I Wanna Ruin Our Friendship Novel Mga Nobela at Kwento

If we force it, the friendship we just glued together weeks ago might be unsalvageable. So I shake my head and brave myself to say it despite hearing my heart breaking, "I should go." "I don't want you to go." "But you've been avoiding me." "Because I don't want to ruin our friendship. I made a promise, Soph." "Pretty sure avoiding me is part of ruining this friendship." He sighs heavily while placing his sight elsewhere, "I'm afraid I'd fuck you if I don't do this. I don't want to lose you. I'm not gonna let sex ruin our friendship again."

“I’m going to need professional help to remove this mental image.” She pats my wrist, mock-sympathetic. “Don’t tell me you didn’t wonder. You saw how he turned her to jello.” “You are appalling,” I tell her. “Look at us,” she murmurs, the smallest laugh in it. “No tragedy. No fireworks. Just… us. Again.” “Don’t jinx it,” I say lightly. If friendship is the road back to us… if there even is a road… it’s the only road I trust.

That was part of the story of who I was, so to cut that out was like cutting a chunk off myself. “We were friends at first,” I said quietly. “Before anything else — mates, compelled bonds, hurt — we were friends.” “Best friendship I ever” had, Darius concurred. "And I destroyed it. I destroyed everything." “Not all,” I amended, a little surprised to find myself. “It’s hurt, broken, maybe very badly injured but not irreparably damaged. I'm here, aren't I? Say a few words to you instead of passing you by in grim silence.”

"She said she could make all my financial problems disappear. Pay for art school, help my mom with her medical bills, everything." Tears were streaming down Elara's face now. "And all I had to do was find a way to isolate you. Make you vulnerable. And the best way i coupd rhink of was to destroy our friendship…" I felt like I was falling, like the ground had disappeared from under me. "Elara…"

“You asked what he wants. Besides power, you’re the only other thing he wants. He wants you, Alexa and he isn’t going to stop until he gets everything he wants.” “When you were Genevieve, you were the only real friend I had.” Liana says quietly, her voice sounding sad. “I didn’t ruin that, you did.” I say angrily. “I know. I really wish we remained friends. Can we be friends again?” I can’t see her in the dark cell but I get the sense that she’s looking at me or at least in my direction. “It’s too late for that now.” I say, looking away from her and settling on the other side of the cell, away from her. After a while, her voice comes up again. “It looks like that, but we can never know what

"Why do you want to go? I'm scaring you, aren't I?" "No, you're not. It's..." She paused, then mustered the courage to look him in the eye. "I don't want to ruin our friendship. You've been nothing but kind to me. I don't want to ruin this and then we'll become strangers because we can't face each other anymore." She confessed.

"Why? Because she's about to marry a man she's been lying to for months. Because she's sleeping with you, his father, and pretending to be the perfect fiancée and someone has to tell him the truth." "And you think that someone should be you." "I think that someone should have been Iris but since she can't seem to do it, yes, it should be me." I walked over to the bookshelf and picked up the photo of the two of them. Young, laughing, sunlight in their hair. "You've been friends for a long time." "Since we were twelve." "That's rare. Most friendships don't survive adulthood. They are torn by distance, different paths and accumulated resentments." I set the photo down. "Yours has survived all o

Every time I wiped my eyes, more tears took their place. I felt so alone. Julian was a protector, but he wasn't part of this war. Leo was the reason I fought, but he was the very thing they’d use to break me. And Adrian... Adrian was the man I wanted to trust, the man I’d let myself feel for just a second, and he was the one who was going to destroy me based on a folder of lies. I pulled into my apartment complex and sat in the car for ten minutes, trying to pull myself together.

“Sure about that? You look like–” “Shut it! We're late for prom!” I blurt out, glaring daggers at him. The atmosphere feels tight with tension, and every breath I take makes me feel like I'm suffocating despite being in such a big room. I bite hard on my lips, trying to ignore the pooling feeling of anxiety growing within me. Everything about my fantasy is so wrong. Xander's my best friend, and he even has a girlfriend–well, an almost girlfriend. We even made a promise to never see each other romantically, but since I discovered my addiction to erotic books, I've found myself blurring the lines between platonic and romantic friendship.

“It won’t just be him on the line. It’ll be you, People will talk. The department will talk. This could ruin everything for both of you.” I pressed my hands to my face, my voice breaking. “You think I don’t know that? I do. I know how wrong it looks, how dangerous it is. But every time I try to walk away, I can’t breathe. I can’t sleep. I feel like I’m unraveling without him.” Gia stared at me like she didn’t recognize the person in front of her. “You’re in deeper than I thought,” she whispered. I laughed bitterly. “You think?”