Novel Friendzone Novels & Stories

After she took my money, she dumped me! [Now, she’s jealous that her best friend, Pearl, married the richest man in the city. So, she infected Pearl with AIDS. We hope that you can help us with this! None of us wants to have AIDS! It’s all Maya’s fault!] This was all playing out like it had in the previous timeline. After the netizens read Pearl and Wyatt’s claims, they started cursing me and my family out. Meanwhile, Benjamin gave me a call. The second I answered, he started cursing at me, “You horrible woman! I was wondering why you were provoking me to marry Pearl immediately! You knew all along that she had AIDS, and you were waiting for her to infect me! You’re a cruel, cruel woman!”

"No, I'm pretty sure this is a date." "To what end?" "If you'll have me, I would like to be more than your boss." There was that voice again. "My friend?" "More than that." The voice grew louder. "Oh. My buddy, then?" "What's the difference?" "Well, the fact that I can give my buddy a wet willie. With a friend, i'm a bit more civil." He threw his head back and laughed at her mousy facial expression. "Miss West, I get the feeling that you're trying to friend zone me."

The same hands that had killed my best friend were cooking for me. The same gentle face, one month ago, had pushed Lena off that cliff. I smiled and thanked him. When I turned to wash my hands, I looked at myself in the mirror. My eyes were red. But I was smiling. Zoe, hold it together. You’re setting a trap. And it can’t fail. From that day on, I started digging in secret. During the day, while Tristan was at work, I went through his study. He had changed the password on his computer.

Zara challenges, "Everything," I roll my eyes at him, ready to walkin when his words stops me. "He is trying to slide into her life disguised as a helpful business partner." "They were friends first" "Well, she has a boyfriend now, and he needs to respect those boundaries." Zara scoffs, picking up a bottle of perfume and spraying it near her phone camera, continuing her live broadcast. "I guess you are the type of guy who believes a woman can't have a male best friend." my sister argues with a smile in her voice

And then he had dumped his everyday black converse for a white one, all that because he was coming over to her house later that day. He had felt deflated when she had been too angry to notice the effort he made. But she had noticed when they finally left the bed to make dinner and she complimented him. It had practically made his day including the quick admiring looks she stole at him when she thought he wasn’t looking till he entered the train. His effort had been worth it. He chuckled inwardly. As much as he liked the new feelings and behaviours, he feared it. He knew what they meant. It wasn’t unusual, it happened a lot in bestfriend relationships. He was falling for her, he was falling f

Then she took a large step back, like I was something contagious she didn't want near her. "You heard me, Cassandra. So I'll stop pretending. Please don't follow me around anymore. I don't want to be your friend. Someone like Wendy, with her background and her world, that's the kind of person I want in my life. "Look at yourself. You've got nothing, and you solve everything with your fists. You're not even someone I want to be seen with. Honestly? Being your friend has always been embarrassing." I stood there frozen after she finished.

He even had her New Jersey twang in there. The room was silent for a minute as Jones reached out and swiped one of the cans off of the coffee table. "So, you got any plans to get out of the friend zone yet, man? Normally guys go into the friendzone and then have to work to get out to get the girl. How the hell did you do it backward? You got the girl and then got put into the friend zone."

“And that’s a good thing. We can be friends, Moona. I’d like to be your friend.” I’d laugh if I wasn’t so fucking mortified. Fucking friend-zoned by the hot older guy I’ve been getting myself off over for months. It stings bad. “Friends?! You want to be my fucking friend?!” “Yes,” he says, and he’s got that serious edge again. “I’d very much like to be your friend, Moona.” “And that’s all, just friends? No matter what?” My eyes search his for a chink in his armour, but he looks so sure.

"My kinda-boyfriend's luxurious mansion." "Again with that kinda-kinda thing?" he groaned. "Yes, absolutely. Unless you prefer to be my friend?" I offered generously. "No, thanks." I still wondered why he still was so opposed to being my friend— My eyes widened in realization and gasped, "Oh, my God, you don't want to be friend-zoned by me!" Elian choked on his food and grabbed a glass of water to chug down. "What?" he let out. "You know very well that once I friendzone someone, I never see them as anything more. That's why you never wanted to be my friend," I connected the dots.

“Besides, Winter isn't alone.” He shot me a weak smile, an unspoken agreement passing between us. Through all of this, our friendship had been our anchor, the constant in a world spinning out of control. The room felt stifling, the tension in the air thickening with each tick of the clock. I stood up, needing the distraction of motion, and made my way to the window. The forest beyond was dark, the only illumination the shy light of the moon peeking through the cloud cover.