Strange Friends Novels & Stories

Mara frowned, clearly still irritated, but didn’t argue further—though the tension between them was easy to feel. Meanwhile, The too friendly stranger’s grin widened as he caught the way Ari and Gemma were loosening up from the drinks. He tilted his head slightly, gesturing subtly to a guy standing near the fire, who nodded just enough to understand. The friend moved closer, blending naturally into the group without drawing attention. “Alright,” The too friendly stranger said, his voice low and teasing as he held out the bottle again, “one more round, just to keep the night interesting.”

Ivy gave her a meek smile as she watched the stranger led her friend towards the hotel section of the building. She spotted a man seated right beside the exit door. He had a flowing dark hair and it shined in the dimmed light. His hair reminded her of star gazing with her father and she found herself smiling at her childish thought. She couldn't see more of his face as the stranger seemed focus on a newspaper. She sighed and turned her attention back to her drink. Several men approached her but she shot them deadly glares and they all walked away. She kept taking shots waiting for Emily's text message until she became tipsy and she started blanking out.

And I’m glad the man I once shared a reckless night with, became my forever. My Mr. Stranger. THE END…

Jacob gave a slight smile. Hayle looked at her friend. “I’ve finally realized that I can count on you as a friend. This is what it means to be friends with you.” Hayle managed a bittersweet smile. “I’ve always been someone you could rely on, Hayle. Why are you only realizing it now?” Jacob's smile widened into a sweet grin. An awkward silence settled over them, a rare occurrence since Hayle and Jacob usually enjoyed joking around and chatting freely. “Roberto has left. He said if I felt you weren’t safe here, I could take you wherever you wanted.” Jacob tried to break the strange tension.

Lorenzo asked rhetorically as he relaxed his back on his chair before clearing his throat to continue his speech. "This was a new venture for me a few years ago. It was something I stumbled upon because a friend of mine had a sister. You don't need to know all the details but the sister needed money badly. She didn't come from wealth and the only thing she felt she had to bargain for was with her virginity. To cut the story short, she put it on the internet, got a good price for it and went through the entire ordeal." "She never lived past that night." Lorenzo said, staring into Ricco's deep blue eyes and continued with the narration.

His friend was in trouble as he owed someone a lot of money. When he was little, he caused trouble in town and was caught by bad people. Now the same people from years ago are out for him. They won’t stop until they have what they need. His friend thinks stealing something valuable will solve everything. The person he was going to steal from is the person he likes and cares about. As he was explaining, his eyes wandered around. He never made eye contact, so I cupped his face to hold him still. His cheeks turned red, and his ears did. I released my hands away as I panicked. “Anyways, my friend finds it hard to do what’s right. It either steals from the person he likes or gets killed. On to

Why would she say that? "I don't want to rip his balls off and he isn't obsessed. Why is it so hard for everyone to believe we are friends anyway? We've been friends for ten years and only now is it weird." Fucking understatement of the century. Things weren't just weird with us they were spiraling out of control. Although, the spiraling included amazing orgasms, it was still frustrating. "Yeah. Friends." Layla said taking another bit of her food. Why was she being weird now?

So the three of them hang out at the mall. "So, you guys have been friends since childhood?" asked Marcell as soon as they sat back in one of the cafes that sell coffee. "Yes, actually there are three of us, one of us is married, so Eros and I spend more time together," said Jane. "Wow, I'm quite impressed. Do you know? Except in movies or novels, women and men can't be friends without involving feelings," said Marcell in amazement. Eros just smiled sarcastically.

"Sorry, I'm always unloading my frustrations on you." "I'll always listen." He told her then smiled slightly with that cute crooked smile of his she rarely saw but loved so much. "What are friends for?" "Mhm." She nibbled on the appetizer and wished she could pronounce it so she could order it when she came back, whenever that might be. Kyle watched her eat and had none himself, which she thought was strange but a lot of things he did were strange, so she didn't comment on it and just enjoyed the food quite thoroughly. He always did come off as slightly creepy in a watch-you-from-afar sort of way. She had learned to just ignore that and focus on the not so creepy parts of their friendship. S

On every holiday, we all friends spend time together and watch a movie or go shopping or just chat but spend it together unless any one of us have a date which never happened with me except for that fake date with Stance. But, I really want to meet Mickey tomorrow too. I don't know but my day feels incomplete until I see Mickey. What is this feeling?