Friendship Titles Novels & Stories

I questioned them with wide eyes, but all they did was nod and smile. "You all have to be kidding, I'm not that beautiful," I chuckle. "Yes, indeed, you are!" They grinned and leaned closer to me as they started to grip my hands after saying this without any hesitation. “Hey, would you kindly become our friend moving forward?” I sigh as I notice that they appear to be imploring, and my eyes couldn't go any bigger. They are both adorable and honorable. How, therefore, as a commoner, can I be their friend? They might be offended if I utilize the titles in my words, so I shake my head at the thought.

“How can you say that? You are the mate of the Alpha King and the rightful Luna of this pack. You should have not befriended a lowly wolf like me. I didn't deserve your kindness. Moreso, I didn’t deserve to be called your friend.” “Oh, cut that crap!” I exclaimed, completely annoyed by her reasons. “Mated to the Alpha King or not, I will befriend whom I want to befriend. You are a kind and a sensible she-wolf. Anyone who wouldn’t see your worth as a good friend was plain stupid.” “My luna,” Maira whispered. Her eyes were full of warmth and gratitude. In another situation, I would lash out at her for calling me such. But at that moment, I felt that she needed some assurance that only that tit

Such a rude personality in a beautiful body. “fine, whatever. the name is Lizzy Greene if you really don’t know and I guess I am your neighbor.” He scoffed, “Noah, Noah King.” quote; true friendhip comes when the silence between two people is comfortable. hope you enjoyed it! drop a comment if you do and a review too. love y'all Eniola.

"Max Cairncross, I will ask you one last time. Are you lending me the money or not?" I said each word clearly. "No. I am not." Dylan completely broke down. He yanked a necklace out from under his collar. It held a transparent bottle pendant, smaller than his pinky. Inside the bottle was a rolled-up strip of paper that said: "Max Cairncross is my only best friend." I had one around my neck too. Mine said: "Dylan Price is my only best friend." We gave each other those bottles after graduating high school. They symbolized lifelong friendship.

They gave me a sense of normalcy and companionship that I needed. “Please, for the love of everything happy in this world, drop the Gamma bit. First, you are my Luna, not someone who is subservient to me. Second, leadership in this pack don’t use titles with each other unless it’s in a formal setting. Third, I’d like to think that we’ve developed a type of friendship after everything. I appreciate everything that you’ve done for this pack but also for the friend that you’ve been to my mate. So, please don’t make me beg and pout like a pup.”

I whispered back, the shared heartache a balm at the moment—a reminder of the unbreakable bonds of our forbidden friendship. Winter's father began to speak at the front, his voice a shaky echo of authority as it cut through the hushed murmurs of the gathered. I listened to his words—a carefully constructed narrative of a daughter he believed he understood. But my heart rebelled against the portrayal of Winter as a flawless daughter surrounded by the constraints of perfect obedience. Winter was anything but. She was a force of nature, a rebellious spirit who charged headlong into storms of her own making. I averted my gaze out of respect for her family, unwilling to expose their grief to the

Caige gasped as Brite roared with laughter. Linus nodded then sighed as Caige collapsed into a fit of hysterics. Even Lejend was laughing, and Skye reached out to pat his hand in commiseration. “No wonder you wouldn’t tell us,” Brite gasped out through his gales of laughter. “What a snobby title!” “The worst part is there are three other people with the same title having First, Second, and Third before their actual title and names and snobby surname, what poor fucking saps,” Caige added and the alpha was about ready to throttle them all.

"It would be disrespectful of me" "Are you my friend or are you not?" Diana asked, frowning. "Of course we are, if you insist in making a mere maid like me your friend", she replied. "If you have agreed to be my friend, then you must call me Diana", she insisted. "Where have you seen friends address each other by their titles?" "Okay, I shall call you Diana only when we are alone", Cynthia conceded. "When we have company or in public, you shall be Luna Diana".

"Does one have to become a noble to attain this realm?' Mane asked sarcastically while admiring the little birds playing on the lawn just outside his window. Mane spoke in a sarcastic manner to take the heat off the 6th and it worked like a charm. "Boy don't be stupid. It's called the nobility realm because it is only at this stage does one finally attain a title. The titles are given based on their affinity with a particular element and their characters. For instance, a very prideful fire user may be given the name the 'arrogant fire emperor' or 'prideful fiery king'." The 1st answered in a low voice as though he was being watched. Since the 6th had sold them out there was no need hoarding

she said, jutting her chin towards us. He spun around with the biggest pout I had ever seen before. It was paired with a damn good set of puppy dog eyes. “You’re more than welcome to join us, Beta,” I told him with a smile. “Something that you’ll learn is that leadership doesn’t use titles with one another. So, it’s Apollo unless you want me to call you Future Luna, Angel.” He smirked at the way my nose scrunched up at that. It was far too formal. Damn. I had never been a formal person.