Novel Friendshit Novels & Stories

It's true—my life has revolved around him for so many years that if Sky gets too busy or distant, I feel lost. I've realized that I need to have a life outside of our friendship. The thought of looking beyond him feels impossible, but I'm trying. A few days ago, I started talking with a guy. He's in our college but in a different course. I met him in the library while I was searching for a book. His name is Liam, and he's sweet and kind. We've had a few coffee dates since then. Although I don't enjoy it as much as I enjoy being with Sky, it feels refreshing to have someone new to talk to.

Author's note. Hey guys! Thanks for reading my Novel, My True Friend to the End. It's an important book to me. The inspiration came to me when I and my best friend broke up due to a huge misunderstanding. We realized that we weren't compatible and just had to break up. I would admit, it still hurts. I still wished that we could get back together but well I don't think that it will be possible as she has moved on and I have too I guess.

She was going to forever cherish the memory of his memory of his smiling face, and he was never going to forget that he made her truly laugh in a way that made his heart tug. Malisha clears her throat, and she says, “I will humour you, but since you want to be my friend, I hope you know that friends don’t date.” Grayson smirks. “Depends on the friend.” Malisha rolls her eyes, and picks up the tablet to order something. She keeps on glancing at the food in a way to put space between the connection she and Grayson just had. Grayson smiles knowingly, and carries his own tablet. "Have you picked what you want to eat?" Grayson asks. Malisha nods in reply so, he calls Vincent. They both give him t

"Friends. Just friends." Atasha "Just friends" is the biggest lie Khalia Salvador has ever told herself. Forty minutes later, the atmosphere inside Wildflour Uptown was loud, buzzing, and completely claustrophobic. The restaurant was packed with the usual corporate crowd, but our table felt like the epicenter of a localized storm system. Bea and Mark, our friends who had watched us grow from broke architecture students into functioning adults, were already three cocktails deep. They had practically pulled us into the booth, forcing Khalia and me to sit right next to each other on the plush leather banquette.

And when she’s in her full form it’s entirely black. “You like it?” He asked standing close to her. She nodded. Still staring at it. “You said You’re poor but buy me stuffs everyday.” “Well, lets just say I’ve a little source.” She shrugged. “You’re learning pretty fast.” She flash her cute smile at her. “I want us to be friends.” He said taking her hands, that seems to be the only safer way to get closer to her. So he could know her better. “What’s a friend?” “A friend is someone you trust, someone you tell everything, someone you don’t lie to. Like a bond.”

And lifting my leg, so I was on one knee, did nothing to initiate her filling her lungs. Go big or go home. "Masyn, I never imagined when we met in kindergarten that seventeen years later you'd be my best friend. But now that I've had you, I never want to let you go. I know it's fast, although not really, considering how long I've loved you, and-"

Opening it, I was greeted by the vibrant presence of my friends, Sasha and Anthonia. "Sandra!" Sasha exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement. "We're here to rescue you from your bookish solitude!" Anthonia giggled and added, "Yeah, we couldn't let you spend another minute lost in the pages while all the hot guys in college are out there!" I laughed, feeling the warmth of their friendship surround me. "Well, who am I to resist such a rescue mission? Please, come in!" As they entered, Sasha began her lively narration. "So, ladies, you won't believe the latest gossip. There's a new batch of guys in our college, and they are fine!"

“And what do we have here? A real couple.” I quickly disentangled our hands. “No, we’re just…” Friends? Crushes? Lovers? Enemies? Wait, what were we? “Friends,” Noel supplied for me. “We’re just friends.” It was the truth. Even if friends didn’t sleep naked in each other’s beds, nor knew the way the other person tasted. Friends didn’t eat each other out until stars exploded in their eyes. So why did I feel a twinge of hurt about the truth?

“Fitch—” “Friends give each other small gifts. That’s normal, isn’t it?” He looked innocent enough, but something very different flickered in his eyes. I knew it then—this friendship journeywas going to be a long one. I nodded. He wasn’t wrong. Friends did exchange little tokens of affection, and chocolate—well, I simply couldn’t refuse something that sweet. The bastard knew my weakness and exploited it shamelessly.

Knee-length boots with four-inch heels completely the ensemble. She walked past the window and smiled at them. Michael thought she added a little extra swing to her hips as she walked on. "She looked happy to see us looking at her," Cherry commented. "Well, she would," Michael replied. "Morning, Lucy," he added. Cherry turned to see the leather-clad blonde standing beside them and her eyes almost popped out of her skull. "Um, hi," she said, her cheeks colouring. "I'm Cherry, a, err, friend of Michael's." Cherry seemed to be having trouble keeping her eyes away from the gap between Lucy's breasts. "Can I get you a coffee?" She noticed Michael reaching for some money. "It's okay, it's on the h