Third Wheel Friends Novels & Stories

"I thought I was doing the right thing. I thought helping you through your mess was what I needed to do. Turns out, all I did was destroy the one good thing I had." "Cast..." she started, but I scoffed and cut her off. "Don't. Let's not pretend this isn't what it is. You've got Jaed now. Someone who's going to love you and protect you no matter what. You don't need me, and we both know it. You'll move on, and I'll just be..." I trailed off, shrugging. "The third wheel. Again." "That's not true," she said quickly. "I'll always be your friend."

Just in case she needed him and was too proud to ask. Three people. Three different plans. Three different obsessions. And none of them were willing to let go. The first cracks in the foundation were forming. The question was: which one would crumble first?

this pain was too much… I need to think of a way to finish this…I think to myself “I’m sorry Lilah, this must be hell” Indie squeezes my hand as she puts the food on the table and we sit down. Suddenly a group of three young she-wolves approach, all the same age as me, ones I suddenly recognise as Anya’s close friends – Alyssa, Annie and Billie. What do the three stooges want? Indie links. I simply shrug, unsure myself, as I rarely talk to them, finding them to be a little fake and self-absorbed.

, she whispered. I have a lot of friends. There are three (3) boys and we are four (4) girls in the group. They are Adam, Terrence, Dave, Vhiann, Kesiah, Kiarra and I. You know what's unbelievable with our friendship? My friends are not coming in our house, even in some occasions or special events. Maybe that is because we only want see each other in every meeting place where the majority wanted to go for meet up. A cafe, a restaurant or somewhere else.

He pulled Ryan aside and hissed, "We had a deal. I get mornings. Janus gets afternoons. You get all of Saturday. That was the agreement." Ryan crossed his arms, indignant. "You two hog six days a week. I get one. An extra night isn't going to kill anyone." That's when I found out — the three of them had a group chat and a schedule.

The walk in heels would kill my feet and I am not in the mood for that. It takes me almost forty five minutes to get to the Diner. As I open the door Amy comes running towards me wrapping her arms around my neck. “Oh my God, where have you been?”, she asks pulling me away and looking me in the eyes. “Long story”, I let out as she pulls me into the diner. She takes me to a table where there’s three different guys. Guys I have never seen before in school. “Guys, this is Arya, my friend I told you all about”, Amy says and I give a small wave pulling my chair and taking my seat.

The thought of going back with them, of being taken apart one by one, by all three — it made my knees weak, my breath catch. Wesley looked at the other two. “Have any of you ever shared a woman before?” Noah raised a brow, casual but honest. “I’ve had a devil’s threesome before. Two guys. One woman.” His gaze flicked to Dennis, then back to me. “But three guys? That’s new. Even for me.” Dennis’s voice was rougher this time, more serious. “Never done it. But I’m intrigued.” All three of them looked at me now.

3rd person POV It’s only Tuesday morning and Lyric already can’t wait for the week to be over. The three friends, Lyric, Paityn, and Kinsey had fun the night before during their girls night. They put in a random movie and binged on popcorn and ice cream, though barely watched any of it, preferring to chat about life drama, careers, and of course, boys.

“Yes, of course.” At her silent reaction, he turned his gaze to her. And he rolled his eyes. “They are like me—don’t like people, don’t like parties, addicted to work, addicted to our alone time. A few times a year, we pick a week to travel together and do something sporty. Or dangerous. Whichever. And we’re very private, only a few people even knew we’re friends.” “How many are they?” she asked, curious. “There’s three of them.”

“You have no idea. I should be thanking you for giving me a convenient excuse to escape them tonight.” “Skye didn’t seem annoying,” Addison says. “He seemed… entertaining.” “I mean, don’t get me wrong—I love him. But I’m only here with him and his boyfriend who’s also like my best friend too, so I’m like the third wheel, and it can sometimes be really awkward, because we’ve been friends for years and they’re really… well. Let’s just say they love each other a lot. Also, I live with him, so it’s not like I’m starved for his attention. Trust me. It’s fine.”