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She smiled, pouring a cup of coffee and handing it over to me. "I know." I answered, adding two cubes of sugar and a splash of milk... just the way I liked it. "That's why he's my best friend." Mama adjusted her butt on the barstool as she leaned close, arms on the counter as I adjusted my tight pencil skirt and hopped on a barstool myself. "But he could be more than that-" "Mama." I warned, I really wasn't in the mood for this twice in a day. "What?" She continued, unperturbed. "Most relationships start out as friendships, and what you and Liam have is so beautiful, you'd make the perfect couple."

When I didn’t have to worry about a human mate. Amaya and I had always been good friends. She’d helped me out of more than one scrap I’d found myself in. We had a mutually beneficial fuck buddy relationship for a while but realized we were better off as work partners. I paid her well for her services. She was the best at what she did.

, Clarisse cooed, " and what's with the ma'am" " Eh?", " We're alone, and we promise to drop the formalities", " I'm sorry, I'm not just used to it yet", " After all the conversations and the time we've shared, am I the only one who's seeing you as a friend?", " No, no, no, it's not like that, I'm honored to be your friend", " Same here", " And I can see the way you're glowing and shining all over", she cooed excitedly.

Ellen replied feeling smug. "First, tell me what evidence you have about the incident. A video?" Cindy scoffed irritably. "Daisy and I have been best friends for more than three years now. And you think you can come from nowhere to spill a bunch of trash to her and she will just believe you?" "Babe, you've got no evidence to back up your claim!" Cindy laughed while Ellen just stared on with a smirk. "All I have to do is tell her you are lying. Babe, she would effortlessly believe you just want to ruin our friendship and relationship. Who do you think you are? You think so highly of yourself get out!"

“As many times as you want me to. I love you, Layton Bridges. I love you more than I have ever loved a man, more than I ever thought I would, and probably more than I should. But you’re just going to have to live with it.” “I think I can manage that,” I breathed, my voice too caught in emotion to be found anywhere. Moving my hands slowly up Marissa back, I wound them into her loose hair and cupped the back of her head, holding her gaze. “I love you too, Marissa Hughes. Just as much. More than I have ever loved a woman, more than I ever thought I would and definitely more than I should.” She shrugged, grinning playfully as she brought a finger to her lips and pretended to think about it. “You

You're the one who will give it away because you can't control your powers I smiled at their fighting. It was something that they always did because they were so different from each other. Well, we all were, really. Elena is nice and caring, always worried about other people's feelings, not wanting to upset anyone, and Lillie, well, she is dark. She doesn't care if she hurts anyone. She finds fun in picking on people. Sometimes, it gets a little dark, and we have to talk her down from murder, and then there's me. I don't really know who I am or how i even fit into our friendship i just know that they are the two people in this word that means the most to me and i have always been able to tru

Every employee in the company loves her as they started greeting her which she answered back with a genuine smile "Ma'am!" Rasheed secretary said with a big smile on her face "Hi Janet! How are you doing?" "I'm fine ma..how about you?" "I'm good too" "Good to hear that ma. And I hope from now on, we'll be seeing you frequently? Your friend has been giving the boos a habitual visit these days, which is so confusing" "What? My friend? Which of my friend?" It can't be Zulaiha, could it?

“Stay away from me.” Before he could respond, someone cleared their throat beside them. Maya turned—and there she was. Amaya. Hair perfectly braided. Eyes lined sharp. She was everything Maya wasn’t—loud without speaking, fierce without trying. “I see we’re making new friends,” Amaya said, her gaze locked on Maya but her words aimed at Zane. Zane sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Don’t do this, Amaya.” “Oh, I’m not doing anything,” she replied sweetly. “Just saying hello to the new girl. Maya, right?”

, I said as I looked at myself in the mirror, admiring my beauty. "Okay then, I will pick you up in the next 10minutes" Edin, my best friend said as he ended the call. Meanwhile, as I was looking at the mirror, my mind flashed back to the days we became friends and gradually best friends. Just like yesterday, I laughed remembering how I was a popular girl which no one could pass without glancing at and I was also a troublesome girl(that was part of my hobby).

always acting thoughtlessly before considering the other person’s feelings. “He’s just a friend,” is the reply I give to his question, probably unconvincingly. Well, it’s not completely a lie. We are friends; it's not like he's my boyfriend or anything. Before I know it, we’re already at the top of the third flight of stairs. The night we had felt like a mediocre date, ending in the guy walking me to my door with hopes of coming inside. The sexual attraction certainly was there, although mentally it felt like we were not on the same page. Suddenly I feel nervous.