Ma Friend Novels & Stories

“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.

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.

The last thing I needed was a catfight between my sister and Gianna. But Gianna wasn’t making it any easier. She knew the real reason Alex wasn’t paying attention to Mckenzie, and it sure as hell wasn’t Gianna. “Kenzie, you’re going to have to get used to Gianna. She’s my friend,” I said. “Friend?” Mckenzie looked at me like I had just betrayed her. “I know all your friends, and I’ve never seen her face before. Why would you even go out of your way to be friends with someone like her?”

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.

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.

“Hi Oliver,” a overly sweet voice floats into his office. “It’s Alpha,” Oliver corrects the owner. “We may be the same age, but I have never given you permission to call me by my name.” “I apologize Alpha. Beta Mason and Gamma Hunter thought you might need a little relief to celebrate your birthday,” the voice comes into view. It’s Madison. “No I am relived,” Oliver tells her with a smile. “You have no mate, no girlfriend, no bedwarmer, how exactly are your relieved?” Madison asks standing in front of him. “I could make it feel good for you.”

We were mates and not only that, but he was also my professor. My uncle, my professor and my mate! A mate I was yet to realize was going to put me through so much pain.

“Such an uptight Alpha! I’m glad he found his mate so he finally removed that pole that’s lodge up his ass! He needs to get laid!” There’s that word again. Mate. I though mate meant friend. I’m pretty sure it does mean friend. So why is he calling me mate, if it means friend? I never had a friend before. I don’t deserve a friend. What a weird bunch of people.

"I'll take care of Maya. Even if she acts like my little sister." ‎"I'm only two months younger than you, big sister," I chuckled, shaking my head. ‎My dad looked at me, a sudden wave of sadness crossing his features. "You look so much like your mother, Maya. Every single day." "Ugh, you're such a vibe killer, Arthur," Christie groaned playfully, resting her head on Charles's shoulder. "At least Maya's mom loved her before she passed. My mom just vanished to spend my dad's money on young boytoys."

We’re at a coffee shop now, and I just ordered milk tea, and so did Budang, because she passed by the area where my boss’s building is, so I asked if I could see her, and thankfully, Sir—I mean, Sir Izaak agreed. Because if not, I would cry, really badly, because Budang is my friend, and I miss my friend. No matter how many new friends I have now, I still talk to Budang about my secrets and what I want in life; she’s my only friend who supports me besides Mom and Dad. She’s the same for me.