Friendship Novel Novels & Stories

A STEP CLOSER TO LOVE: Available on Good Novel, D****e, M********r, H*****l, Joyreads, Aphanovel, I****y, Fillnovel, Novelsky, Novelsago. Kieran Sterling and Arabella Bishop were neighbours fourteen years ago. The gap between them could not allow them to be friends. Their parents were comfortable with each other and often had each other over for dinner. When Arabella's father dies her mom moves all the way across the globe to hide her pain. Fourteen years later Arabella is back in the city and sees Kieran. Although they were never friends they start a new friendship. Kieran begins to fall for Arabella and vice versa. They keep getting into situations that put them together and every time Ara

Walking up the stairs to my bedroom I still can’t wipe the smile off my face. It wasn’t until tonight that I realised that most – if not all – of my friendships are based around duty and necessity. Spending time with Invidia I see what a real friendship should be like; fun, relaxing and somewhere to turn when you’re at your lowest. Having a few drinks and dancing the night away was exactly what I needed to distract myself from everything going on in my life.

But the way the man before me is looking at me is trying to tell me otherwise. "I know all of Miss Addams' friends." He enlightens. Oh, that’s why. "And you’re not one of them. That plus she doesn’t keep male friends." Hearing that brings a smile to my face. I must be insane. "Except Asher." And my smile drops just like that. "Is that why you let him in so easily?" I don’t know when the words leave my mouth and he stares at me weirdly. "What?" "Nothing. I’m a new friend of Brynn. It’s why she invited me to the party last month."

Since the beginning of our friendship, I’ve been in love with Natalie. Not some fleeting crush or quiet admiration—I mean the kind of love that settles deep into your bones. The kind that doesn’t fade with time, or distance, or her dating someone else who “gets” fashion and probably doesn’t have a history of eating boogers and farting during sleepovers.

"What?" I wiped a tear from my eye. "Well..." I smiled warmly at him. "That works too." The children giggled. "But," I continued, "it's much better to start as friends." The boy tilted his head. "Why?" "Because friendship lets you discover who a person really is." I reached for Jason's hand, intertwining our fingers. "When Jason and I first met, we weren't thinking about marriage." I smiled at my husband. "We became partners because we first learned we could trust each other."

"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?"

She was writing a novel, she had told me on our last call, which surprised me and also did not surprise me at all. The letters were mostly about ordinary things. What she was cooking. What she was reading. The boat Daniel was restoring. Occasionally they contained something real and open that she would not have said five years ago, before Portugal, before the choice she had made that had rearranged everything including, eventually, us. We were not what we had been. That friendship, the one that had been built in our twenties with its specific gravity and its particular patterns, that was finished. What we had now was smaller and more honest and I preferred it.

His response came in instantly, but I didn’t spare it a second glance as I threw the phone to the side and focused on my original. I could tell the truth right now…..I could say I’d never picked up her type of books even once in my life. But if I did, what are the chances that I’d lose a potential…friend? My heart still clammed against my ribcage, as sweat peaked across my brow. For some reason, the thought of lying to her left a bitter taste at the back of my tongue. However, the terror of losing a possible friend hurt more. Felix: Yes, I love novels as well. However, I focus more on art, even though that’s regarded as a weird hobby by many.

“I’m not ready to talk about it yet.” Anne nodded immediately. “That’s okay,” she replied softly. “Whenever you’re ready.” Joy gave her a grateful look, and the conversation shifted again to lighter topics. By the time they finished their coffee and began walking back to the apartment, the distance between them had disappeared completely. What had started as a simple roommate arrangement had quietly turned into a deeper friendship. When they got home, Anne went straight into the kitchen. “Sit down,” she said with a small smile. “I’ll make breakfast.”

As fate would have it, Tyler, a fellow book enthusiast, struck up a conversation about a novel they both held in their hands. Their exchange of words soon transcended the confines of casual banter, evolving into a connection that felt destined. Sophie found herself drawn to Tyler's intellect, his passion for literature mirroring her own. The bookstore became their sanctuary, a haven where shared laughter and thoughtful discussions wove the fabric of their growing bond.