Friend Or Faux Novels & Stories

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.

Frederick suddenly suggested. "Real friendships are few and far in between. Those whom you associate with regularly tend to become bad people. On the other hand, those whom you rarely interact with would be the ones who were always there for you. Sometimes a friend can be scarier than an enemy. I would rather have a few true friends than a lot of meaningless friends," Stella retorted. Frederick nodded. "You're right. You already have me." "Ha." Stella let out a laugh and looked out of the window.

, Anna said with a smile, they left us alone, they want to stay out of this, I wish I can run away from this like they just did. "I don't know why you're sure that friendship isn't real, but friendship is a friend who stays with you and wipe your tears, the friend is this person you know that you can trust, a friend would lie to you just to not hurt you, he'll support you and say good things ", I said remembering the time I tried to cook for my friends ,so I made pancakes, it didn't taste like pancakes at all, I still remember how it tasted, it tasted like feet. But my friends said it was delicious. Jason said he has never eat something like that before, while a tear found her way out of his

It was as if they had surrendered their own thoughts and opinions, trading them in for the fleeting validation of being part of something seemingly exclusive and glamorous. I don’t want to ever become like that. I would rather have no friends than have fake friends in my life. True friendship is about so much more than superficial appearances—it is about honesty, loyalty, and genuine human connection. And it is worth far more than the fleeting adoration of a crowd. I will never confuse my fans for reals friends. Ah, the perils of social media fame. Across all my social media accounts—Instagram, F******k, and TikTok—I have a whopping 635 million followers. I could practically start my own cou

“Let me see.” There it was: Welcome Dinner: Couples expected to demonstrate a shared moment of affection — kiss, story, or dance. I grinned. “Well, guess we better make out then.” She whipped her head around. “We are not actually—” “We are,” I cut in. “I mean, if we don’t want to get eliminated before dessert.” “You really think people care that much?” she asked, narrowing her eyes. “Babe,” I said, deliberately emphasizing the fake pet name, “we’re surrounded by couples who probably have matching tattoos and soul contracts. If we show up acting like awkward roommates, we’re toast.”

“Look at you, princess. Didn’t think you’d actually show up.” I forced a smile, smoothing my black mini dress down my thighs. “Yeah, well. Gotta commit to the act, right?” Rowan was next, tossing a red solo cup to me. “Fake girlfriend duties, huh? Drink up. You look like you need it.” I caught the cup but didn’t drink. My fingers shook too much to even bring it to my lips. Casper just watched from across the room, eyes narrowed like he was studying me for some pop quiz. Emrys offered me a soft nod, his curls bouncing slightly when he turned.

I spent years loving Cole Lannister, my best friend and the hockey star who never saw me as anything more than a girl who would always be there. Until he slept with my female best friend and turned my confession into the biggest joke on campus. Homeless, humiliated, and desperate to prove I could live without him, I made a deal with the one man Cole hated most: his cousin, Hakeem Lannister, the rival hockey captain who offered me a free apartment in exchange for pretending to be his girlfriend. Making Cole jealous was supposed to be easy. Falling for Hakeem wasn't part of the plan.Because the more I pretended to be his, the harder it became to remember I wasn't. And when both cousin

Fairuza said, sipping her wine lazily. “You look remarkably calm for a she-wolf talking about her mate and another woman,” Zoriana countered. Now it was Fairuza’s turn to choke on her wine. Her eyes widened, and then she burst into a fit of laughter. “Seriously? All this time you thought Tristan was my mate?” she asked, still giggling. “Is he not?” Zoriana cocked her head, totally confused. “I love him, it’s true, but more like an older brother. He’s my friend, my biggest support—but he is not my mate,” Fairuza replied.

“Leonie is just a friend and she will always be my friend unless she says otherwise.” “Otherwise?” Was he talking about relationships here? “Like unfriend me to become my enemy,” he answered casually. “Is there another antonym for friendship?” Again, I could see that he was telling the truth. But why is it so hard for me to accept it? “So you are not expecting more than friendship?” I pressed. “More, as what? A family member? Or a cousin?” “As a girlfriend.” He frowned slightly. “No.” The answer was immediate. Too immediate.

"Truthfully? I think it's farcical and demeaning to everything we've built together. You've become an invaluable partner and friend. This whole fake relationship feels like a violation of the trust between us." I twisted my hands anxiously on the tabletop. "But I can't deny the potential consequences if we let this circus play out unchecked. So, I'm asking..." I took a deep breath. "Will you consider being my fake boyfriend, at least temporarily?" I finally broke eye contact, hoping against hope he'd agree to indulge this ludicrous notion. Chris was silent for a long moment before exhaling heavily. "You know I'd never jeopardize our work or your well-being, right?" His voice had taken on tha