Friendship Envy Novels & Stories

[Frenemy: (Friend +Enemy) a person with whom one is friendly despite a fundamental dislike or rivalry. “What makes you think that talking to you make me feel better? Talking to you increase my blood pressure, my depression. Hearing your voice spoils my day, boils my blood, increases the intensity of my hatred towards you, makes me want to kill you more” said Lily while gritting her teeth with every passing word. After Lily’s comment the guy over the phone lost it completely and started spitting fire like a fuming dragon. “Could you be more mean??? I was just asking your whereabouts. Thought you must be terrified!!” screamed the guy in anger.

I never got that, and I stopped complaining so he didn’t call me greedy again. I wouldn't lie that it didn't hurt. It did. A lot. It was the same reason I didn’t have any friends. I couldn’t relate with most of the kids in my class or in the neighbourhood. And when I tried, it just left me feeling envious of the thing they had that I didn’t, and I didn’t like that feeling, so I just distanced myself from them most of the time. My mom was really the only person I could freely talk to and I was glad for that.

Enough to make me feel like a monster for blowing up at her the way I did. I’m ashamed of myself for losing my temper with my friend who – to the young Alpha’s point – has never said a cross word to me in the history of our friendship. However the worst part of this whole ordeal is knowing that at least some of my outrage came from a place of envy: envy, that her mate wants her when mine doesn’t know I exist. In the most wretched corner of my mind, I even resented her for spurning Caspian when I would do naked cartwheels to get Chase to show me a fraction of the attention Viviane’s received.

It's lovely, isn't it? I idly glanced at his plump lips, wet with fetid, beer saliva and blood flowing from his nose. No, we didn't beat him. For now, at least. My dear old friend broke his nose on his own when he tried to run away from my other friends who just politely knocked on his door. - Appeared! Damir spat. In his eyes, as well as in the smell, contempt, malice and, oddly enough, envy were visible. It always seemed to me that a man simply could not envy a woman. I could hate for inaccessibility or betrayal, or the lack of mutual feelings, but it was somehow abnormal to envy, but apparently this was not our case with Damir.

So stop dreaming. Just when I thought I could push him away, his grasp tightened as he leaned into me like a lover. "That's true I can't get you those luxury brands to fill your closet. But I can give you more than that." "And what will that be?" I sneered. "Love and loyalty." Please, not again. I just specified my needs. "See Enzo, you're a nice fuck buddy. As long as you are not Hunter MacIntyre, or a man having the same wealth as his, you can't have me. But you can always be my fúck friend."

Now, he questioned if friendship had always been just a façade, a tool to be used in the pursuit of power and influence. The bitterness of realization tasted sour in his mouth. Perhaps he had been naive, blinded by the camaraderie of their past or his desperation to be accepted. He had risen from obscurity, amassed wealth, but acceptance in that elite world remained elusive. Richard's support had been a stepping stone in that ascent, and now, it felt like a betrayal of trust.

"What's bothering you, my dear friend?" Vivian asked, her voice laced with genuine concern, her eyes searching Emma's face for any sign of distress. Emma's lips twisted into a knowing smirk, her gaze momentarily flickering to the sparkling ring on Vivian's finger. A wave of resentment surged within her as she watched the diamond catch the light, mocking her. How could Vivian be so blissfully unaware? How could she, of all people, be the one to wear that ring, to have his love, when Emma was the one who deserved it? The envy gnawed at her, but today, Emma had made a vow: she would destroy everything.

“She does not. Vivian’s my friend.” “Sometimes companions abhor each other. Envy can do awful things to a person.” “Are you recommending I’m jealous?” “No, I know you’re more brilliant than that. You wouldn’t squander envy on a aimless affiliation. You know where my interface lie.” She despised that she required to listen that, but his affirmation facilitated a few of her pressure. “We seem sneak absent for a moment.” “Not here.” His speedy dismissal struck her with the exactness of a bayonet.

“I thought it was ridiculous. But every time I walk past it on our shelf, I end up smiling. Because it’s her. Because I get to share the stupid little things that make her happy.” His words hit deeper than I wanted to admit. I thought of Vivian, standing in my kitchen, laughing at how I burned toast. Or the way her eyes lit up when she talked about her brand. The “stupid little things” that I had overlooked, too focused on control, on contracts. “Point is,” Fallon continued, “friendship isn’t a downgrade, Evans. It’s the foundation. You want her for the long haul? Then show her you can be steady. That you’re not just there for grand gestures, but for everyday nonsense too.”

I think I will die if someone finds out, about my secrets. I’m not used to opening up to other people, because I’m an introvert person. I’m not close to other people, I just want to be alone and I don’t want to have a friend. All my friends back then didn’t treat me well, they only treated me well when they needed me. I felt like what the fuck ?. They just need me if they needed help !. Where’s the real friendship that I’ve been looking for ?. Is that really so ?. Its because I’m not beautiful like them? Its because I’m not rich like them ?. Did I deserve those treatments ?. Fuck the society and fuck that fucking mindset. I hate friendship !.