Dom David Dobrik Friend Novels & Stories

“Just do me this one favor. Distract her. I’ll owe you forever.” “Fine,” I sighed, knowing I don't want to ruin my best friend's chances of finding love. He clapped me on the shoulder like I’d just agreed to defuse a bomb instead of talk to a girl. “You’re the man. Seriously.” “Yeah, yeah,” I muttered as we walked back to the booth. We slid into the seats—Mia and Luca on one side, me and Sarah on the other. Like a double-date hostage situation. Sarah had put her phone down now and immediately angled her whole body toward me.

I didn’t know how Duncan would look at me now, knowing I wasn’t some random maid, but his daughter’s best friend. “It’s fine if he doesn’t want to do anything about it,” I said softly, barely above a whisper. Duncan turned slowly at the sound of my voice. Our eyes met. For a second, he froze. Then his jaw tightened, and he rose from the chair like he’d been struck. “Is this… your friend?” he asked, voice rough, almost unsteady. Alice blinked, confused. “Have you met her before?” Duncan dragged a hand through his hair, looking like he’d just realized something catastrophic. “What was the problem you mentioned earlier?” he asked, authority snapping back into his tone.

I said in one breath. "He's coming towards us! it's definitely not just a hi..." She paused for a few seconds. "You know, people tend to leave their lame friends after fame..." She muttered. "What the heck, Paige, you call this fame?" Realizing my tone was a little harsh, I cleared my throat and started again. "This isn't fame, Paige. We're friends, friends stick together no matter what and I plan to stick with you for as long as you let me." I said softly. Knowing she needed to hear that. It was obvious she didn't have any other friend here. To bad for the students, they missed the opportunity to have her as their friend.

Bradley Fry, my CEO husband, loves bringing his friends home for meals the most. He claims that this makes them feel like an actual family. As they drink in the feast I've whipped up for everyone, one of Bradley's friends comments smilingly, "I knew that you were a virtuous one, Emily! Now this is how the legitimate wife should act!" My expression doesn't falter as I ask in a half-joking manner, "Oh? Does Bradley have a spoiled and pampered mistress by his side, then?" His friends are stunned by my question. A trace of panic crosses their eyes simultaneously. But Bradley just wraps an arm around my shoulders with a smile. "Don't listen to their nonsense, Emily. Who else is worthy as my

♧Adrian♧ I kept a close eye on Astrid from across the room, even as I exchanged pleasantries with some of the important dignitaries. My attention was split—part of me focused on her, the other on the man I was avoiding. My father. Instead, I ran into Drake Herman, his long-time friend. Drake raised a brow at me, adjusting the glasses perched on his nose. “Well, look who we have here—Adrian,” he said with a small smirk.

That was barely a dent to my savings but it was the most I had ever spent on myself. Just as I was about to pay with my card, an email came in. It was another private one, and as soon as I saw it, my heart skipped a beat. It was from Bridget. “I hope you’re happy, you whore. I thought you were my friend, but you were nothing but a snake, a gold digger and a slut. Because of you, I was fired from my internship and my father is pressing charges against me. Thankfully, I hired the best lawyers and I'm going to make sure you leave him and rot in jail. You are disgusting and we are no longer friends.”

Ultimately, the reason Damian was able to pursue his career in the entertainment industry so carefreely and fearlessly was that he had an older brother holding up the fort. Joseph had a wide social network. For example, he'd gone drinking with Jimmy once and ended up getting into a fistfight with him. Afterward, they'd buried the hatchet with a smile and became good friends. That wasn't all. He was also on excellent terms with Tobey. They frequently worked together and even bet on basketball matches together. However, his closest friend was still Edward. The primary reason was that Joseph used to get bullied because of his pale and youthful appearance. At the time, Edward had just been adopt

Mia If I were asked why I'm here, my reply is to fulfill a promise, so welcome to my diary. I am Mia, a nerd and that quiet girl who doesn't even exist or get noticed. However, I have a friend, Nicole who has a crush that doesn't know she even exist either and currently she's going for a heart surgery but have refused. Why? That's because she wants this crush to be hers at all cost. I had to make a promise that I watch over him for her, stalk him, learn everything about him while she gets her surgery done in America.

But I wouldn't blame her, I'd drain every little strength she had left and made sure she came five times last night. Then my phone rang. I groaned, reaching for it before the sound woke her. Dax's name flashed across the screen. I answered quietly. “What?” “Bro!” Dax’s voice echoed through the phone. “You're trending online right now.” I wince. “Can you not scream? You’re going to wake my fiancée up.” He paused. “Fiancée? I like the sound of that.” He laughed. “Man, your video is everywhere! Everyone’s reposting it.”

Finally. "But..." Ethan hesitated. Alexander's expression darkened. "What is it?" "He wasn't alone." "Who was with him?" Ethan put a picture on the coffee table. It was picked up by Aurora. Her breath caught. A face was familiar to next to Daniel Brooks. Marcus Hale. NYC's richest businessman. Alexander's Number Two in the business world. Richard looked at the picture in amazement. "No..." Alexander squeezed his eyes shut. This is how it began, "I guess.