Ma Friend Novels & Stories

I muttered. Rain stood beside me again that night, looking concerned. “Matt, are you losing it? I feel like you're losing it, and I don’t want you to lose it. You're one of my best friends.” “Hey, you have three other best friends, so you’ll be fine.” He paled. “Oh my god. Should I get Lia and warn her?” “Warn her about what, Rain?” I was trying to keep the annoyance out of my tone, but Rain was so easy to ease. He got worked up so easily, and it always made me want to laugh.

It was like that party all over again. “I thought we were friends, Enora. I can’t believe you…”

Mia I shudder, spur my eyes open and then exhaled softly. Racing was the past but for Cole, I was willing to break my promise. My fingers had turned cold as I couldn't move. I didn't even know the race had began until a call came through which I subconsciously answered. "You can back down Cole if you can't do this, I gat you man" miles muffled but I terminated the call immediately, not ready to listen to anything. They were best friends and stick to each other like leeches that sometimes they're mistaken to be gays.

Nathan, my best friend, only child of his late parents, was the centre of my world, he was the only friend I made while growing up and he had never given me any reason to regret it. Nathan and I had grown up together, shared countless memories, attended the same college and university. Though he graduated before me. I could remember back then in school, while I was being bullied by some group of girls, he came to my rescue and chased them away. Ever since then, he had been putting his eyes on me and making sure I was okay. That was how we ended up becoming best friends. He is 7 years older than me. I am 19 years and he is 26, and it felt surreal that we were finally standing here today, read

“Men suck.” I snorted into my wineglass. “They really do.” A beat. “Except Luc,” she added pointedly, reaching for the popcorn. I raised a brow. “Don’t start.” “I’m just saying. He’s the one man I’ve met who doesn’t suck. And don’t give me the ‘we’re just friends’ speech. I’ve memorized it. Doesn’t mean I believe it.” I sipped my wine and tried to act casual, which felt impossible. “We are just friends.”

It's sort of like a house warming party. They've also allowed me to invite one or two of my friends and I'll definitely invite Tiffany since she's like my best friend. Well, I don't have so many people I can call friends in my circle but what I have are fuck mates, party mates and drinking buddies. Sincerely speaking, I don't even have a boyfriend though I have two or three sugar daddies who I run to whenever I'm down and I need financial assistance. All the young men my age are only good in bed and I always call whoever I want whenever I feel cold and my bed needs to be warmed....that's me...Brianna Martins!

[face-palm] Midnight's friend: Make her yours! Midnight: And how do I do that? Midnight's friend: ........ Midnight's friend: I don't know, I'm single ╮(╯▽╰)╭

Though it is small but it is very homely and also fits in my budget. Today is my birthday but there is no one with whom I can celebrate.My best friend is out of the town with her family.Anna Mary is the closest person left after my mother's death.we became best friends in Sophomore years of school. we have each others back whenever required.Her family is like a second family to me.

I wish my comforter would open up and swallow me whole. Mads is my best friend, probably my only friend, and I love her to motherfucking shreds. But if I have to listen to one more fall out between this toxic ass couple, I’ll literally loose my damn mind. At least more than I already have in the last five days.

Super hot if you ask me. I laugh at my friend’s comment. My friendship with Markie isn’t something I would trade for anything. We haven’t met each other before but we met online through a Christmas Grinch group chat. Apparently, Christmas wasn’t her fun part of the holiday too and we bonded over that and more. Not only that, we shared love over rock music and horror movies and selective Rom-coms. She’s the only person I’ve ever exposed selective pieces of me to and that means a lot coming from a person like me who has traumas and whatnot.