Friendship Titles Novels & Stories

It never was. It was about the people he loved. And about making sure they didn’t end up like Joseph. Like him. Alex took a slow, shaky breath and forced himself to stand. His legs felt weak, like the floor had tilted. His hands were still shaking, betraying him. And with Joseph’s memory ringing in his head, it came back like it was yesterday vivid, “Alex, we are friends right?” “Yes, we are, Joseph.” “Ye!!! So what should we call us? BFF? Fishes? Oh how about pings!”

After all, it’s for their future and I want nothing but the best for my best friend. Babe. That has been our endearment for a long time. He insisted on that callsign. Just by that word, he could imagine I am his girlfriend for real. I didn't want the idea though. I don't want him to expect something romantic from me. I couldn't stop him. He's stubborn and his persistence is beyond the clouds. He said he would let us stay best friends if I let him use that word babe. He blackmailed me. Nevertheless, it is just an endearment anyway and our friendship is something more important.

She could see he looked excited, this was a matter that would elevate his standing in the region among his fellow Alphas. "You highness, the rooms are ready" he told Tobias. "Thank you and please the whole 'highness' thing is tiring, just call me Tobias" Tobias told him. Rafaele shook his head, looking horrified at the mere thought of it. "No I can't call you by your name, that is disrespectful" he rejected the idea. "We are of the same age and I really want us to be friends. We can't do that with all the titles in the way, can we Rafaele?" he asked.

"Oh really?" I asked genuinely surprised, processing the information that he had just dropped. He nodded, eyes still on the road. "Yes." Then he added, almost as an afterthought, "She doesn’t dislike you. She just dislikes the title you carry" "The 'girlfriend' title," I clarified, my voice flat. "Exactly." I let that sink in for a second. "So you dated your cousin’s best friend." He was quiet for a moment, fingers tapping once against the steering wheel. "Yes."

In their eyes, I was not defined by my adoption or my humble origins, but by the person I had become and the love I had shared with them over the years. The shame that had plagued me began to gradually dissipate, replaced by a newfound sense of acceptance. I realized that true friendship went far beyond material wealth, transcending social status and familial ties. It was about the connection, the shared experiences, and the unwavering loyalty that bound us together.

Zadicus asked angrily only to see number 6 greeting his deeply cutted arm sewed back and groaning and screaming in the process. “Felix?” Zadicus asked, taken aback after seeing his state knowing he must fight a title holder to gain this deep wound. Felix Craig, number 6- Flamingo. A strings user but put his name this because he was too lazy to decide one Titles are only given to the strongest warrior, those who don’t have any are only present as pawns. “Ah, dammit. My Liege?” He hissed, slamming his hand down, gritting his teeth but shocked to see Zadicus.

He once asked Karen, but she told her the only person who could answer that question better was Alpha Rasmore himself. "Why do you think I will be able to respond to that question?" He was asked. "Isn’t it obvious?" He shrugged his shoulders, saying, "You just told me that you guys have been friends since your diaper days." He said this while raising his head to look at him. "Yeah, we have been friends, but that doesn’t mean I know everything about him." "Friendship isn’t about sharing secrets, Kelvin," he sighed. "Friendship is all about support." He sucked his teeth and then said, "I'm sure you don’t know everything about Patrilia as well, do you?"

But I had won so many times that the game became a huge bore ti me. We three were at the back of the pack house, I was under the shade of a tree while the remaining two chose to let the sun torture them as they knocked each other down. They were the only friends who really understood me and never judged. We were the sons of the important people in the entire pack, I was the son of the Alpha, Jacob the son of the Beta and Daniel the son of the Gamma. Us three were not exactly what people would call best friends but at least we knew our places and never over stepped boundaries, we believed the tag or title best friend was way too over rated.

Kyran typed, “I’m sorry that this question might be a bit presumptuous. But you always address him Tobey and call me Mr. Reed. It seems that you’re trying to keep a distance from me, which makes me feel like you hate me and like him.” “I don’t hate you.” Deirdre tried to figure out a comfortable way to explain and replied in a low voice, “Mr. is just an honorific title.” “What if I don't need this honorific title?” Kyran said, “Since you regard me as a friend, there isn't such politeness and alienation between friends. How about you try to call me Kye or Kyran while I call you Deirdre?” Deirdre was startled. She felt that such an address was too intimate—it only made the tip of her tongue ti