Fake Friends Vs True Friends Novels & Stories

I looked at her and she seemed to have understood what I was saying. " I can't even look at them in the eyes and can't avoid them either. Whenever we meet he seems to avoid me which hurts me as well as him. Our relationship is getting affected. So my best friend suggested to me that I should introduce someone as my girlfriend to them. It would calm him and he would be assured that I am not interested in his wife. So can you please pretend to be my girlfriend in front of my friends? " She was about to say something when her phone started ringing. She looked at her screen. Prachi was calling her. Her eyes started shining when she saw her name. She picked up the phone.

Amanda’s friends snickered and laughed, further fueling her ego. Alison clenched her fists, a burning desire to confront Amanda rising within her. However, before she could react, Ella stepped forward, her voice unwavering. “Amanda, we choose our friends based on who they are, not their bank accounts. We value qualities like kindness, loyalty, and respect, which seem to be in short supply here.” Ethan nodded in agreement, adding, “Our friendships are built on trust and shared experiences, not superficiality.” Amanda’s smirk began to falter, she was not the one to give up so easily. After all, how can she lose to nobodies like Alison?

Andrew could not help but burst into laughter at Wesley's expression. "Stopped that right now," Andrew laughed feeling amused. "I can bet all your women will flee if they see this expression or look from you," he mocked but Wesley did not look like he cared. Not many know or have seen how good of a brotherly relationship between Wesley and Andrew is which is entirely different from the boss-to-assistant relationship everyone else sees. The humour they share is so sweet and contagious that anyone who gets to see a glimpse of their brotherly relationship would surely smile. In the end, Wesley could not help but chuckle as Andrew went on laughing and mocking him.

We don't want to see them because we considered them as our number one enemy, or worst, our nightmare. But then, you know? There's a lot of people like them that we should love. Why? Because our day or even our life will not be meaningful without them. They were the ones who taught us to be tough. To be strong. That even they are such pain in the eye, they were still the ones who help us to relieve pain and helps us to fight. Cherish them. Even they are annoying, they're still the ones who make us happy every day. Yes, they will ruin our day. But if they are gone, our day will not be complete. Real friends are frank. They tell the truth without being rash. They tell the truth without asking

Maybe it was because she had found friendship in her. Inara came to mind. Well, she missed Inara, but Pat was the one she had now. Pat was close by, not far like Inara. And Pat was wise and would help her escape Michael at the right time. Life was starting to look great on her side. Comments from her friends started hitting her pictures. They were full of admiration. Then she frowned, her face contorting with anger as she saw Inara’s comment. It read-HMN, TRUE FRIENDS CAN NOT BE REPLACED IN A MATTER OF DAYS. THERE WILL ALWAYS BE A HUGE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN A FRIEND AND A TRUE FRIEND!

I was sitting alone at the empty dining table when my phone buzzed. It was an anonymous text. No name, just a picture and a message. The picture was of Albert’s hand, a hand I knew better than my own. But the laurel wreath tattoo symbolizing our mate bond had been altered—a tiny letter ‘M’ was now etched into the design. The message read: All I had to do was ask, and he let me leave my mark on him. Another message came through. So what if the ceremony is fake? He told me that in his heart, I’m his chosen one.

… After I got home, I opened my phone and saw that the video had indeed blown up. It was thanks to the money Matt threw around. Otherwise, it wouldn’t have gone viral so fast. There were many comments telling me she was the heiress Wren Smith, and that I had been deceived and should get my money back. Some even messaged me directly, telling me not to be afraid. This wasn’t my fault, after all. [Dude, gather your evidence. If she dared to lie to you, you can fight back!] I was genuinely grateful to these people, but I couldn’t just say thank you.

"You should take Dad's reputation into consideration, Mom. His subordinates are still around." Mom scoffed as she looked at the crowd of people behind us. "I suppose I can keep myself in check for Matthew's sake." Dad breathed a sigh of relief before shooting a grateful look at me. The three of us conversed with each other while ignoring everyone around us, leaving the Morenos and the outlaws stunned as they watched us. Frank was the first one to snap back to his senses. "You faked your own death, Matthew?" he demanded. "Did you do it so that the other Morenos would drop by our home to demand money from us?"

How could I say that without sounding rude? “You know…” it felt awfully heavier than I’d expected. My jaw tightened when I tried to force it out. “What you did… three years ago—‘’ “— Are you being for real, right now?” She tilted her head to the side, scoffing and biting down on her lower lip. “Anyway, it’s fine. I can’t force you if you don’t want to. After all, we’re enemies.” Yes, enemies. Rivals. Business competitors.

Sometimes I meet someone nice who I can just talk with and who shares a lot of my hobbies, like the guy I went hiking with last month, Carig Williams. I’ve made similar friends over the last couple of years who I like to keep in contact with. However, the Kendra they know isn’t the real me, at least not the complete me. And it’s sad to say that even my two best friends, Grace and Ty don’t even know the real me. Because if they did, they’d definitely hate me.