Friends Gf Novels & Stories

"As adults, there are things that don't need to be taken too seriously," Charlotte said. "If you really want an explanation, let me enlighten you. There's something called 'friends with benefits.' As the name suggests, Mr. Griffith, do you understand its meaning?" "No, I don't understand," Griffith replied.

She added in a defeated tone. The person now had his fingers against his lips. His eyes upturned as if he was smiling at the moment. "Nice to meet you, Harmonica….. Harmony, I am Rhett King. My friends call me King." The name was a bit too fitting. Harmony agreed that his last name resonated with him. Not just his build but just the aloof aura he possessed. Even now that he was being nice, Harmony sensed this indescribable domineering aura around him.

She narrowed her eyes in a daze before she suddenly shook her head hastily. “I have a few friends and colleagues, Dad, and I know anybody can hate me and do that to me. But the only people I’m seeing, for now, are Rose and Cindy, and they can never do that to me,” She said confidently. She trusts her best friends so much, so she would rather stay with them for the time being.

I don’t want to ruin your friendship. [Who said I’m his best friend? If he didn’t bug me so persistently, I wouldn’t even care about him. [Jack is a scumbag. I’ll cut him off right now.] He texted that without any hesitation. I was satisfied. I sent a cute sticker and asked him if he had missed me. [I did.] [Willing to prove it to me?] He then sent me an image. I clicked on the image without preparing myself. I almost dropped my phone.

No side distraction, just school. “ZOEY!” I jumped as I heard that infamous squeal which was my best friend Julie. I didn’t expect her to speak to me after the breakup I wasn’t really close to her after I started dating Orion. I did try to make our friendship work but Orion was jealous. He always wanted me to himself. It was pretty terrible balancing a possessive boyfriend and energetic friend and trust me I did a terrible job. My eyes swept over Julie and I noticed she was wearing her usual artsy style: big denim overalls covered in paint splatters, a white crop top underneath, and platform sneakers that made her almost as tall as me.

"What kind." "The kind that travels." He placed a phone on my desk, screen up. A message thread — names I recognised, men from adjacent circles, the kind of people who kept one foot in legitimate business and one foot in everything else. The kind of people whose conversations I monitored precisely because they were the first place information leaked before it became public. I read it. Three exchanges. Clipped, careful language that said everything in what it didn't say outright. Kingsley's keeping a girl. Confirmed — saw her at the Harrington gala. Young. Nobody knows who she is. Word is she's not there by choice.

Emily’s heart skipped a beat, and she couldn’t help but smile back, feeling the love radiate between them. Emily, born in a small town, had been in this bustling city for three years. She did not have many friends or family in this place; most were back in her hometown and unable to attend. Apart from her colleague and close friend Amber, Emily had no one else by her side. She had worked hard to establish herself here, and the journey had not been easy, but today, standing beside Ethan, she felt that all her struggles were worth it.

I tuck Briar's head under my chin, basking in the peace of having them both with me. "That sucked. I never want to go through that again." I say lowly and Briar huffs out a laugh. "Hell no. Luckily I don't have any more crazy ex's. What about you?" She asks curiously, a tint of jealousy to her tone. "Nope. Nothing from me. You're the only girl in a long time to get the honor of being called my girlfriend." I say smugly and Briar tilts her head back to laugh. "I like soulmate better." She says with a sleepy smile. I kiss her forehead gently, rubbing my cheek against the top of her head.

I spend the New Year at my girlfriend Lucy Greenwood's house. During a game of poker, her whole family keeps helping me win. The more I win, the bigger the smile on her mom Eva Lane's face. I excitedly reveal my hand. "A royal flush! I win!" Eva immediately hands me a stack of cash, beaming. "Wow, Milo, you're really lucky." I assume they like me, which is why they let me win 13 hands in a row. Just then, a quiet voice speaks up. "You still want to keep winning? This game takes lives in exchange for luck… Once you've won enough money, it's time to pay with your life. If you play that card, you'll have to live the rest of your life as Lucy's comatose older brother."

Without thinking twice, the youths decided to stay for the night. The seven characters were university classmates: three girls (let's call them Girl 1, 2, and 3) and four guys (Guy 1, 2, 3, and 4). Girl 1 and Guy 1 were a couple, while the rest were just friends, though there was no shortage of secret crushes among them, making the web of relationships rather tangled.