Unfriendly Synonym Novels & Stories

The following words I am about to say are ones that I will probably come to regret. “Aubrey, I am sorry I made you feel that way. It was a dick move. One you didn’t deserve. I am willing to be friends if that is what you want.” I reply. Aubrey looks at me, smiling. “I would like for us to try.” I smile and nod. Aubrey turns back to the movie. What have I done? I don’t do just friendships with women unless there are benefits involved. There is no going back now. Well, I could disappear again, but it won’t solve anything.

"The enemy of your enemy is not your friend. But they are something more useful than a friend. They are a person who needs the same thing you need for entirely different reasons. That kind of alignment is rarer and more durable than affection." * * * I know who it is before Arden tells me.

“Do you know of anyone he has gotten me into?” “Not anyone big to warrant my hatred for him.” “Aha!” she exclaimed, her head shooting up, “You finally admit you hate him!” “I don’t… I…” Mrs. Michaels sighed, “Let’s not use the word hate… dislike, I dislike him. I dislike that he always sports one injury or another, I dislike that he keeps late nights, I dislike that he is always coming here, acting like he doesn’t have parents or a family, I dislike that he's too close to you…” she looked her up and down, “He isn’t even up to your standards, he's so poor and wretched…”

I urged, pushing them closer. "Men don't need friends." Kevin had a brow quirked. "Exactly. Only babies and women do," Sayge supported. "But Fynn is your friend," I argued with Kevin. As for Sayge, I'd never seen him hang out with anyone he called a friend. "More or less, leaning towards the less. The guy's an idiot." The way Kevin had uttered that statement had me chuckling. "Right? Fynn Delson is so annoying," Sayge agreed.

I can hear it in my own voice that my friendly tone has turned into annoyance. “I work at a hedge fund downtown.” He says with an unmasked sense of pride. I roll my eyes internally. So he’s one of those types of guys. “Hmm, well that makes sense.” I say flatly, definitely ready to end the night here. “Well good luck with your new apartment and everything.” “Thanks,” Hunter says, just as flatly, as he must have sensed the change in tone in my voice. “Good night.” I’m standing there, a little bit shocked to be honest. He doesn’t even apologize for what he’s said!

*Ana* My body flinches from the sound of her voice, every muscle contracting like I've been struck by lightning. The word 'friend' seems to sour the very air, turning the golden warmth of the room acrid and bitter on my tongue. It lingers there, sweetly foul, like fruit left too long in the sun.

With time I had gotten a name for myself,'The Red Dame". A title resulting from how cruel and bloodthirsty I could be when my very little patience had been stretched beyond its limits. Though it wasn't the best I would want to be tagged with, I wasn't complaining. Scarlet shot a glare at Ian and shook her head, also wondering if she had become quite handicapped in choosing her 'Symbiotic Partners' as she called them. She hardly related to the word 'friends' and thought the term was quite shitty. What's the use of having 'friends' if they had nothing to drastically improve your life with?. Friends are the men who spontaneously join you to drink at the bar or the girls who totally relate to yo

again, a mistake. “Nik, it is,” He corrected without looking at me. “Noted,” I was mentally punching my face. “I do have enough information about you but I am interested to know you as friends,” I was sure he had a meaning behind saying this but I couldn’t get it. When he noticed my opened mouth, he was quick to clear the foggy air, “Actually, I don’t have many friends and sometimes I really wish if someone could be with me and I can share my honest feelings with him, you know,” It was no secret that I had been helping people with my empathy but I had no idea that it was so all over my face.

I spat and let go of her hair, pushing her back. I looked up at Leah and glared at her. "Now you know what kind of friend you have,” I said, stressing the word ‘friend.’ I feared that word should be banned with the way it was being misused. She sighed and began to approach me with pain in her eyes, but I raised my hand, and she froze in her tracks. "That doesn't make you any better. You are still a homewrecker!” I spat and chuckles echoed in the place. The sympathy scribbled over her face faded and her fist clenched.

I want the world to know he's taken. "What's wrong?" He turns to me with a smile. When the others came up to us earlier to see if we wanted to go with them to find the pups, my hand was busy inside his pants. He had just slipped his hand between my legs when they walked up. I thought Damon was going to burst into flames with how embarrassed he was. He seems to be the shy one of the three siblings. Anton reeks of confidence and power, while Teegan has that tell-it-like-it-is attitude. Damon is soft and sweet. "I want to mark you now. I don't want to wait until later." I tell him.