Not Just Friends Novels & Stories

Then these clowns showed up and turned my peaceful drink into a comedy night. Don’t get me wrong, though. I love these assholes. In the world I live in, real friends are hard to come by. Actually, that word doesn’t even exist in the business world. Everyone you meet wants something—your money, your power, your connections. But these guys? They’re the real deal. Even if they act like morons sometimes, I’d still choose them over any of the leeches who pretend to be friends just to use you. My phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out and saw Niu’s name flash on the screen.

“I'm Yomi, but the ladies call me Daddy Yo.” “And I'm Isabelle.” Idara waved too. “Or you could just call me Idara. It's what everyone calls me.” “I think I'll go with the former.” Jordan blinked twice. “It's a pleasure to meet you both.” Yomi and Idara simply nodded in response, both at a loss for words. “So are you guys, like, a couple or something?” “What?” Yomi glanced at Idara's face and grimaced in disgust. “Hell, no. We are just friends. Best friends.”

You know what I mean. : Well, the comfort came naturally. : Oh, But it's really amusing how two people of different genders can be best friends without any sort of romantic relationship between them. : I know, but I guess it's because I see Joseph as more like a brother than some guy, you know. : If you say so. Though I have a feeling that you'll end up swallowing your words one day. : Really? : Yeah. Btw, you told me that Joseph had returned your clothes back, right?

“Look, if you want a friend who will be your friend anytime, find anyone except from me. There are a lot of girls who wants to be with you and I’m not one of them.” “I just can’t be your friend. I don’t know how to treat these so called friends since I don’t have ones before,” I added. What’s with him? Persuading people? Geez, this isn’t some business to deal with. My blonde hair was swayed by the wind passing by. I held it and suddenly, someone tried to block the wind by his broad body. “Friend isn’t always about how will you treat them. It’s about having someone by your side, not all the time but on times you need them and you need each other,” he responded as he was persuading me.

huh you won’t understand the trye meaning of friendship huh . What ..seriously , I literally share everything with you guys ..from money , to food ..except my love and you are telling me that I don’t know the meaning of friendship –well coming to point yeah I would love to narrate my story ..just wait for Ash baby to come up ..well you know he must be really interested in all these No not at all said John ..dude Ash is never in these topics .. Who told he’s interested in my love story , but he’s very much interested about my love’s best friend ..

“Not to me. Never have been.” I searched his face, looking for the truth in his words. There was something raw and sincere there, but also a guardedness I hadn’t fully seen before. He took a deep breath, as if steeling himself. “Those ‘friends’ I mentioned,” he began slowly, voice low and steady. “They’re not friends in the way you might think about friends. They’re business acquaintances… people I keep in my orbit for deals, investments, and networking. Not people I trust with my personal life.”

“Oh, don’t be shy. It’s normal. I mean, I die for that every night—but Harvey’s not just into that.” “Um, I think you misunderstood—” “I did, and I’m sorry. Harvey and you are simply friends because, trust me, bad boys don’t share. It was silly of me to think otherwise, but that was because I thought you were with Ray, like the news says.” “News?” “Oh yeah, you’re trending, girl. But that’s not important. Now, come on—have breakfast, change so you can show me around. I’ll go cancel Chloe.” She stood up and I nodded, confused but glad she didn't want to kill me anymore.

“It was my mistake for thinking anything between us meant something.” His brows knitted. “Vera, we’re just friends. I hope that’s clear” He’s right. We’re just friends. I’ve heard it countless times already, yet those words still struck harder than I expected. “Okay then,” I said stiffly, “as friends, let’s keep some distance. Out of respect for your girlfriend” His expression cracked: hurt, frustration, and confusion all mixing like a storm. “What’s your problem, Vera?” He snapped. “We’re friends. Why are you acting like this!”

de Luca, but because they see me as Hope, the girl who loves ballet and wishes to dance for many people. Our friendship is based on who we are, and if any of us are chosen, I'm sure we'll cheer, but we'll also be heartbroken to lose one of our friends. We've grown up together since elementary school, as they are all daughters of important people here in the capital, from politicians to celebrities.

“If it makes him happy, it makes you happy then I am happy. She weighed the words and he was right. “Fine but just friends.” “Just friends.”