My Friends Feet Novels & Stories

Finally, the shuffling of feet and the hushed murmurs faded into nothingness, leaving an absolute stillness that was both a comfort and a curse. Allowing myself to breathe again, I inhaled deeply, the cave's musty odour a relief to my senses. My eyes drooped with fatigue, the adrenaline that had kept me running for hours rapidly dissipating into exhaustion. But it wasn't just my body crying for rest—my mind was a jumbled mess of fear, stubborn will, and guilt. Images of my friends flashed—Lily's laughter, carefree yet haunted; Elena's optimistic smile that always banished my doubts. Although our friendship was forbidden, it was my lifeline. Knowing they were still out there, perhaps searchin

Sasha continued, desperate for something to say in order to fill up the silence, "I don’t think I've ever met anyone like her… she's the only one I can call a friend." "Ouch" Kaleb said, clutching his chest playfully, "You are saying you don't consider me a friend? Such a hurtful thing to say, doll face. You wound me!" Sasha punched him playfully, "Stop calling me, doll face. And you know what I meant. Besides, it's the truth. We have never been friends… Why do you suddenly care about that now?" He turned to face her fully, and Sasha held her breath. "Change is a part of life, is it not?" he asked, then continued without waiting for her to reply, "In fact, some people say it's constant. We w

I roll her over so I can see her, wiping the tears from her face. "Why are you crying?" I ask her and her tortured eyes meet mine. "They left me. They left me there suffering alone to go to a party." She says and my heart nearly breaks in two for this sweet, kind, generous woman who picked the worst fucking friends. "They looked like strippers in their outfits." I say, trying to make her feel better. She lets out a mix of a sob and a laugh and I hold her until her tears dry and she falls into a troubled sleep.

"Junior year of college, when that homewrecker confronted you in person, I fought her for you. I was written up by the school because of it. "And now?" Dylan gritted his teeth and stared straight into my eyes. "Just because I have stayed at your place for a few days, you are losing your temper at me like this. "Max Cairncross, after everything I have done for you, can you honestly say you are not ashamed?" Dylan was right. He had done a lot for me. Otherwise, we would never have become best friends for nearly twenty years. But friendship was mutual. I pushed his hand away and met his gaze, word by word.

He asked if I was okay. I said yes. He kissed my forehead. Luke came into the room. He stood by the window. He asked if I was okay. I said yes. He smiled. Damien came into the room. He stood in the corner. He asked if I was okay. I said yes. He smiled. The painting watched. That night, we sat at the table. Eight people. One table. Eli raised his glass. He said to healing. Luca raised his. I raised mine. Derek raised his. Luke raised his. Damien raised his.

I asked, biting on my bottom lip when her blunt nails dug into the softness of my hips. Cassie liked to touch me like this since I could remember and I didn’t even know why. We’ve been best friends since we were little and always did everything together. Cassie’s other hand settled on my waist, squeezing while she wagged her brows. “Our friends could help us.” My jaw dropped. “They can?” I parroted dumbly while she hummed. “Of course. After all, what are friends for?” I let out a sound of disbelief because that made no sense to me. Our friends were assholes to say the least and it’s a miracle that we managed to form a friend group.

My feet were taking me nowhere and right now, I am running in a void of black space. I might be scared, but I know for sure that no matter what happens now, I am not alone because I have the twins and my friends with me. To be continued…

There were people taking selfies together, guys bragging about the girl they had sex with last night, people talking about the new song that just came out by AJ Tracey, and others playing football. I searched the playground for my best friend, Keelan. Keelan was my day one brother from another mother. We’d been friends for years. We told each other everything, and we did everything together. He was white, and he always tied his light blonde hair up in a manbun.

Not a fictional caracter in a movie. "I seem to be yeah. Isn't that what friends do?" His fingers softly run over the top of my foot. I twitch at the sircle movements. It kind of tickles, but not in a bursting out with laughter way. "We aren't friends Arthur." My words is slow and mushy. Friends know each others favorite foods, know their favourite colour, their lucky numbers, their likes and dislikes, their ins and outs. They know each other. I don't even know Arthur's surname.

I smiled with content, at least now my best friend is not mad at me anymore. I put on my skates, and walked onto the ice. Both Haley and I were now skating and talking as we performed various tricks on the ice. Some people stared in amazement, whilst others simply minded their own business, and I have to say, today was absolutely spectacular. After a couple of hours of laughing, and skating later, our feet were sore. “That was fun, but my feet are killing me!” Haley whined, and I agreed with her statement. “I agree, today was fun, and I think it is best that we head back home now. The men are probably wondering where we are at this point.” We giggled as we walked back to the car, and got ins