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WHy DiDnT HE SEnd Me A FRIEND REQUEST! *****************

I sighed while taking the phone from River. “Don’t know. That’s not how it works. You have to have three days of interaction with a match before you unlock their pic.” Sage explained. “Well, that’s nonsense.” I frowned. “Not if you think about it. This way, you match on common interests and no physical judgments.” River pointed out. “And look, you already have a ton of matches.” They smirked, pointing to the match counter that was going up. I blinked as it finally stopped at forty. How the hell do I have forty matches? Now I’m worried about what they put into that questionnaire.

It was as if they had surrendered their own thoughts and opinions, trading them in for the fleeting validation of being part of something seemingly exclusive and glamorous. I don’t want to ever become like that. I would rather have no friends than have fake friends in my life. True friendship is about so much more than superficial appearances—it is about honesty, loyalty, and genuine human connection. And it is worth far more than the fleeting adoration of a crowd. I will never confuse my fans for reals friends. Ah, the perils of social media fame. Across all my social media accounts—Instagram, F******k, and TikTok—I have a whopping 635 million followers. I could practically start my own cou

We had a lot to talk about even though we spoke on the phone basically everyday. It made me feel even more guilty knowing that my visit had ulterior motives. I set aside my guilty and text Luke Me: call be in exactly five minutes. Luke: ‘thumbs up emoji’ I change Luke’s contact name from My favourite problem to Papi Chulo. It felt like the most ‘serious boyfriend that was my best friend’ kind of pet name. I then excuse myself to go to the bathroom and deliberately leave my phone right next to my mom on the couch. I stay there waiting for my phone to ring. In what I would assume was exactly five minutes my phone rings. I flush the toilet then make my way towards the living area.

It wasn't the picture of them together from their engagement ceremony. Instead, it was just the system's default background - a plain, impersonal image. An inexplicable panic instantly gripped him by the throat. His trembling fingers quickly opened the photo gallery, desperate to see some trace of their shared history. Empty. Completely empty. He opened the social media apps with growing horror. In the chat records, the conversation thread that belonged to him was completely empty. Years of messages, gone. He wasn't even in my contacts anymore. His number had been deleted entirely.

“Good, so starting about 14, you will start to get your wolves. Future Alpha Temperance and Future Beta Sebastian will get theirs early, because they will have powerful wolves. Starting at 16, your wolves will let you know who your mate is. For those of you who discover your mates at 16, you are lucky. It is considered a great blessing to find your mates so young. Alpha Zachary met Luna Nova at 16. They were blessed to negotiate the peace we live under and bless our pack with the most beautiful future Alpha.” Everyone looks at Temperance, who lowers her blue eyes and hides behind her shiny golden hair. “Thank you, Ms. Shirley,” Temperance says loud enough be heard. “There really is no one pr

With his shaggy brown curls framing his face, he was that guy who could be either your best friend or your best lay. Since I did have Layton in my life, I decided immediately that I was adopting Craig from Layton as my male best friend. Both of the men had a good laugh when I told them that earlier, but Craig slung his arm around my shoulders and with a wide grin, told me he agreed to become my newest, bestest friend. His words. In my opinion, Layton was by far the hottest, sexiest guy on planet earth. No one held a candle or even a wick against him, but Craig came in a close second. I was now the proud possessor of the sexiest boyfriend and the second hottest male best friend.

“Please help me find it. I tried, but there are several profiles with the same name.” I type my username into the search bar. I quickly discovered mine. “My profile photo is of a black cat with a pink ribbon around its ear.” “Oh, it’s our cat, but we lost her last year,” Lora laments. “I’m sorry. My sister likes cats, too,” William says sincerely, smiling sweetly at my best friend. I return his phone. “There.” “Thank you. Don’t ignore my friend request, okay?” “Certainly. I should leave. Other plans.”