Novel & Cerita Tambay As A Friend

“I'm sorry Jade, but he picked me up from the bus station and brought me home, he's my friend” I walked to Nile and slowly pulled him up, I helped him dust his clothes “Are you okay?” I asked wiping the blood on his lips and he nodded, “If he's your friend then am I not your best friend?” Jade went on to vent “Of course Jade you're my best friend and will always be, but right now you injured my friend without any good reason, do you think that's good?” “Amy I don't get it, you already have us, you have enough friends already you don't need one”

"Didn't you have anyone else, any friends?" "I had my friend Sophie, and she was always there for me, but she turned 18 less than a month after me and found her mate. I wasn't going to take her off cloud nine. I had other friends but it was all superficial. I never met anyone else who I felt the need to form a deep connection with." I blush, cursing myself for oversharing. Tamisra is forward with me, but doesn't say anything, just observes. "There's a lot more to you than you think, Amara"

She still didn't want to express herself fully to the group. “Alright, my turn,” Taylor said, her voice brightening as she took a deep breath. “I’m Taylor, and I’ve been Liam’s childhood friend since forever. We were born just days apart, so we’ve known each other since we were kids. We’re practically like siblings.” She glanced at Liam, her eyes softening. Isla felt a pang of envy mixed with admiration. The bond between them was transparent, and it made her wonder what it would be like to have such a connection.

And she was happy. It made her mother proud, and that's all that mattered. "What about my hug?" Tami beamed at her younger sister, Amy, before wrapping her in a hug too. Amy was all the friend Tami needed, along with Malik. Even though Tami was seven years her elder, they connected wonderfully. Amy would even feature Tami in some of her YouTube videos, doing crazy challenges and being her doll for her hair and make-up tutorials. They were a happy bunch, and Tami was happy she had such a person in her life.

With his shaggy brown curls framing his face, he was that guy who could be either your best friend or your best lay. Since I did have Layton in my life, I decided immediately that I was adopting Craig from Layton as my male best friend. Both of the men had a good laugh when I told them that earlier, but Craig slung his arm around my shoulders and with a wide grin, told me he agreed to become my newest, bestest friend. His words. In my opinion, Layton was by far the hottest, sexiest guy on planet earth. No one held a candle or even a wick against him, but Craig came in a close second. I was now the proud possessor of the sexiest boyfriend and the second hottest male best friend.

“Kempthorne is closer. You’d be safe here in Kempthorne. All the other humans don’t disappear around a full moon, here.” “I have a friend in Vancouver that I’d like to go visit. In fact, I could make it a regular thing and visit each full moon just to make it easier on Dad and everyone else.” “Who is this friend?” His voice came out in a deep growl. “My friend, TJ,” I said. “My only friend, really. We both studied medicine together.” “I think you should stay.” “Why?” My brow furrowed in confusion. The waitress returned with Liam’s credit card, and we got up to leave.

But now, Tammy had ignited a blazing inferno, and if I didn't act swiftly, it threatened to engulf everything in its path. "She's really hurt," Ann observed, her voice laced with concern, to which I could only nod in solemn agreement. "I didn't mean for it to happen. I had no idea Tammy was coming here," I confessed, my frustration simmering beneath the surface. "Who is she, anyway?" Ann inquired, her head tilted in curiosity. "Tammy is my childhood friend. Our fathers were business partners, so she's practically family," I explained, the weight of the situation hanging heavy in the air.

Tamara just sighs and takes a sip of her juice. "Wow! Damn girl. I like your attitude and take it from me I don't like that in alot of people," I say smiling at her. She laughs, "Thanks. You're cool too. You have got to show me how you made her shut up and walk away," she says. "Sure, like they say the enemy of my enemy is my friend." I smirk. "Does this mean were friends?" She asks smug. "Hmmm. I'll consider it. But just so you know I'm really crazy and not hell bent on rules. So being my friend is gonna be fucking hard. You up for that?" I ask brows raised.

Ailany For the first time in a very long time, I was actually living my life and I felt seen. Not as “Zinnia’s younger sister”, not as “the girl whose family was drowning in debt”, and not as the daughter of a dead man who left behind too many unpaid loans and too many broken things. I was just… Ailany and strangely it felt really good. And I owed it all to my new friend Sasha, the president's niece, who had stood up for us that day when Dylan and his manager tried to bully us for a non-existent video.

Not only that, she was an A-listed actress in Australia. Cindy, also a popular and wealthy artist has been a friend to Daisy since they were in High school. As her best friend, Cindy was simply looking out for her friend. Well, that is what it seems like. Why would she let her friend even mistakenly get carried away by a lowly artist with zero background?