Quotes For Two Faced Friends Novels & Stories

] Under pressure, I desperately connected with other relatives and friends. Still, without exception, every single one of them stood on Mom’s side. Even my best friend of over ten years turned against me. “Matilda, all these years, you’ve often claimed your mom abused you just to gain sympathy. “Your mom didn’t argue with you, but I really couldn’t stand it anymore. “Today, I’m going to tell everyone the truth!” My best friend released several explicit photos of me. In the photos, I was entangled with several men.

I left Riley behind, crying after me, because I could hear Andy whisper in my ear. “Keep walking, Daddy. Don’t look back.” After Riley and Leo were both sentenced to prison, a cosmetic surgery specialist named Suzanne Jones contacted me. “Mr. Quince, I can perform reconstructive surgery for you and restore your original appearance.” At first, I had given up. I thought I would live the rest of my life with this face. However, Suzanne’s words made me decide to try once more. She said, “I think your son and parents would be very happy to see you restored to your old look.”

I looked at her for a moment, then I let out a quiet breath. “Yes,” I said simply. “And fortunately,” I added, “the enemy of our enemy is our friend.”

He flicked a glance at me, just a twitch at the lips, almost a smile. “I’m not here to mess up your thing,” he muttered, loud enough for me to hear him. He leaned in closer, voice low. “Just figured they could use backup. Friends don’t leave friends floundering.” Friends. That word hit the inside of my chest in a way I couldn't explain. It was like someone plucked a string in there that hadn’t made a noise for ages. I couldn’t even answer, just nodded because my throat’s knotted up. ********""

Miranda bowed her head and obeyed. “Yes, Your Majesty. This story I’m about to tell is one I once read in an old volume. It was titled ‘Two Beggars as Friends.’” She continued calmly, “It tells of two beggars who were once the closest of companions, sharing everything and speaking without reserve. But even the most intimate of friends, like teeth and lips, sometimes clash. They would argue, quarrel, and even fight. Beggar A might leave Beggar B bruised and bleeding, while Beggar B, in his rage, could nearly break A’s leg. In their fury, they’d wish the other dead. But once the anger passed, they would always reconcile and become as close as before.”

Peace said. "I'm with you on it" Zainab said "Me too" Fumbi added. They all looked at me expecting what I was going to say but I just kept mute. "If you're really part of our group and we are your friends then you wouldn't hesitate to help your friends when they need you. A friend in need is a friend indeed" Queen cajoled. "Okay, I'm in" I replied reluctantly. You know what they say about the sheep that walks with a dog? They said there's no way he wouldn't eat feaces. Well, I was that sheep and I was about to eat shit.

My frustration was quickly turning to anger as I saw the doubt and disbelief etched on their faces. But instead of trying to understand my perspective, my friends went on to dismiss my words with a string of jokes and jibes. They laughed at my supposed prank, making light of my confusion and frustration. The girl in our group made a remark about how I must be a ninja, able to disappear at will. The other guy teased me about how I had managed to trick them all into believing I was lost.

The pressure valve snapped and our friendship right along with it. My thoughts at this moment are to stay away from Rosa and forget we were ever friends in the first place. Perhaps our friendship was merely a facade, desperation on my part for a female friend and popularity seeking on hers. Maybe it was a doomed friendship this whole time, and nothing will fuck you harder than a facade. Facades are like those old theatre masks my English teacher showed us. The Grecian actors would hide behind them and tell their tales. What I won't give to wear one of those over my eyes right about now.

He didn't hesitate anymore and directly told his friend what he wanted. “Been awhile! How many do you need?” "I only need two of them," Quintn quickly answered. "Hunting day today? Who is this man pissing you off?” “Just some old friend. I will tell you in detail when I visit,” Quintin replied. “Sounds exciting! Can I come too? It had been boring lately; no one makes my blood come alive—” “What did you say? Do you want me to boil you alive?” Quintin heard an angry woman’s voice from the background, making the person Quintin was talking to quickly retract what he had said and they both just laughed.

"It would be unfair if I had said it's my treat but since you said it's your treat, it's not unfair " "No. I didn't say it's my treat. Monalisa help me out here. I'm your best friend " "Ah! About that. I'm her best friend. We've been friends since childhood and we made an oath to remain each other's best friend till eternity. You're just a third wheel to this friendship "