Short Stories Friendship Novels & Stories

Within the hour, I was trending everywhere as the infamous "Fake Best Friend" The Internet wanted to tear me apart. Everyone claimed I had been jealous of Elise and deliberately tricked her into eating poisonous mushrooms out of spite. I contacted Elise on WhatsApp and demanded she explain herself publicly. Instead, she blocked me immediately and started livestreaming online. The poisoned classmates were there with her. Elise wept into the camera. "It's all my fault for trusting the wrong person. She told me poisonous mushrooms could let us see the answers to the SAT. I trusted her because I thought she was my best friend. I never imagined she was lying to me.

Shut up when I am talking! Since I was a kid, I always heard stories everyday of people who have been best friends with people since they were were wearing diapers. Obviously, I never had a best friend when I was wearing diapers. All I had were playmates who were only interested in getting their bodies dirty in the sand. I used to be very weak then and all I knew was to run from one part outside my parents compound to another part searching for a good place where I could gather some reasonable amount of sand. Over the last few months, my relationship with Goodness and with other people has evolved. Most importantly, my relationship with Goodness. It has changed into more than friendship. It

" The Short Novel in summary is about Two Sixteen-year-old Teenage girls Stella and Steva. They were best friends, they were often addressed as the Writer and The painter. Due to how close they were, they were often called the inseparable Duo by their mates. Their relationship was so strong that they were always seen together and they never allowed anyone to come between them. As expected there were Lots of students who were jealous of their relationship and plotted to break them up. They managed to Succeed using one of the friend's weakest spots... " " Weakest Spot? What's that? " Jemmy asked cutting Emmy off. " Well, that's what you love and care about the most and you'll do anything to pr

I don’t know what to say to that, so I just gave her a smile. “Have you had friends before or were you like this ever since?” she asked me curiously and I let out a sigh. “I was alone most of the times because I’d rather read and write stories, my friends gave up on me when they realized I’m not like them. You know, I don’t gossip or talk about makeups and crushes. But I met this guy… he was persistent to be my friend, just like you. I became comfortable around him the moment he supported me with what I wanted, and I became very dependent of him because of that. Whatever I do, I always ask him to help me decide on things. But it all went downhill for us… we fought because of petty stuff and

Mira, Dyah, Sari, my college friends, and many others that I will always remember. I decided to write a novel from the story of my life's journey, one by one chapter I made, there was my old laptop as my friend writing the story. Alhamdulillah, I can be a lonely and bored friend, and most importantly I can still use it to write poetry, novels or whatever it is my writing hobby. Even though it was years ago or decades ago, hopefully someday we will meet again. For me friends or friends are like brothers, friends to the end, friends to heaven, friends to share joys and sorrows and always pray for one another.

Love Sidoarjo, 6 years later A feeling that grows without any coercion from anyone. Like Amar and Axelina, Kalf and Mutia, Rio and Karin felt. The story of the six of them, which begins with bombay cries and twists and turns in getting their respective partners. The friendship of the six of them is proof that other people can become brothers too. Like the friendship of Amar, Rio and Kalf. "Did Amar move to Germany?" Kalf asked Rio. Rio took a sip of his coffee first before he answered Kalf's question.

They were all that I have ever known. I paused for a moment, considering a small photo frame on my nightstand. It was a picture of me, Lillie, and Elena during one of our adventures. It was the last one that we took together with our families, knowing about our friendship. I never understood what changed so much with all our families. They used to be fine with us being friends when we were kids, but the older we got, the more they kept us apart, telling us that we were too different and our kinds should never mix. I remember the first time they tried to keep us apart. I was only 12, and I was so excited to be going to see them, but as I walked out into the dining room to tell my parents wher

Story Note: “Room for One More” is a standalone short from my erotic collectiona mix of intense, sensual, and sometimes forbidden stories that explore the raw edges of desire. Each story introduces new characters, new fantasies, and unapologetically explicit encounters. This particular tale features a taboo dynamic between step-siblings, told with heat, dominance, and no holding back. Reader discretion is advised. *************************************************