Just A Friend Lyrics Jordi Novels & Stories

“Astrid, if I got a dollar every time you talked about how Jordan fucked you senseless that night, I’d be a billionaire by now.” I giggle, nudging her playfully. “Oh, come on. It was that good.” She shakes her head. “I swear, you’re obsessed.” “Madly obsessed,” I correct her with a smirk. Jordan kept his promise of calling me every damn. He stays on the call until he’s sure that I’m asleep. Lily gags. “Who are you and what have you done to my innocent friend.” I giggle. “Your innocent friend is lost to a gigantic cock.”

Delmar could only take a deep breath, then climbed into his own car. "Juan, please slow down a bit. It's too fast," Brisa pleaded. "Shut up! You better prepare to receive my punishment!" Juan's hands were almost white from gripping the steering wheel too tightly. Juan was emotional when he saw Brisa and Delmar's gaze earlier. The gaze that he had always known was not the gaze between friends, but two people who loved each other. "But what did I do wrong? I didn't even talk to Delmar. He's my best friend, and you know that."

“You left us worried while you ran off to fuck your so-called best friend. I don’t know what friendship includes dick rides.” “Last I checked, we weren’t dating then—what’s the problem?” “We weren’t, but you knew how I felt. I just wanted you to get help—instead, you ran to him. Now you expect me to befriend him?” “I never said you had to. Jameis and I are just friends—I’ve told him I only want you. If you want to sulk all night, fine. Drop me home so I can ride my dildo and sleep.”

That day was one of the happiest days of my life as her best friend, the CEO of the Spencer Group and Companies, and as a concerned citizen of New York City. "You have to," Judas nodded his head, "If I am not mistaken, Ms. Elaine was also engaged to your stepbrother - to your family. Regardless of the feelings involved, you have to see the bigger picture. Anyway, I gotta go to sleep. Good night." "Good night, Judas. Thanks for the advice." I faked a smile to convince him that I was fine. Helplessness and emptiness began to swallow me whole as soon as Judas disappeared from the room. I was looking at the ceiling with nothing was running inside my brain.

“Honestly, so are you.” Isioma rolled her dolly eyes, smiling sheepishly. “Totally not true. But hey, um, now that we've made things clear to each other, do you still want me as your friend, Jordan?” To Isioma's wildest surprise, Jordan wrapped her in his arms and whispered calmly in her ear, saying, “Yes, of course. You're the best friend anyone could ever ask for, Isioma. I'm pretty sure our friendship will blossom greatly. Forever and always!”

"You care to tell me why the hell you're defending that drunk nit-wit?" "Because –" Jordy shut her eyes, fighting to get the words out. "Because he's my friend," she admitted, amidst a downpour of tears. "Say what?" Arlo arched his full brows. "He's my friend, Arlo." Jordy reiterated more boldly now. The tears wouldn't stop falling, but they didn't get in the way of her words. Jamal was her friend. No matter how angry she was against him and his father, it couldn't alter what he meant to her. It couldn't alter the memories of what they used to be before all this mess started.

Fuck. “Oh, the bitch wants to cry. But seriously, Jann, you’re a tough one.” “And if you want to cry or need someone to talk to whenever you’re in pain again, don’t ever hesitate to call us.” “We’re here for you.” And I cried. Fuck. I’m so lucky to have my friends, and I’m so grateful because until now, our bond is still strong as ever. I could feel their arms wrapping around me and probably, some people are looking at us right now like crazy but I don’t care anymore. My heart feels so full and warm.

I requested, stretching out my phone to them which had a photo of Levi on the screen. They willingly took the phone from me and gazed at the picture before sharing glances that I didn't fail to notice. "Have you seen him?" I implored again while they gave the phone back to me. "Who are you?" I beamed. "I'm Jarvis, my friend and I, we came from the main city and the guy is my boyfriend. He fell on the cliff a week ago and we have been trying to find him. Please, help me?" I stared at them hopefully

ELLE Rule number one: Best friends don't keep secrets from each other. Rule number two: Best friends come first before anyone else. Rule number three: Best friends must always have each other’s backs. Rule number four: Best friends must attend important events together. Rule number five: Best friends will not ditch each other for popularity. Rule number six: Your best friend's brother is your brother, not your lover. Rule number seven: Best friends must celebrate birthdays together — always. Rule number eight: You must support your best friend's dreams and ambitions. Rule number nine: No lies - no matter what.

I lift his face and make him look into my eyes. "You know I had a girlfriend and kept her hidden, don't you?" I nod. "I overheard…" I say, embarrassed. "Your conversation!" My grimace is enough to make my best friend smile again. I wipe his handsome face, framed by a pair of beautiful blue eyes, his hair, and beard always well-groomed, the perfect composition of a perfect man. It's a pity that we can't feel anything more than sibling-like affection for each other. "Her name is Pietra Lancelloti…" he says, and I'm surprised by whom the woman he loves us.