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Her love — a theatre, her soul — a stage, and I, the fool who thought it was friendship. Now I sip my tea with quiet grace, for I have learned — not all enemies wear frowns. Some wear my perfume, and borrow my smile. Such is the life of a fake friend. Beware!

I'll break whatever bond I have just to protect her. THE SUPER FRIEND: I can risk everything including my life for a friend so dear to me. THE DECEIVER: Playing with her emotions is the best way to make her accountable for the things she took from me. I care for her, but I care about myself more. 🐰 Hola!Konnichiwa!Moishi-Moishi!Hello! Sending virtual hugs, kisses, and hearts to each and every one of you who passes by. I hope you enjoy and continue reading my first ever written story. 🐰

Levrae I had too much to drink. Not enough to embarrass myself in front of everyone, just enough to make the world feel softer around the edges. Enough to laugh a little too loud at things that weren't even funny. Enough to forget, just for a moment, that I was eighteen years old and already being passed around like a business arrangement. Today was meant to be the day I'll get to meet my mate. The mate I've been waiting and passively preparing for all my life.

"Man's arms? The double standard in here is crazy, Jason. I practically walk into our home to meet your head on another woman's thighs, and you dare accuse me of cheating on you?" “Not again!” Amanda sighs, rolling her eyes. She takes her hands off Jason and returns to the couch, pressing two fingers against her temples. “Aren’t you tired of having this conversation?” “This is nothing like what you are doing out there,” Jason spits at me, taking a menacing step forward. “Amanda and I are just friends. We have always been that.” “Friends?” Another chuckle escapes my lips. “Jason, you left your own daughter all alone in school, while you were here, playing father to her own child. Did you even

Our nine-year friendship has been smooth-sailing since we met on our first year of college. There is a secret though that I've been keeping. I don't know when it happened and how, but I just feel it—I like my bestfriend a lot, much more than a bro normally would. Ever since our Bio days, he has been helping me with my academic and extracurricular work. I am a good student but he pushes me to become better. It's not like we're competing with each other. No, not like that. Instead, he motivates me to do the best that I can, because he also does the same. This is why when we're together, we're unstoppable. Our tandem wins almost all inter-university quiz bees that our professors sends us to joi

"Didn't you have anyone else, any friends?" "I had my friend Sophie, and she was always there for me, but she turned 18 less than a month after me and found her mate. I wasn't going to take her off cloud nine. I had other friends but it was all superficial. I never met anyone else who I felt the need to form a deep connection with." I blush, cursing myself for oversharing. Tamisra is forward with me, but doesn't say anything, just observes. "There's a lot more to you than you think, Amara"

she continued slowly, “it’s deeper than friendship but different from what I share with Dominic. It’s a bond of unbreakable comradeship. A kinship that transcends romantic love entirely.” “I know,” I said quietly. “I’ve always known.” “When I think about the people who matter most to me, you’re in that inner circle. Not as a lover, but as something more permanent. More solid.” She searched for the right words. “Brothers in arms, maybe. Family that was chosen instead of born into.” The description felt right in a way that romantic love never had. “I watched you and Dominic during the final battle,” I said. “That connection you shared, that perfect unity—I could never compete with that.”

I muttered, feeling a bit cold over the thoughts of Erica’s words. What if the Moon goddess wants me to know about their pasts in their sleep? I’m not here by chance, I wanted to speak to her and I met them sleeping, now Erica’s saying words that are channeled to an incoming plan. There’s a lot of water under the bridge and I need to uncover these mysteries to know who’s my enemy and my friend. Besides Erica hasn’t proved to be a threat to me, just making her constant advances to me and doesn’t care about my constant rejections.

I lied. They both laughed. "We never felt anything else than friendship between us."Daddy said chuckling. "If you have known that person forever and you miss him if you don't meet him even for a day then that means that you feel more than a friendship towards him. Or you just can't see him with anyone else then you should know that he is something more to you. Or if your heart hurts just by seeing him sad or hurt then you love him but not as a friend."Mommy explained to me.

“And I want you to know that you're more than just a friend to me. You're family.” Amora's eyes filled with tears, and she looked down at our hands, which were still clasped together. “I'm so glad to hear you say that,” she said, her voice thick with emotion. “It means a lot to me. I know that I can't ever be your mate, but knowing that you consider me family means the world to me.” I pulled her into a hug, letting her rest her head on my shoulder. “You're more than just family to me, Amora,” I said, my voice husky.