Unfriendly Synonym Novels & Stories

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You're the one who will give it away because you can't control your powers I smiled at their fighting. It was something that they always did because they were so different from each other. Well, we all were, really. Elena is nice and caring, always worried about other people's feelings, not wanting to upset anyone, and Lillie, well, she is dark. She doesn't care if she hurts anyone. She finds fun in picking on people. Sometimes, it gets a little dark, and we have to talk her down from murder, and then there's me. I don't really know who I am or how i even fit into our friendship i just know that they are the two people in this word that means the most to me and i have always been able to tru

The man greeted me that just made me chuckle maniacally and I went back to my thoughtful manner. "Great? Yeah, so damn great! I feel so fucking great right now though. With these handcuffs, in a police station, and inside a room with monsters. I am so pleased to see you right now. And, I wish I could go blind by your prowess that I wouldn't be able to see you ever again." I greeted back with my best cheerful sarcastic aura. Oh, I love to piss them off till they piss off in their undies. "Aidan, Dear, I know that we have something to do with this situation that you are in. And---" Mrs. Clyborne began but I cut her off. I just lost all my respect for them a couple of days ago.

’ From where she was sitting, Ashley could hear Jason continuously showering each child with praise in different ways, as if he knew them very well and understood exactly how to communicate with and win over each of the different children. Ashley praised him when Jason had finished his impromptu performance and sat back down next to her. “You're so friendly.” “Me?” Jason was a bit surprised when he heard Ashley suddenly say that to him. “Did you hear that, Suji? She said I'm friendly.” He teased Ashley instead. “What does friendly mean?“ Suji, who didn't know the word Jason had used, answered innocently. Jason and Ashley burst into laughter together because of it. ”Friendly means when you ge

A muffled laugh broke the dead silence, and she found the cause of said laughter with his hands clapped over his mouth, blue eyes dancing as he desperately fought the urge to give in and laugh at the expense of his friend. Unfortunately, all it took was Lisa raising one perfectly plucked eyebrow for him to lose it completely. "HAHAHA! SHE CALLED YOU PLASTIC FANTASTIC, DAMON, YOUR MATE...PLASTIC FANTASTIC!!!" Mate, what!?! "Listen here, Goofy, I am not mates with Mr. Plastic, hell I don't even know him, and while I'm flattered that my mere voice causes you to go into hysterics, I need to find my classes, so if you would just move your hero-worshipping harem along I would like to get inside, c

Maybe, just maybe, Brandon was right. I should give it a try. Maybe we can have a frenemies with benefits situation. We were not really friends but neither were we enemies anymore. I have no idea how else to label us as frenemies. Something between enemies and friends. So I was thinking this might actually work out. It looked like neither of us had any interest in going to clubs or even having one night stands. But we were both sexualy frustrated. So maybe we can make a deal. We could take care of each other's needs, and leave out the part where things get ugly and emotions get involved.

“Wait… did you two do it?” Charlotte was speechless. “Megan Stone, did you forget that we’re supposed to be love rivals? What kind of interrogation is this? Do it? Do what? What exactly is going on in that brain of yours?” Megan mumbled under her breath, “Obviously thinking about Sean. What else?” Charlotte raised an eyebrow, amused. “So what are we, then? Enemies or friends? Because you’re grilling me like we’re besties.” Megan tilted her head thoughtfully. “What’s that word... frenemy? Yeah, that’s it. We’re frenemies. Part rival, part BFF.”

"Freud. Armstrong's territory going to dispute directly benefits your pack, this is not the time for…" "I know what it benefits." Lucian didn't raise his voice. "He didn't do it." "Then who did?" someone from the back asked. Lucian looked at me then. Just for a second. And I don't know what I expected to find on his face because I've never looked at Lucian Freud and found anything I understood. But what was there wasn't guilt, like maybe he was the one who killed him, and it wasn't fear either, like he’s scared for me. And honestly, I don’t have a name for the expression.

The evilest of men to walk the surface of the earth. A man whom the devil himself would like to take some lessons from. If you must dine with the devil, then you must use a long spoon they say, but even with a long spoon, it is impossible to dine with Jason Stanford and escape unscathed. He is a true definition of a monster, covered with flesh, truly a wolf in sheep's clothing. I sigh as I get up the bed and pick up my backpack. I might as well get going, there's no use thinking about the man, who upended my family and ruined life as I knew it.

Lovingly Yours, Friend