Title For Friends Novels & Stories

I lift his face and make him look into my eyes. "You know I had a girlfriend and kept her hidden, don't you?" I nod. "I overheard…" I say, embarrassed. "Your conversation!" My grimace is enough to make my best friend smile again. I wipe his handsome face, framed by a pair of beautiful blue eyes, his hair, and beard always well-groomed, the perfect composition of a perfect man. It's a pity that we can't feel anything more than sibling-like affection for each other. "Her name is Pietra Lancelloti…" he says, and I'm surprised by whom the woman he loves us.

SUSAN'S POV : I woke up in a really good mood, smiling brightly. I had the best day yesterday. I went on my first date and had a great time with Stance. He is really not as bad as my friends say. He is really a gentleman. I blush when I remember the nickname he gave me, beautiful. Then I spent quality time with my brother after such a long time and also won the game. Vis face was so funny when I won for the fourth time. He was so shocked and was pouting. Now, his pouting face is his new caller id pic. He really becomes a kid when we play. If any of his business associate or anyone from his company see him like that, they will be in a huge shock. I laughed and got up to get ready for college.

Friends for me may be everything, especially for those who are always there in joy and sorrow without the slightest self. Maybe it's weird right now if you have friends who can continue to be close for decades. Like the current story or satire "Today's anything must have money, let alone Satan's friends to come if we have money." But all that doesn't apply to us, Kiki, Widya, Ervina, Catur, Maria, Andi, Roli, Irfan, Agus, Fauzi, Alex, Agung, Caca, Dedeh, Chandra, Sari, Dina, Tika, Ria, Impin, Iwan, Roby, Bang Adi, Selda, Henny, Lila, Lili, Kristina, Pohan, Tari, Dul, Ammy, Dewi and others. Even though we are in different cities and places, we still care for each other.

he spoke up, "Friends ". I

Social media notifications: exceeded maximum count. I scrolled through them with shaking fingers. My parents. My brothers—Adrian, Mikael, and Elijah. My sisters—Sophia and Isabella. My best friends from college—Maya, Jordan, and China. Messages from my martial arts master, Sifu Wong. Encrypted messages from my hacker collective, the ones I'd built security systems with for Fortune 500 companies. Emails from fellow CEOs I'd collaborated with on tech startups. **Mom: Adriana, please call us. We're worried sick.**

Now, it just made me want to gag. “Nobody knows you the way I do. Nobody else on this campus actually gives a damn about you the way I do. I’m the one who protected you. I’m the one who always made sure you were good. You think Brittany cares? She’s just using this to cause a scene because she hates me, not because she's trying to protect you. You’re my best friend, Kathy. We’re supposed to be a team. You can’t let people come between us over some stupid rumor or misunderstanding.”

ELLE Rule number one: Best friends don't keep secrets from each other. Rule number two: Best friends come first before anyone else. Rule number three: Best friends must always have each other’s backs. Rule number four: Best friends must attend important events together. Rule number five: Best friends will not ditch each other for popularity. Rule number six: Your best friend's brother is your brother, not your lover. Rule number seven: Best friends must celebrate birthdays together — always. Rule number eight: You must support your best friend's dreams and ambitions. Rule number nine: No lies - no matter what.

White-Coat Deity: "I just got paid. Could you kindly recommend two stocks directly?" Madame Lee: "That’s not proper." White-Coat Deity: "I know, but between friends, we don’t have to be so strict, do we?" Adora stared at her phone and chuckled. Friends? Madame Lee: "When did we become friends?" White-Coat Deity: "You've asked me for help a few times already. Don't tell me we don't even qualify as friends?" After sending that message, a faint smile tugged at the corners of Louis’ cold, handsome face.

Gosh, she's frustratingly annoying. "My Mom's not your 'Tita'. Call her Aunt!" I said to make her nose flare in so much irritation from me. Well, basically you call your friend's mom 'Tita' if you are close and 'Aunt' if you're not. That was what we call each other's Mom here in our place. Tito for their husbands. Mirabel Scott was my friend for years now. Since the day we transferred here in their place, I think? I couldn't remember when exactly but it has already been years since her, being my only best friend.