Friendship Titles Novels & Stories

I said, the word slipping out sharper and faster than I intended. The word hung in the air, cold and definitive. Atasha flinched beside me, a look of brief, sharp hurt crossing her features before she quickly masked it. "We are not in a relationship," I clarified, forcing my voice back into its clinical register. "We are entirely incompatible in that regard. You know that." "Then explain the mark, Khali," Bea said, crossing her arms, refusing to back down. "Because if you're using her, or if this is some twisted game that’s going to blow up our friendship and a multi-million-peso city project, I need to know."

Suddenly, the women looked at me like I was some alien. “What did you just call me?” Angie asks, tilting her head to the side. “What?” I ask, confused. “You said Beta Angela, and come to think of it, you called the girl Gamma. Why? We all know only men have titles; we don’t,” Angie asks. I shrug. “Until you tell me otherwise, I show respect by using your titles like you do with me,” I say, leaning back into the chair. I then raise my ankle and rest it on my knee, making myself comfortable.

“Sorry about Ava, I admit, I was jealous of her. She suddenly announced on national TV that my best friend was hers and I was so jealous and hurt, I didn’t realize that I was hurting you in the process. Astrid you and I have been friends for way too long and I love you so much as if you were my sister. Nobody has ever threatened our friendship until Ava.” I sigh, my anger dissipating. “Lily, I love you so much and you will always, always be my best friend. If you were a man I would have probably married you a long time ago.” She giggles and holds my hand. “Ava is nothing but my client and maybe, a friend but not my best friend. You will always be my best friend and I love, love, love you my

“And yet, when others mocked, he was the only alpha who chose love over status. He mated with one believed to be an omega. He bowed not out of submission, but respect. And when truth was revealed... he never asked for more. He simply stood by my side.” I stepped forward. “In the old world, titles were given to blood. In this new one, let them be earned by spirit.” I turned fully to the King. “I ask that Helios be rewarded. Not as my mate, but as a warrior who proved that true strength lies not in dominance, but in devotion.” The silence was thunderous. Helios raised his eyes slowly, disbelief flickering in their depths. The King stroked his chin, then gave a small, knowing smile. “And what t

"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."

was the firm reply I gave, and I looked at him waiting. He looked a little embarrassed when he answered me this question: "Well if you really want to know, I do not have a title yet, Your Highness. You see, titles in Eurasia are given to Knights and Warriors who perform truly heroic deeds since the founding of our country, and then they are passed on to their children as a kind of inheritance. This rule is already hundreds of years old, and I do not see any change on the horizon," Stephan started to explain to me, and then continued, "In our case, the title still belongs to my father, and I should inherit it, after his death."

Kindly claim your reward from the inbox after the event has concluded. [You have received a unique title, “Basilisk Tamer”. You can check it out in the Character Profile tab.] Seeing as there was nothing much to do apart from waiting, Zen checked his Character Profile tab. There were not many changes, but Zen did not know what to think about that new title. === Name: Zen Title: 1. Enemy of The Round Table Description: You have offended the Round Table families by siding with the Godfather! Effects: Fame +100. Special attention by the Godfather.

‘On my way Alpha’, he responds. “Come in” I say tiredly when there are three knocks on my door. My Beta walks in, takes a look at my office desk and gives me a sympathetic smile. We’ve been friends for 12 years; we met at the Nights Watch. We don’t wish for our roles to come between our friendship. So, we use our titles only for any negative official business. “Tell me truthfully, Beta, do you think it was a fool's movement to try to set up this pack?” I ask him, feeling weary.

So he stepped forward and reluctantly apologized to Valerie. "Please accept my apology, Valerie" he murmured. Raphael glared at him. "She is a princess Balthasar. The younger princess of the Ernest clan. Address her with her title" he thundered. A title is a symbol of respect and pride. Not everyone can use the given name of a royal unless you are special to them. Balthasar became stiff. Just like he stripped Valerie's title, Raphael stripped his. It's an insult to him, but he initiated this game first, so he cannot call it foul.

“I do say your name. Occasionally like you do with mine without adding king before it. It sounds intimate then. Does it not, Aria?” She looked at him surprised. It did sound intimate just to say the name which was why they didn’t do it in their world. They added titles before it. Only saying the name made it sound as if he knew her. But to him, wasn’t it normal? People didn’t use titles here. “Would you feel that way if I only said your name?”