Friend Or Faux Novels & Stories

As she turns four rogues step into the mouth of the alley, as iI turn I see another four had blocked off the other end, Acre starts laughing "Why are you laughing?" Lanna asks confused "Well because I would say that we are well and truly fucked" "Yes I would say your right, you are most defiantly trapped or as you call it, Fucked" one of the rogues laugh.

"It will be easier for others to believe that we are in a relationship if you do." I raised a brow. "So you just want me to call you Mike to make everyone believe in our fake relationship?" "No." He shook his head slightly. "I want you to call me Mike because you are my friend. I know that we are pretending to be a couple, but we don't need to pretend to be friends. That can be real." Friends? Not a bad idea. "Okay." I smiled and stood to leave. "Now, let's go to the meeting, Jessie." He smiled back.

Irene laughed sarcastically. "There are only a few kinds of friends in this world. Some are acquaintances whom you just nod at, some are loyal friends who would risk their lives for you, and there are others whom you get to know through business deals and transactions. I wonder, Miss Wood, what sort of friend do you fall under?"

There’s no doubt every woman he met is falling for him. “Are you okay? You look pale.” Frenzo commented when he noticed that Shane is barely focusing on their conversation. He was talking about something, but it seems like Shane’s mind is focused on something else. “I’m okay, just too much stress at work,” she flashed a pale smile. She felt something brushing on her legs under the table. She raised a brow in Frenzo. “Trying to tease me?” she playfully asked. Frenzo’s feet wander in her legs, “Why? Am I tempting you?” he asked back,

Leaving personal matters within, I shot back, "You are living your life your way, aren't you? Then why can't I? Stop interfering in my personal life." Damien uttered glaring at me, "Don’t you dare to question my life, Ms. McBride. By any chance, if you are telling me to be loyal to you because you are my fiancee then put a thing in your mind that YOU are my fake fiancee. Fake. And I don’t have the useless wish to interfere in your so-called personal life. But unlike you, I have a reputation that will get hampered if you continue falling into a stranger's arms like last night. I won't like the news about my fiancee stepping out from a stranger's place in the early morning or roaming with some

He moved closer to her over the counter that only a mere bottle separated them. Eye to eye, Reid said, “Then let’s change that.” “Excuse me?” “Lets be friends.” Maria was trying hard not to stare into his eyes, but his words had her doing exactly that. They were not enemies. Frenemies were the better word to describe their rather complicated interactions, and it was nothing close to friendship. “We are friends?” She sputtered. He nodded. “Yet you don’t feel comfortable with me, so let’s actually become friends.”

This is one of the reasons we are friends. Anna isn't the brightest student and much to my dismay or hardworking. I, on the other hand, I'm what you call a typical nerd. So our ideas and behavior contradict each other. I always encourage her to study and she always wants to avoid studying and go out partying. She really tried to influence me into her outgoing ways by forcing me to join her in her adventures but I always bluntly refuse it. Sometimes I wonder how we became friends in the first place but we had instantly clicked when we met at the freshman orientation and been soul sisters or soul friends whatever you would like to name it ever since.

But the next instant, Faith continued," We are bed friends." That caused Adi to look at her with confusion," You mean best friends?" He could live with that, Adi thought. After all, he had been her best friend once and he would take back his place soon. But, Faith had more to add," No Adi, not best friends. Bed friends... As in friends with benefits. Fun buddies. Casual se* partners..."

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."

"Aww, don't be cruel to him for staring. It's not his fault." "Analyn's beauty is blinding because of her Fae powers," Alpha Ambrose smirks. I take a moment to gather myself, the sharp pain in my side temporarily forgotten as I refocus my attention on the conversation. So the woman's name is Analyn. I look at him and ask, "Fae powers? What exactly does that mean?" Alpha Ambrose smiles knowingly, his eyes glimmering with a mix of amusement and wisdom. "The Faeries are a mystical race known for their ethereal beauty, enchantment, and connection to the natural world. Analyn, being a descendant of the Fae, possesses these extraordinary powers."