Friends Written Novels & Stories

I bite my lip and try to think of the perfect mate. "She is special if she puts up with you". Brian laughs and Liam joins him. My best friends are so immature. Smiling in satisfaction I lay my head back and think of my mate.

He exhaled through his nose, his hands curling into fists. "Please tell me," he said again. "I know you don’t trust me. Maybe you don’t even like me enough to want my help. But I want to protect my friends. That includes you, too." Friends. The word made something in my chest ache. Is that what we were? It felt like the wrong word, like it didn’t fit what we were—what we’d done. Friends didn’t kiss like we did. They didn’t touch each other the way we had. They didn’t look at each other like this.

*RAMADAN MUBARAK TO ALL *sorry for the late update hope you will enjoy 👍. Sara p.o.v After everything that has been going on, Saleena and I became busy with school work, I was even thinking about how our friendship became so strong. For me it's the best thing that had ever happen to me. I have always been an introvert ever since in middle school but now life was finally granting me wishes. And I don't know how Simran thinks but all hope for is this friendship to always be forever. Or as I think it might not be.

Freya spat, “You still have the cheek to celebrate for him? You stood with Sarah in the previous lawsuit. Didn’t you want Sarah to win? Now that you’ve been abandoned, you come running back to your brother. I’ve never seen such a shameless person like you.” Rodney’s face burned from the criticism. “Freya, why are you so sharp-tongued?” “Sorry, this isn’t called having a sharp tongue. I’m just telling the truth.” Freya retorted. “Do you know what a friend means? It’s like Cathy and me. We never give up on each other, and we respect each other’s likes and support each other’s decisions. Acting however you want and insisting on things being done your way is just called selfishness.”

“You two seem to have a lot in common. You close friends?” Bias fixed him with an appraising stare then said, “Why don’t you just come out and ask if we ever dated?” “Fair enough. Did you ever date?” “We did . . . sort of. It was an on-again-off-again sort of thing, never anything too serious. For a while, last year, we were FWB.” “FWB?” “Friends with benefits.” “Oh, I see. So, how long . . . I mean, when did that . . . stop?”

Spencer replied. "I don't have much friends, hopefully this is one alliance I won't regret." "Well then first lesson as your friend. Alfredo friendships ain't alliances, Alliances are formed because both parties may benefit but friendships are formed out of genuine love and care for the other person even if it is not mutual." Spencer said giving him a genuine smile.

Matthew added, clenching his jaw and unclenching it at the same time. “But you know what?” He said as he ran his fingers through his hair, darting his eyes from Elena and looking at her again. “I’m tired of all of these. Just ask yourself, you claim I’m just a friend to you, and yet you can’t walk with any other person. You don’t want to see me with other people. Is that just it?” “Matt..” “I’m just a friend right? That guy that you can have a night stand with and push to another person. That you can have sex with anytime right?”

, she chirped and I was even more amazed. "Friends with benefits?" I asked, shock evident on my face and Chelsea pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration. "Yes, Lia. Friends with benefits. You know when two people decide to stay together just for pleasure while being friends. No feelings involved, just sex and friendly advices", she explained like she was talking to a baby and I rolled my eyes.

"No, she was a social worker." "What a beautiful profession." "Yeah, she was a truly beautiful person. Can I visit your clinic, Patricia, someday?" "But of course! It's always a pleasure when the clinic receives visitors and, as we call them, friends of AA." "What is that, AA friends?" "It's when people who go to meetings and are not dependent get involved with alcoholics, but they are not one. Many family members get involved in the struggle of their loved one and dependent, friends, relatives, and are called friends of AA."

He said the word like it tasted weird in his mouth. “Yes, friends. You do know the term, right? Friend /frɛnd/: noun. Plural—friends. Meaning: someone who doesn’t look at you like you’ve offended their entire bloodline.” That earned a quiet laugh. “Smartass.” I grinned. “Yes, friends, Aaron.” First time I’d said his name to his face without flinching. Huh. “Fine,” he said, nodding. “Friends.” I held out my hand. “Shake on it.”