Novel & Cerita Ma Friend

Arianna asked. “No” “Our conversation here is done after all,” Alice said. “No, it isn’t,” Arianna remarked. “You’re not only here to apologize?” Alice asked squeezing her face. “I know you’re still pissed which is totally fine, if I were you I would be too,” Arianna said as she rose to her feet. “I wouldn’t mind being your friend that is if it’s fine by you but if you do not want to it’s no problem,” Arianna said and walked away.

“But they’re scary…” I put my daughter down before I knelt on my knee and held her hand. “Baby, what do you think of starting to finally make friends?” I carefully asked while slowly caressing her hand. “What does friends mean, mommy?” I stopped caressing her hand. Kiara was looking at me with confusion in her eyes. She was slightly creasing her forehead while waiting for my explanation. “Well, friends mean someone who will stay at your side no matter what you’ll go through and will help to pull you in the right path when you’re lost. Just like the ones you used to watch in the movies you always watch,” I lightly smiled at my daughter.

“Who cares? You’re going to have your own restaurant one day and they’ll all be eating your dust.” I smile over the table at my dear friend. “Thank you.” “For what?” “For always being here for me. It means a lot.” She gives me a beautiful, broad smile. “What are friends for if not to have fake sick days, bust cheating assholes and conniving relatives with?” I laugh and raise my coffee cup to him. “Cheers to that.” I knock on my friend’s door, and she opens it in a rush. “Hi.” She leans in and hugs me.

Thanks to Jamie. "Do you mind watching a movie with me tomorrow? I’ve got a lot of Marvel and anime stacked up... your favorites." "I’d love to. I wish Rhea were here too; she’s a fan like me," she chuckled. Jamie glanced at her expression. "She seems like a really nice person. Your face lights up when you talk about her." "We’ve been friends forever. She’s been my rock since high school." He nudged her playfully. "Hey, I might get a little jealous if she comes and you spend all your time with her," Jamie teased.

"I didn’t mean to lead you on. Maybe I gave off the wrong signals." Mckenzie’s face turned red with anger. "Wrong signals? I changed my relationship status online and tagged you! Why didn’t you reject me then?" Gianna, still laughing, chimed in. "He didn’t want to crush your little fantasy, sweetie." Mckenzie lunged at Gianna, ready to throw hands, but I quickly grabbed her, holding her back. "Stop it!" I snapped. "I never said we couldn’t be friends. We can still hang out, alright? I’ll take you to that club again if you want."

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 really do miss Lila. Her tiny voice, her smile, her low groan when she tries my meal… I miss her scent too. Is it normal for friends to have these feelings towards each other? But I don’t feel this way about Mason at all… or to any of my other friends. Ugh… I was getting along fine, working my fine, I even watched the Turkish series she recommended, “Adjm Farah.” I think. Masterpiece by the way… so it wasn’t the way it should be.

I felt like I had a stalker… Sylvara’s voice stirred faintly in the back of my mind, her tone bright and restless. “You’re excited, aren’t you?” I smiled to myself. “Maybe a little. The human world… It sounds so different.” “Different?” she teased. “Try chaotic. But still—imagine what we might see!” She paused and said, “ you could make lots of friends too.” She's right,I don't have any friends here except the maids. I can't remember the last time I socialized.

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Rolling his eyes, he slumps into the chair across from me. Logan's kind of my friend. He comes to the clubhouse sometimes with his Uncle Sal, who's mean and always yelling at him. He has short brown hair, and his eyes are a pretty grey color. Mama says she thinks he has a crush on me, but I don't really get what that means. I just like that he plays games with me that make me feel safe—not like Daddy's games. "I heard my Daddy say there were other girls downstairs. Have you ever seen them?" I ask, already feeling bored. I always feel bored when we're not allowed to leave the office.