Quotes Losing Friends Novels & Stories

I've never had a friend so I can't tell if he's a good or bad friend, not unexpected, I was cheated on for a long time. I swear I will never lend money to my friends again, it's always the first thing to lose a friendship, even if its face value is only $50. Funny enough, it proved that my friendship with my first friend wasn't worth $50- a small number to him. …Too bad, with that money I could buy another novel.

one message read. “Your VIP membership has been revoked,” said another. “Consider this the end of our friendship.” Then the man played a voice message from my best friend, someone I considered a brother. “Alan, we don’t want anything to do with you anymore. You’re nothing without your father’s money, and none of us want to get dragged down with you.”

He never forgot our anniversary, and he’d plan surprises for my birthday. However, behind my back, he gambled away our savings, secretly mortgaged my house, killed his colleague and my best friend. I felt sick. I really felt like I was going to throw up. I sent a private message to Harold’s family. I said I had new information about Harold’s accident. I sent her a photo of Tristan. “Do you know this man?” Harold’s wife replied quickly. “Yes. I know him. He’s the one Harold reported. After Harold’s accident, he even came to our house to offer condolences. He gave us one thousand dollars and said it was compensation from the company.”

“Unlike you, Lyla has a sense of loyalty to her pack and a head on her shoulders, with brain cells that function at an optimal level. She won’t be leaving the pack to come find you at any point in time…” “Do you mind shutting up with the insults and just passing the message? I don’t remember asking for your opinion.” “I won’t be passing any message. You should’ve thought about that before running off with a man you just met.” “You keep bringing up Quincy, going on about how I just met him. You know what? I’m glad I met him. He’s thrice the man you’ll ever be. Being friends with him feels so much better than the shitty experience I had with you and your brother. Remember that every time you t

I didn't miss how Fred's silver wristwatch glistened under the lights as he flexed his arm. Shit’s probably worth thousands of dollars, while I couldn't even hold my rent and had to move back to my parents’. Feeling like a sore loser, I gulped my drink in one go and poured myself another glass, but Fred stopped me. “Come on, man, don't beat yourself over it because, if anything, Alex lost himself a loyal friend all because of that slut.” Fred consoled. If only he knew losing Alex’s friendship wasn't eating me up at all, but the thought of what I'm planning to do to his sister because of how many times she's given me blue balls.

I pursed my lips and looked around before saying, “I can give you five minutes to talk, but only if you promise this would be the last time.” This time, genuine sadness took over his facial expressions. “Aren’t we friends Patricia?” “Believe me Bryce. I want that answer far more than you do,” I continued, losing control over my emotions. “What are friends? People who do all kinds of damage, and beauty wrap it with the statement, ‘it’s for the best’, ‘it was the right thing to do’? People who go about making decisions on their own instinct, not caring about how it would affect the other person? Tell me Bryce, who are my friends? If that’s what you and Jessica are right now, I don’t want it. I

Her grief, etched on her face, resonated with the profound sorrow that no parent should endure. Sandra, Sophia's childhood friend, spoke next. Her face, etched with the weight of shared memories, conveyed the depth of their connection. "We were like sisters, Larry. I miss her laughter and her dreams." Her words carried the echoes of a friendship that had weathered the storms of life, now grappling with the emptiness of Sophia's absence.

It was too hard to accept any new member in life but still, I gave them a chance but they… It's not their fault. When it comes to money everyone chooses money instead of ethics, loyalty, friendship and love. Money is such a powerful element on the earth. And that I knew from the start, in my personal life always like that before my father, then my only childhood friend Kittu and now my fake friends. Right now I have no guts to fight, nor will I ever gather that guts to fight with them.

Ever since my best friend, Aurelia Westbrook, moved in next door, my boyfriend, Xavier Whitmore, couldn’t stop complaining about her. “She’s so completely useless,” he’d scoff. “If she doesn’t know how to cook, she should just order takeout. If she can’t figure out the washing machine, she should take her clothes to the dry cleaner. Why does she have to keep bothering you all the time?” I smiled and tried to explain. “Aurelia’s family went bankrupt. Her mother had to let all the household staff go. Normally, she doesn’t know how to do these things yet.” Xavier still wasn’t convinced. He started making bets with me every single day. “I bet that woman cuts her finger trying to cook again.”

"He's single—he can drink all he wants. I'm spoken for, so I should show some restraint. Quinn was actually shocked—did he just say that he was spoken for and should therefore show restraint? Was he really changing for her sake? However, Quinn did not dare press the issue—there was something nice about an undefined relationship too. - After his three best friends left consecutively, Bob was left nursing half a bottle of beer on his own.