Novel Friends Novels & Stories

"Zen, this isn't some kind of online dating game you're playing. We're talking about a temperamental EJ Hollen who's head over heels for you. How will you show up at a party with another guy when he'll be there?!" "Anton and I are friends just like EJ and Madison are friends. Oh, so you're basically telling me that I can't be friends with Anton because I'm with EJ? Don't even try to change my mind because it's not going to work." "Zenia, you're not seeing this from my point of view." "Look! I've had enough of everyone talking to me and talking about me! I'm talked out! Anton is a nice guy, and no one is going to stop me from being friends with him."

Lisa pulled Serenity away when they almost reached the mall. “Aren’t we going to the mall?” Serenity asked. “Let’s stop by first. I heard that the crew of the second season of ’Old Friends’ is filming here today,” Lisa said. ’Old Friends’ was a web-drama about brotherhood. Both of the male leads were newcomers in the entertainment industry. The web drama had had high ratings so far. Lisa had recommended the drama to Serenity, and she was catching up with it every week. She didn’t expect Lisa to know that the second season was filming nearby.

Alaric explained. “Friends can be boyfriend and girlfriend,” Nova said. “So are you too….,,” Nova added “No!,”

"Josh, my life is a complete disaster right now. I'm temporarily homeless and I just discovered my entire family is built on lies. I'm not exactly girlfriend material." "Who said anything about girlfriends?" He grinned. "How about we start with friends? Friends who happened to have amazing chemistry one night but can also just talk over coffee." I found myself smiling despite everything. "Friends don't usually see each other naked on the first night they meet." "We're unconventional friends." The waiter appeared, and Josh ordered us both coffee without asking. Somehow, he'd already figured out how I liked it. "Tell me about your job," he said once the waiter left.

I get fed up quite easily. Of course, with a bit of determination, I could stay at my apartment and write the next chapter of my novel. Yet here I am, leisurely scrolling through the reels on Instagram—laughing at silly cat videos and relating to the miserable life of a full-time author and sometimes googling the meaning of random words. “You’re early.” I lift my view from the phone screen and stare at my high school friend. Yes, Myra and I’ve been friends since high school. She’s the only one I’ve been in contact with even after graduating, and it’s more convenient since we share the same workplace and undying passion for fiction novels.

It's like a plot straight out of those books and movies I've always adored – the classic friends-to-enemies-to-lovers trope. I've always found the tension and drama of such narratives intriguing. They start as the best of friends, inseparable, only to be torn apart by some colossal issue. The animosity that follows is palpable, filling the plot with heated arguments, subtle glances, and unspoken feelings. It's a rollercoaster of emotions, and right now, Izzy and Lucas are riding that tumultuous journey in her room.

"So you don't like that Adam, right?" I froze, almost laughing. "Of course not. Just friends."

"Don't call the police. Don't fight. It's all a misunderstanding." Willa smiled as she tried to calm him down. She then walked over to me and gave me a look. "Ryan, what are you doing here? Come on in. You're just in time. You're lucky enough to catch our family gathering." I frowned in confusion. Before I could even ask what was going on, her boyfriend, Sebastian Judd, leaned against the doorframe and spoke in a mocking tone. "Willa, is your childhood friend really that persuasive?" Willa paused, turned around, and winked at him.

I appreciate all of them, and I mentally smack myself when I realize I haven’t introduced them. “Oh, I’m so sorry. Girls, this is Isla, my best friend. Isla, meet Sophie, Laura, Nova, and Claire. They’ve been helping me and have become really good friends while I’ve been settling in here,” I introduce. Nova is the first to move, and I watch with barely contained laughter as she drops Isla’s bags and scoops her up into a hug. The other girls merely smile, wave, and greet her politely, deciding not to follow Nova’s full on hug attack.

He was my friend, but our friendship was different from others. A brown-haired woman stepped in front of me, a glass of wine in her hand and her lips tipped up in a small smile. I stared down at her, already annoyed that she was in my path. “I’m guessing you’re Aaron’s associate, Adrian?” she asked. I let out a breath. This was why I hated events like this—socializing, small talk... it was draining and mentally exhausting. “In person,” I said flatly, my eyes scanning past her, searching for a certain blonde head.