Friends Novels Novels & Stories

"He won't stop calling, and I just want her to wait for me to arrive so we can decide the next steps together." "Complicated, Clara, she's crazy about him, obeys him, and you know how these things go." "I know." "You know I'm here to help you with whatever you need, don't you?" "Of course, and I love you for that." "Just for that?" "And for a few other things. I need to tell you who I slept with tonight." "You slept with someone tonight?!" The two friends continued their journey to the centre exchanging ideas and confidences."

Sasha continued, desperate for something to say in order to fill up the silence, "I don’t think I've ever met anyone like her… she's the only one I can call a friend." "Ouch" Kaleb said, clutching his chest playfully, "You are saying you don't consider me a friend? Such a hurtful thing to say, doll face. You wound me!" Sasha punched him playfully, "Stop calling me, doll face. And you know what I meant. Besides, it's the truth. We have never been friends… Why do you suddenly care about that now?" He turned to face her fully, and Sasha held her breath. "Change is a part of life, is it not?" he asked, then continued without waiting for her to reply, "In fact, some people say it's constant. We w

Quinn had told me what she said when they left for the party and it pissed me off, so I ignored her back. Very mature. I know. But Quinn had turned out to be a surprise friend. He took me to his Sunday Dungeon night and I actually had a great time. The other guys seemed a little lost on how to handle a woman in their midst, but they did a good job of explaining things to me and I told Quinn I'd go again if he let me. He seemed surprised I had enjoyed it so much, but didn't tell me no. Otherwise our communication had been strictly related to Hank. Quinn never should have given me his number. That was his fatal mistake. I laugh quietly to myself at the thought as I look through our texts from

“That’s to show that the person is also very connected and influential in this country because nobody is willing to talk to my secret agents.” Fiona changed the topic unexpectedly, her facial expression and voice tuning taking a more serious and concerned tune. “Are you serious about this? You are really taking it up? Layla is also very concerned about it and she’s trying to get more information on it as well.” “She’s so pissed that the person or people behind this tries to ruin our friendship, I didn’t know you were also on it. What did I do to deserve friends like you?” Fiona smiled sweetly at me before looking back at the pancakes she was busy slicing up for me, anytime she visit or I com

"I love you, mom." I could hear dad yelling in the background. "I love you, too, dad. Talk to you later." Clicking my phone off, I wandered back to my room upstairs to read a couple of chapters in my latest novel. It didn't seem very long after I got swept up in The Hobbit before my phone was ringing once again. It seems I'm just getting increasingly popular these days. "Hello?" I called out as I put my phone on speaker. A hushed voice whispers over the phone, "Ciprian?"

"Junior year of college, when that homewrecker confronted you in person, I fought her for you. I was written up by the school because of it. "And now?" Dylan gritted his teeth and stared straight into my eyes. "Just because I have stayed at your place for a few days, you are losing your temper at me like this. "Max Cairncross, after everything I have done for you, can you honestly say you are not ashamed?" Dylan was right. He had done a lot for me. Otherwise, we would never have become best friends for nearly twenty years. But friendship was mutual. I pushed his hand away and met his gaze, word by word.

Fiona says sternly, "stop saying 'fuck' and come dance with me." Austin and Fiona are my two closest friends. I've known Austin since third grade and we met Fiona in high school. We've been pretty close since, we are even at the same college, NYU. I thought senior year was going to be pretty laid back but no, it's fucking April and I'm so fucked up in my head. I can't believe I'm letting this get to me. "Forget about her tonight Miles," Fiona smiles as she wraps her arm around mine, "there is a pretty red head over there."

IF women ruled the world, they would be no war, just a bunch of countries not talking to one another. Ashley, as the oldest among her friends had realized that true friends are not the ones that never fight, but the ones that come back together after a fight. When her girlfriends called her, and Nichole said. "Bro." Genevieve said. "Bro." She had to say it as well, they made up.