Two Faced Fake Friends Quotes Novels & Stories

"Thanks for making me feel better. I knew it, you are a kind person just as I expected you to be." "Hahaha. By the way, wouldn't you be so bored here beside me? You wouldn't be able to mingle with your seatmates now." I asked him. He just made a fake laugh. "They're not my friends." "Huh? But you look so happy together whenever I see you with them." "That's just a fake act. They are asking for my money every single day. And if I don't give them any amount, they would beat me and tell me that they would kill me and my family.

Liz sneered as she threw the shirt at the manager, then turned to her friends. “I once thought you were important in my life, but... what a joke.” Liz laughed bitterly. “If there’s one thing I’m grateful for in my current life, it’s the fact that I no longer have to pretend to like you. Lana, your fake breasts are too big! Do you think that’s attractive? Everyone knows they’re fake. Not to mention your butt—how much fat did you inject there? Embarrassing!” Liz sneered as she pointed at her friend’s chest and butt.

I can’t find the right words as I have a sort of mental breakdown. “They’re pretty fucking rich, huh? It’s overwhelming, but don’t let it get to you. These people hide behind the luscious garden and fancy fountains. We’re different, but at the end of the day, we’re all pretty fucked up one way or another. There’s a reason the quote ‘fake it ‘til you make it’ became so popular, and it’s not just because of our demographic. Even they have to fake it, too. So don’t sweat it, girly. Chin up, take some shots, and flaunt that ass your mama gave you.” Wise words by Naya Jones, everybody.

I say walking towards the door, to leave my room. When I find myself on the threshold of this one I turn to look at him. "If you want to die cheated good for you. But one thing I do want to tell you, I really prefer to be the way I am and have few in my life, but valuable, than to have a herd of 'friends'" I say highlighting the quotation marks with my fingers "who love and adore you but as soon as you turn around they talk horrors about you. Although, truth be told, it's not like they're telling lies."

Leaving personal matters within, I shot back, "You are living your life your way, aren't you? Then why can't I? Stop interfering in my personal life." Damien uttered glaring at me, "Don’t you dare to question my life, Ms. McBride. By any chance, if you are telling me to be loyal to you because you are my fiancee then put a thing in your mind that YOU are my fake fiancee. Fake. And I don’t have the useless wish to interfere in your so-called personal life. But unlike you, I have a reputation that will get hampered if you continue falling into a stranger's arms like last night. I won't like the news about my fiancee stepping out from a stranger's place in the early morning or roaming with some

“Yeah it sucks, I know it. But it’s different with you. I can be.. myself. And what impressed me the most about you is how not impressed you are by me. I am just me, Lefu” Oh sure and we are just friends. How many times have I told myself that by now ? I swallow with difficulty. I have to do something, the silence is getting near to being awkward. “Don’t misunderstand me please ? But I am not really into those false friendships. I have seen too much of that with the elites at school”. I finally answer. “I had the dubious honour of hanging out with them for a couple of breaks and almost didn’t survive”.

I speak as I sit astride the chair in front of his. "I spoke with Lucero, and she helped me see the other side of the coin," he imitates the same movement I made, "I want to know what you'll say to that man if you meet him." "Things like work and how well I'm doing in my marriage," I narrow my eyes. "Well! I plan to dismember him, mmm... cut him into pieces and give him to hyenas as food," sarcasm runs through my veins. "How funny!" he feigns a smile. "That man isn't what your eyes see," he scoffs, "I'm serious, we both know each other, and that friendship didn't end well."

I sighed, letting my head sink deeper into the pillow. “Honestly,” I muttered weakly, “the day the two of you become friends will be the day I start believing in unicorns.” Ashley snorted. Fernando looked vaguely offended. “We could be friends.” “No, you couldn’t,” I rasped. “You would spontaneously combust.” Ashley giggled through her tears while Fernando tried not to smile but I saw it anyway. For a few seconds, the room felt lighter, almost peaceful. But pain has a way of reminding you it still exists.

“Iz, I juѕt meant . . .” “I dоn’t fuсkіng care whаt you mеаnt, thе truth hаѕ finally come out. I thought you were a frіеnd, I wаѕ obviously wrоng.” Sо wrоng, I соuldn’t believe hе соuld ѕау ѕоmеthіng so сruеl. “Friends don’t dаnglе a person оn a string аnd gіvе them fаlѕе hоре.”

To a passerby it might appear we are friends. “Because I’m not a side piece. I’m the real deal. I have his heart. I will take care of him. We are really in love, not the fake for social media obsession he shows for you. We have the moment of quiet. Why can’t you see you are nothing anymore?”