Just Friends Karaoke Novels & Stories

One lady asked, her voice seemed too familiar and I was trying to put a face to it but I couldn't. “They seem to be moving, they just left this place, their next location is about one hour away, let's hurry up so we can catch up to them.” The man said impatiently as he urged them out of the warehouse. “I can't wait to see the look on Daddy's face when he realizes that he lost everything because of that little bitch, let's go Quinn… Uncle Jack wait for me!” The voice screamed, I tilted my head to see the faces of these people and truly it was Angie, Jack, and Quinn with a set of warriors from the pack.

I say and Quinn looks over at me, a soft expression on his face. "No problem." He responds and we drive the rest of the way in content silence, the radio the only sound as it plays quietly in the background and I'm struck by how nice it is. My friends are always chatting and Brad likes to blast his music. It's peaceful, sitting in quiet contemplation doing nothing but running my fingers through Hank's fur. When we arrive, we walk up to the little booth where you pay to get in. "It's a fundraiser for the local humane society. I got it, since I basically forced you to come." I say with a smile and Quinn shakes his head.

he replied. As I hang up the phone I look at the guys and say, “I am sorry to drag you guys into this, but I don’t want to go alone.” Kenneth just grins a playful grin and says, “You jump, I jump.” Mitchum looks from me to Kenneth and back and says, “All for one and one for all.” These guys truly are my very best friends in the entire world. I just grin at the two of them and say, “Now I need one of you two to call a cab for us. Then I am going to grab a super quick shower.”

his friend asked while Patting his shoulder. “OH come on we are here just to enjoy not to be stressed because of the woman, Wooo,!” one of his friends approaches them while pouring them the whiskey. “Fuck,! I want a woman,! Give me a fucking woman Will tortured take them to hell,!” his lunatic friend sings while playing the electric guitar on the stairs. He shook his head while watching them like a professional band. And now he had a ruthless bratva hot band friends. He stepped on the stairs and took the microphone from his friend and began singing the Rock song. 🥁🎸🎺🎤

"Oh fuck baby! Yes, come on my cock." His breath is ragged as he lets out a groan of utter ecstasy; cuming inside the condom, emptying himself. We lay here, sweaty messes, tangled in each other's arms, completely sated, and still in awe it happened. "That was better than I ever thought it would be, Scarlet." "I know... I just... Wow." "Well, I can officially say that our friendship is ruined in a good way haha! We can never go back, not after what we did."

Suddenly the voice of the soloist singing ‘End of the Road’ by Boys II Men snapped me out of whatever trance I was heading into and brought me back. “What the hell? Who sings this at a funeral?” The sting from Mama smacking me on the leg for me to hush let me know I was on the verge of causing an unnecessary scene. “I take it you’re okay.” My best friend reached over my sister lap grabbed my hand and leaned in,

Hannah's voice was soft, tinged with concern. I turned slowly, my heart doing an uncomfortable flip. There stood Hannah, my best friend, the one I’d betrayed. The guilt surged anew, threatening to choke me. I tried to force a smile, hoping that it didn't show up quite as strained on my face as it felt. "Hey, Hannah. Didn't hear you come in." Hannah took a few steps closer, her brow furrowed in concern. "I called your name a few times. You seemed lost in thought. Is everything all right?"

She was lying down on the sofa and had her head rested on Alex's arm. As I looked at the girls, I noticed it was Zenia and her assistant from her store. I got up and walked over to them. "Hey." "E... J... heyyyyy!" Zenia slurred. Alcohol reeked on her breath and her assistant was trying hard to settle her on her own feet. "She had too much," her assistant mouthed. I raked my fingers through my hair as I looked at her. "I'm EJ. We're friends. I'll take her home," I assured her friend.

Two girls completely drunk in broad daylight, blasting Michael Bolton songs and other oldies as they perform in front of a white terrier. "How can we be lovers if we can't be friends, how we start over when the fighting... never ends baby..." Kyrah begins and I join in. "How can we make love if we can't make amends?" I hiccup. "How can we be lovers if we can't be... can't be friends, whoo!" I yell. "I love this jam, Kyrah!" I say, opening another bottle of alcohol as Kyrah continues singing, nearly tripping over Snow who tries to run away and I laugh when Kyrah grabs him and carries him and begins twirling around with him. Poor pup looks so confused.

' I scolded myself. I then decided to listen to some music. I pressed the shuffle button on my phone and soon the lyrics of What best friends do by jewel Damina filled the room. Ain't it easy doing life with you. Slaying dragons next to you. Hop on the plane just to find you Cause that's what best friends do. You got my back anytime any day Hold me down if it doesn't go my way. I wanna know how I hit the jackpot. Guess it's just my luck.