Friends Written Novels & Stories

Friends are supposed to be unconditional companions that life places in our path so we can share both joys and sorrows. They’re there to lift our spirits when we’re at our lowest or to join us on an adventure. They’re the ears that listen to our dreams and hopes, knowing they’ll tell us the truth, no matter how painful it is. Some even go beyond friendship and become family—the family we choose.

“I mean could whoever be after Colton Adams and you got involved?” “I don’t know” she answered, “Koty doesn’t seem like someone people would want to lock up for murder.” It was his turn to raise a questioning brow. “You never know. It could be a family feud… and why are you supporting this Colton Adams of a boy?” “He is my friend. We made up today, settled all our differences and forgave all the hurt. He agreed to just be friends.” She informed him. He scoffed, “Just friends? That is a trick he wants to use to win you over.”

LINA I have always preferred the company of men over women. Female friendships often felt exhausting with their constant emotional layers, subtle competitions, and endless gossip. My five closest friends Jake, Ryan, Tyler, Marcus, and Dylan were refreshingly direct, humorous, and loyal. They treated me like one of the guys without making me feel out of place. That comfortable dynamic is exactly why I eagerly agreed when they invited me to a full weekend sleepover at Jake’s spacious family house while his parents were away on a business trip.

The text said it all. "I got home in one piece. The trucks were clearer this time. Good morning. Happy one-day friendship anniversary, friend." I typed a response right away. "Me: I have never heard of a one-day friendship anniversary; I don’t think it’s a thing. Plus, it hasn’t been twenty-four hours." Almost right away, I got a reply from Jack. "Jack: You’ve never heard of a friendship anniversary?" With a shocked face emoji. "Me: I’ve heard of that but never a one-day friendship anniversary."

"You know nothing. What gives you the right to take matters into your own hands?!" Kayla asked. Stella stared at her without flinching, "Ms. Wilson, would your former friends mock you for not dressing in the latest fashion?" Kayla hesitated for a moment and pursed her lips, 'Of course, they wouldn't.' Real friends are people who are there through thick and thin. They offer constructive criticism and support but never betray. "Ms. Wilson, there's nothing wrong with wanting to make friends or fitting into your surroundings. But you've got the wrong people. Those who genuinely consider you a friend wouldn't try to take advantage of you.

"Why don't friends do this anymore?" "No!" I happily answered him. "A true friend is like a brother who sympathizes!" I don't have a brother, but I feel like it's the same, maybe I'm right? Right? "No, there are friends who are this kind of friend. The one who annoys you, teases you sometimes, the one who is with you when you are happy or sad. the one you can count on, trust and most of all willing to sympathize with you." "Okay, you're right and I'm wrong!"

And so she said, “Zeth, people have various definitions about a friend and it all based on their experiences. To me, friends rather ‘True Friends’ are those people you wholeheartedly care. Never leave you behind whatever may happen. Up or down they are the people who will forever be your helping and supporting hand till you grow old. Friends are your companions to life.”

Miron’s story When the word „friends” came out of my mouth it sounded so vague thinking about that person I have related this word with. It was impossible to refer to Sarah Johnson as a friend. She had her plan well-developed right from the start. And there came the confusion. Were they friends?

I asked him confused. "You cried a lot. So, you need to eat something to give you energy. And moreover, you like to eat ice cream when you are sad, right?" he said tilting his head to one side. "You really know me so well."I smiled and put my head on his shoulder. He kissed my head and hugged me. I snuggled close to him. I just feel so good being like this with him. I feel so safe like no one can harm or hurt me. That's the reason friends are more reliable than boyfriends.

No one really smiled my way, if not my mother- it was weird but satisfying to see I was the cause of a smile from someone who would be otherwise a stranger. "Lying is not the best way to start a friendship master," she warned, her tone light and playful. I frowned in confusion, and she seemed to note it. "You are a master, you've had friends." "I've had subjects," I corrected realizing her thoughts, eyes holding hers, speaking truthfully, "and followers." my voice trailed off as I remembered my cousins, "and I have competitors and enemies- none of which are my friends. At least not what I thought friendship was."