The Friend Group Novels & Stories

Friend. The word echoed in her mind, amplifying the sadness she already felt, making it nearly unbearable. It was a term that held so much weight, dragging her back to college days when being his friend was all she was ever allowed to be. In those early years, she wore the title like a badge, taking pride in being someone he could lean on. But each time he turned to her for comfort, it felt like a bittersweet reminder of her place in his life. Once he found his footing, once he emerged from the depths of his despair, she was left in the shadows, alone and heartbroken. The cycle felt all too familiar, and the pain of that memory flooded back like an unwelcome tide.

"Hahahahaha so what. Can't we use a friend as our defense, and you know my group has only basketball players although I am friendly with everyone but not that close to anyone other than my teammates, so it would be a great thing if you become my friend, and on top of that you don't have friends, I know you said you don't want to make friends but everyone needs them, everyone need at least one friend to rely on." Michael said sympathetically as he was again worried about this guy's mental health.

“The whole mess. How did I end up as a damsel in distress always waiting for someone else to save my ass? It’s not right. I swore that I’d be stronger when I got free of Wolf Creek.” “You’re no damsel,” she said. “You’re our friend, and you needed help. That’s what friends do. They help each other. Even when it’s not easy.” “I could get you all killed. That’s beyond just a little help,” I pointed out. “That’s part of being a friend. Especially when you’re in a feral group. All of us have people who want us dead. You gotta stop thinking you’re special,” she teased. I smirked and glanced over at her.

Then these clowns showed up and turned my peaceful drink into a comedy night. Don’t get me wrong, though. I love these assholes. In the world I live in, real friends are hard to come by. Actually, that word doesn’t even exist in the business world. Everyone you meet wants something—your money, your power, your connections. But these guys? They’re the real deal. Even if they act like morons sometimes, I’d still choose them over any of the leeches who pretend to be friends just to use you. My phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out and saw Niu’s name flash on the screen.

"Like I said, it's important to get to know my neighbors. I believe MoonShadow Creek can be big enough for both of our clubs to thrive." Bullshit. There's no doubt in my mind that his goal is to get rid of us. They're called the Iron Serpents for a reason. They're just a bunch of goddamn snakes slithering around in the dark, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. But the saying, 'keep your friends close, and your enemies closer,' does ring true. If there's a way to play nice with these motherfuckers for now, we should consider it.

And I didn't know that he already left Andrew alone and walked his way out of the venue. "How long have you been friends?" "Daniel and I?" I nodded. "Well, since college." "Hmm.. that's why you became the best of friends." "Yeah. We are actually four in our group. Me, Daniel, Ryan and Alex. You will meet them later, because I'm sure they won't miss this event in Daniel's life." "Even if it's fake?" He looked at me directly. "Even if it's fake." I just nodded. "How about you, what do you do? I mean, are you working, studying or---"

In choosing a friend or friends, one, therefore, needs to consider the following factors: 1. Age: Most friendship, if not all, is suitable for people of the same age group. One of the reasons for this is to avoid unnecessary intimidation and/or influence. One hardly fears a person who is of the same age as him, he feels free to talk to the person, says no when necessary, and retains his side or power of decision making and free will. This freedom may not be, or may not be fully enjoyed in the friendship between the older person and the younger person. Friendship of the same age group is usually out of a clear mind, less influence, self-will and with one’s conscious mind/will. Exceptions are

I don't think so if they have blocked me on F******k, what more with my number, right? Maybe it's okay that they removed me from the group chat because if they are my true friends, in the first place they won't give mean comments like that, they should have defended me first or waited to hear my side but they blocked me instead and judge me based on the situation I even have no idea. Do they think of me as a friend or did they just use me to get free expensive things?! I am sure the second option is the best answer to my question!

They always talk about boys, parting, and spending money and all. There was only one girl who was quite good and became our friend. Her name was Maya and she was really cute and hardworking. She belonged from a middle-class family and also a scholarship student like me. She got along with us very well and we four become a group. She was really happy to become our friend and us also but she still not aware of my relation with Arav. We also talk with the boys but in the limit. But Sameer became their friend and got along with them quite well but he never let anyone come in between our friendship.

The three women huddled around me in a group hug and I cried even harder. There was a heavenly feeling I got from these women. It was a friendship like I’d never known before. In the first place, Irene had stolen all my childhood friends and the only friend I held on to started to hate me because of her mother and brother. I’d never had a group of friends like this and although the age difference was interesting, it made things all the more interesting.