth, you know them?” “Yeah, this is Dominic. He and I used to work together and that's his friend, Adam.”

“Jake, I’m done with the Perez brothers. Elliot kept leading me on for years and calling me crazy. I’m not doing that anymore.” “Well, I hope. But honestly, the older brother, that one, I’m begging you—please stay away.” “Oh, come on. Even Harvey said the same. The guy is good in bed,” I teased, though I meant it. Dylan was a god in bed. “Trust me, even sex doesn’t make up for that, and you know I never trade sex for anything.” Jake sat up. Among the four of us, Jake was the one addicted to sex. “Okay, now you’re being dramatic…” I sat up, “You know I—Dylan?” I was shocked to find him seated on the couch, eyes on us, glaring at Jake like he was about to jump on him.

“What are you doing here? This is a private vacation with my daughter.” Elena’s gaze slid over to Mia, appraising her slowly from head to toe. “And who is this lovely young thing? She looks far too beautiful to be just a ‘family friend.’” Mia lifted her chin, refusing to be intimidated. “Mia Thompson. Lily’s best friend.” “Best friend,” Elena repeated, amusement flickering in her eyes. “How sweet. You must be very… close to the family.” The way she said it made Mia’s skin crawl.

Today is Zuwairah's wedding and she is so happy, many of her friends have been visiting and she can't wait to be called Mrs Rasheed. "Hey! where's Tracy?" One of her friend whose name happens to be Comfort asked. Tracy had been her friend for over eighteen years now, and even though she isn't a Muslim, Zuwairah's family loves her so much. She's also one of her best friend. "That's true, where is she?" Zulaiha chimed in.

the brunette says, acid lacing her voice. “The only good thing about her is her hot brother. Adam. I don't understand how they're related to be honest. You know Adam slept with my sister last year, she said it was better than she imagined. Maybe, I'll try to make it to one of their parties, I hear they host a few a semester." "Ewe, isn't that gross? Sleeping with the same guy your sister slept with?"