Quotes For Two Faced Friends Novels & Stories

"Your ambitions have blinded you and now you can't even see those who you are hurting because of it, you fail to be concerned about the person you called your friend who had also lost, don't you realize Malcolm's sad face?" "To hell with his sad face," Gilbert barked and leaned back to his chairs and I watched his face darken. "Whenever you want to know who your best friends are, just win a lottery and see clearly, remember the saying that your best friend could be your worst enemy." I shook my head, he was trying to justify himself right now and I know he had done something behind Malcolm's back to win that vote, he was so heartless even down to the person he does business with and calls fr

" he says, laughing bitterly and my eyes widen. What? I push him away forcefully, he staggers, back hitting the wall while I sprint to where the knives were. "What are.... what'd you mean?" I ask, eyes focused on his face. He smiles. Not the friendly kind of smile or something. A smile I know all too well ever since we've been fighting beside each other. The smile of death. "You call yourself the queen," he chuckles, cracking his knuckles. "don't you know the saying, 'keep your friends close, keep your enemies closer?" he asks tilting his head and everything starts clicking in. He..he-

I say walking towards the door, to leave my room. When I find myself on the threshold of this one I turn to look at him. "If you want to die cheated good for you. But one thing I do want to tell you, I really prefer to be the way I am and have few in my life, but valuable, than to have a herd of 'friends'" I say highlighting the quotation marks with my fingers "who love and adore you but as soon as you turn around they talk horrors about you. Although, truth be told, it's not like they're telling lies."

"Thank you, Antoinette. Your friendship means the world to me, and having you by my side today makes this celebration even more special." As they finished getting ready, the two friends exchanged glances, sharing a silent understanding of the incredible journey they had been through together. The challenges, late-night study sessions, and moments of self-doubt had only strengthened their bond. They had both grown and evolved, learning from each other and conquering obstacles hand in hand.

Like father, like daughter! Bianca charged at Collin. "You can't talk to my best friend like this," Collin said to her in a daring manner. I wanted to support him, but I couldn't. "How dare you?" Bianca seethed in anger and pushed him to the ground. Bianca then walked over both of us, her bloody sharp heels digging deeper into our skin. "I'm sorry," I said to Collin. "You should have supported me," he said to me, and we both got up from the floor. My front hurt.

Vince leaned against the doorway, scrolling intel with his thumb, while Marco mapped alternate routes with colored pens he’d refuse to admit he liked. By four, they were walking the east lawn, hydrangeas pretending they hadn’t plotted to swallow the path. The late sun buttered the stone. For four minutes, nobody planned anything. “You’re quiet,” Vince said eventually. “Defining terms,” she said. “Like?” “What friendship means when the job is to throw yourself between me and a bullet.” Vince’s face didn’t change. “Means we’re friends who get paid.” Marco added, “And if the pay stops, we’ll still bring toast.”

About the two seconds before the smile. And what those two seconds had looked like. Nothing like a friend.

Silence followed Charles' remark as he kept quiet for a second to read their faces. Then he tapped his fist on the table twice and said, “We can't have someone who is connected to the enemy of Mr. Ford, working as the executive vice president of this company.” Everyone held in their words as they doubtfully stared back at him. Noticing the hesitation in their eyes, Charles stood up straight and said, “Who has heard the saying that the friend of my enemy is also my enemy?” “Shouldn't it be that the enemy of my enemy is my friend?” A lady from among the board members asked.

"We can be friends. Or is it impossible?" "Of course not!"

My own goal was catching that bàstard. * * " Why do you trust your enemies so easily, boss?" Knife asked. Knife and I were alone outside Nagisa's house, dumping the dead bodies at a section of the house where they would be buried by Nagisa's servants. " I don't know," I said. " I crush my enemies when I make them my friend. Those was Abraham Lincoln's words. They tell you a lot about friends and enemies. A friend is good and all but he's also dangerous. He knows a lot about you. Meanwhile an enemy you make your friend has nothing against you. An enemy has so much to prove than a friend that's why I employ my enemies best."