Third Wheel Friends Novels & Stories

On our wedding night, my wife, who almost never drank, got wasted because she was supposedly too happy. Just when I didn't know what to do, my best friend sent me a long message explaining how to take care of her. I blushed, but I still followed his instructions and soothed her the way he described. Natalie, who had been making a scene, miraculously quieted down. But just as I was about to call my friend and thank him, Natalie suddenly hugged me from behind. Heartbroken, she whispered, "Ashton Hawke, you're the one I wanted to marry." As she said it, the tattoo near her heart slipped into view: a hawk with its wings spread wide. My mind went blank. Ashton Hawke was my best friend of

I lowered my eyes, my voice muffled: "Four years ago, you also promised me you’d go with me this time." "That’s apples and oranges. Chloe is my friend. It’s Chloe’s birthday wish, and I can’t let her down. You’re different. We have our whole lives ahead of us." He sighed, sounding helpless. I looked up at him, my nose stinging. "Among the three of us, I’m the third wheel." Gavin seemed to sense my emotions and tried to soften the atmosphere with a gentle tone:

It was truly one of a kind. In our five years of marriage, we had been inseparable. Everyone around us envied our relationship and saw us as a match made in heaven. But it turned out that it had all been a lie. I returned home in a daze. Just as I was about to push open the door, voices drifted out from inside. "Laney, it's been three years. Aren't you going to give Max a proper title?" Gillian Norwood, our mutual friend, asked. I held my breath as I waited for Delaney's response. But she remained silent for a long time.

Dan has been on a business trip to Canada with Michael for weeks now. The house was empty, leaving only Celia at home. The loneliness was killing her; she wanted company. She was bored and missed her son and nephew. The urge to do something to kill the boredom began, so she went on a shopping spree and then on lunch dates with some of her friends. In one of the conversations she had with her friends at their previous lunch, One of her friends, Martha, kept bragging.

She stared at me for a long moment, her eyes unfocused but filled with something that felt like understanding, like a recognition of what I had just figured out. Three. It clicked. Three. Three could fix this. Winter, Lily, and Elena. It was the answer. It was what we had been missing all along. Winter didn’t respond. She just crawled back to her corner, her fingers tapping on the floor again as if the conversation had ended. But I didn’t need her to speak anymore. I knew what she was trying to say. I jumped up from the bed, my heart racing with excitement and purpose. “I’ll be back,” I muttered to her, not sure if she heard me. But I had to go. I had to tell them. I knew what had to be done

He was smoking in the picture as well. “Troy Williams, the third sibling.” Adam shortly introduced. Compared to Travis, he looks softer and more innocent than his brother. I didn't waste my time and turned to the next one. Then there was a woman with simple short hair looking so fierce in the picture. “She looks cold,” I commented.

“Seriously. It’s too much.” “Nonsense!” she said firmly, leaning in closer with that determined sparkle in her eyes. “Friends don’t let friends live without phones in this century. Now come on, add some apps if you want, text someone—wait, do you have friends back home to contact? Old academy buddies or whatever?”

“I’m not double-dating. They are both aware of each other. And no, they don’t hate each other. Their families do but they’re best friends. You have to swear to keep their friendship a secret too.” “If I tell anyone both of them are friends, will anyone believe me?” I tilted my head. “True.” “So what I’m hearing is that you’re in a throuple with both of them. A polyamorous relationship? With Rafael Moretti and Nikolai Vetrov? Two men whose families hate each other? The co-CEOs of VM Global Holdings?” When she said it like that, it really did sound crazy. I never thought someone like me could ever be on their radar. If it wasn’t for my cancelled flight, I probably wouldn’t be able to be close

~ Brendan POV cont. ~ Hadeon’s friends were weird. They weren’t like any of his friends that I had met within Nighttide; they were quieter and didn’t seem to want to speak to me at all. I didn’t mind it as I was too excited and thinking about my visit to the town hall and library of the pack to learn their history, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t expect them to make a little conversation with me. One of the three friends was driving the car, the other was in the passenger seat, and I was wedged in between the third friend and Hadeon in the back.

"If this is truly a Triad bond, it is a blessing. Our pack would be led by three Alphas working together. That is strength." "Or chaos," Thomas shot back. "Three Alphas fighting over one woman. That is not strength. That is disaster waiting to happen." "We are not fighting," Kyson said, his voice cutting through the murmurs. "We have accepted what the Moon Goddess has given us." "Have you?" Thomas turned his sharp gaze on the brothers. "Or have you been manipulated by a pretty face and a convenient prophecy?" Hayden stood abruptly. "Watch your words, Elder." "Sit down," Thomas said coldly. "You are not Alpha yet. And you will show respect to this council."