Frases De Amistad Falsa Novels & Stories

“They are my friends all right. But they are not my best friends,“ she said, grabbing a water bottle and putting it in front of me. “They are all fake. Mummy said I shouldn't be with fake friends.” “How do you know?” I questioned. “I heard them talk behind my back before,” she smiled. “What if I'm fake?” I asked suddenly. Surely she wouldn't be with me then. She thought for a while. “Maybe you will not be my friend,” she hummed. “But you are too pretty to be fake.” It seemed like a harmless thing coming out of her mouth but it made me blush nevertheless.

Jeanne coldly mocked, "Do you think you could hide this, Charlotte? I didn't want to interfere in my brother's love life, but you chose to get right in the line of fire. I asked around at your school, and to my surprise, you led quite the exciting life overseas!" Charlotte's expression worsened by the second, her voice trembling as she struggled to explain, "I-It was all a mistake! I'm being framed!" "You are, hm?" Jeanne snickered. "Then can you explain what's happening in these photos? Those 'friends' of yours from overseas told me how promiscuous you are, and how many men you slept with. What's with the pure and innocent act now?" It was as if the air in the hall froze, Jeanne's words imp

I scoffed underneath my breath and made sure to still wear a smile across my face, hands lightly meeting in a clap as I responded. “Fuck you, you bastard. How many times do I have to ask you to stop calling me that?” He laughed this time and everyone thought it was because of his happiness of getting promoted, but I didn’t miss the mocking traces in those laugh. “I’ll consider listening to you when you finally beat me in something, midget.” He crooned and I faked a cough, stepping closer to him to step on his foot hard. The choked grunt he let out felt like music to my ears.

Amelia retorted, wondering why they both looked so irritated when it was going to be nothing but a lie. "I never disagreed. I only made a face cause as you know, your friend is annoying but asides that, I don't really mind it. It's not like it's real or anything. It's just a lie to protect you guys," Adrian said nonchalantly and Isabel unconsciously let out a frustrated sigh. "Do you not want to Isabel?" Amelia asking, noticing Isabel's sore mood and questioning what could be going on in her head. "It's fine I guess. Like he said, it's just a lie and it shouldn't be that deep. Besides, I doubt I'd be meeting my mate anytime soon, so as long as that isn't happening, we can fake it," Isabel an

I haven't regretted it since then. Nevertheless, I forced a small smile, and admitted honestly, because lying to her felt like breaking something as fragile. “Yes, I do have a real friend,” I said and continued, “a real friend wouldn't leave you because of what you cannot give them and they know you can't. A real friend will help you in times of need, a real friend would be happy when you're happy, and sad when you're sad. A real friend is like your living diary. Who do you think deserves that title?”

As soon as we passed them by, they began to complain. "Wait a minute," a security guard stops us. It was something and robust. Why are security guards always scary? "Make the line," he commanded. -Than? Trisha laughed. "We don't have to stand in line." "Trisha," I nudged her. The guy looked with a face of few friends. —We have a reservation —Verónica handed her three gold tickets. When the guy saw them he relaxed instantly. -It's okay. You can come in and an apology." He stepped aside. The three of us passed by, ignoring the nasty comments made to us by those in line.

“And what’s the difference—girlfriend, boyfriend. Please tell me.” “Boyfriend won’t work either. We’re just friends.” I gave an exasperated sigh. “Semantics. I’m wondering about all kinds of things here. Were your breasts removed for some reason and you wear false ones. Am I losing my mind and I only imagined them? Things like that. A true friend would put me out of my misery.”

“Iz, I juѕt meant . . .” “I dоn’t fuсkіng care whаt you mеаnt, thе truth hаѕ finally come out. I thought you were a frіеnd, I wаѕ obviously wrоng.” Sо wrоng, I соuldn’t believe hе соuld ѕау ѕоmеthіng so сruеl. “Friends don’t dаnglе a person оn a string аnd gіvе them fаlѕе hоре.”

Isla's eyebrows furrowed in feigned confusion, "Bestfriend King? Your bestfriend is a king? Of what kingdom?" Joan and Alistair laughed. "I'm so sorry, I said bestfriend, King" She stressed on the pause, "his name is King." "Aaaaah, I see." Isla pretended to blush in embarrassment, scratching her head, "It just sounded really like, well, you know and I thought...uhm... nevermind. It's just so really...embarrassing. I'm such a ..." "I'll leave you two now and...uhm see you later. You're getting discharged in three days, right? I'll make sure to come visit."

” I scratched her bag and its colour faded. She quickly hid her handbag behind. Her face turned pale. "You people are holding every fake product and belittling others. Having no money is not bad, but having no money and calling others poor is the worst. You think I am poor and cheap when you guys are extremely fake.” I said, her friends turned angry. They exchanged glances. “Lilia, have you called us to humiliate us like this?” Her friend asked Lilia. She shook her head. “Right, Lilia just wanted to insult our stuff. We would never come to your house again. We are leaving now.” Her friends began stepping out one by one.