Friends Novels & Stories

she said and my voice clamped with hurt. " Fred Played a fast one on me , we're finally married " I said and she fell silent. " Anna are you hearing me ? I asked and she squiled. " Awwwwwwwwn this sounds like a scene from a bad boy Romance " she said and I groaned in frustration. " Are you my friend or his " I asked . " I'm friends with the both of you ,how's Red ?she asked curiously. " He's fine , he got so attached to these people Anna he even has a nickname for everyone of them " I complained and she laughed.

I wish I could slip out of here but the annoying pixie by the door is blocking me in. "Why can't we just be friends again?" Izzy asks sadly and Briar lets out a heavy sigh. "We were never friends, Izzy. That wasn't what real friendship is." She says firmly and my heart soars when she looks over at me, warmth in her eyes. Pride fills my body and I naturally gravitate towards her. I stand behind her, soaking up her closeness and letting her know I'm here if she needs me. Izzy watches our interaction before she turns on her heel and leaves us alone.

I stood at the back of the hall, caught in the delicate balance between presence and absence, a living statue carved from the weariness of the weeks past. On my right, Jake's familiar warmth provided a comforting anchor. On my left, Rykor's quiet presence was a testament to solidarity. Yet, it was the empty space where Lily should be that tugged at the edges of my consciousness—a reminder of friendship's fragile, irreplaceable bonds left unfulfilled.

Тургенев, Рудин. КНИ́ГА, -и, ж. 1. Произведение печати (в старину — также рукопись) в виде сброшюрованных, переплетенных вместе листов с каким-л. текстом. Книга большого формата. Толстая книга. Раскрыть книгу. □ [Аночке] предложили посмотреть книгу с картинками. Федин, Первые радости. || Сочинение, произведение более или менее значительного объема, напечатанное отдельным изданием или предназначенное для него. Интересная книга. Написать книгу. □ Наталья должна была каждое утро читать исторические книги, путеш ествия и другие назидательные сочинения. Тургенев, Рудин.

he shouted, lunging again before the security men restrained him. “Vince—stop!” I cried, grabbing his arm. But his eyes were wild. “After everything, everything I did for you!” he yelled. Justin coughed, struggling against his restraints. “It’s not what it looks like!” he pleaded. “This is a setup, I would never do that to you! We've been best friends from college.” Boris laughed again. A slow, humorless sound. “Your best friend,” he said, shaking his head slightly. “And this is how you repay him?”

BOOK 1: BREAKING MY BEST FRIEND'S GIRLFRIEND Hurst’s POV I wanted to fuck my best friend's girlfriend. Crazy thing to admit out loud. Even crazier to keep thinking about it. Damian and I had been inseperable since the summer he got accepted into college. I still remember his mom dropping him off, and the way I couldn't tear my eyes off her cleavage until he introduced himself. “Damian Morales.” “Eli Hurst.” We shared everything back then. Food, clothes, sometimes even things that should've raised eyebrows.

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Lush’s POV I sat at the long dinner table in my stepdad's big house. The party was full of rich people laughing and clinking glasses. But my eyes kept going to him. Alexander Voss. My stepdad's best friend. He was a billionaire who ran huge companies. He had this bossy way about him that made my body react. His jaw was strong, his eyes blue and sharp. He yelled at the waiters to hurry up, and it made me think of him holding me down, telling me what to do.

"So, what do you like to do?" "I work for Vinny." "No dad, for fun, you know?" "I'm in the gym every day, work when there's work, and hang out at the beach." My answer was clearly not acceptable. "You got a girlfriend? Maybe a FWB?" "FWB?" I knew, I was just stirring the pot. "Are you really that out of it? Friend with benefits. You know, a fuck buddy." I put my glass down and did my best to level a piercing stare.

The house smelled like roasted garlic, butter, and Chicken soup. His hands brushed mine when he passed me the napkins, and I felt the smile sneak onto my lips before I could stop it. I sat beside Lucian. Cassian sat across from us. The silence was not uncomfortable… but charged. Lucian’s eyes moved between the two of us slowly. He picked up his fork, then paused. “What’s this?” he asked. “You’re both smiling like idiots.” I blinked, caught off guard. “I… I didn’t realize I was smiling.”