Wounds From A Friend Can Be Trusted Novels & Stories

"But he looks hurt." "I'm a werewolf Wraya, I can heal." And true enough, Stefanos’s quick healing abilities were already performing a number on him, fixing broken bones and torn skin, but that didn't mean the process wasn't painful. "How...How are you, Wraya?" Stefanos voice was soft, concern and guilt laced in his voice as he stared at the figure of his friend, something that he never admitted to himself. Yes, Wraya was his one and only loyal friend, and he was ashamed for not realizing that sooner.

Arielle is struggling to hold back her tears as she sees her friend applying medication to Gun's wound on his arm. She blames herself for why he got injured. Gun is lucky that he was able to dodge the knife held by the man who attacked them, but what if he hadn't? The wound is surely deep and he could even die. "Come back in three days to have your wound cleaned again," instructs Kim, her doctor friend who is treating Gun's injury. "Remember, don't wet the wound for now, okay?" she reminds him.

Beginning in ignorance, and choosing, again and again, to learn? The ink bled under my hand. I signed the page with the word Victor had given me tonight: Yours. And yet, as I set the pen down, one truth clawed at me. Friendship is another kind of trust. And tonight, I wasn’t sure I could still trust Jennifer.

"Foster- He shook his head, finally looking at me directly in the eye. "I warned you the first day you got here. I told you those guys aren't like us. They're.....different. In a bad way," he sighs when I flinch. "Look I don't want to sound upset." I swallowed the bitter pill that I had made the guy I consider my first friend here upset with me. "But I am disappointed," he mumble low, his voice straining with that same emotion he confessed to. "Guys like Raiden can't be trusted. Not when you're not one of them."

A mischievous smile teases her lips and she winks at me. "I think I know what is wrong", she drops the glass of wine and holds my arms tightly. "You had a bad day at work, right?" "What makes you think so?" I ask her, peering at her closely. Is this just an assumption on her path or does she really know what is happening at my company? Life as my father's son has taught me never to trust anyone 100%. Your closest friend can become your enemy within minutes. The only person I have ever trusted who didn't betray me was Helena and I have made a vow to punish anyone who betrays me.

He said calmly while healing his broken finger. "You… aren't angry that I broke your finger…?" "Why should I? It's normal for the weaker side to go all out and use cheap tricks. Besides, that's just how your father and I exchanged our training." Cheap tricks, huh. It felt like an insult for some reason. "You have been friends with dad that long…?" "Hmm… not really." He unmindfully avoided this topic. "But a friend's trust isn't decided by the amount of time they knew each other, isn't it?"

The one friend that I thought I could trust, and in the end, was proven very wrong. “Oh Tristan, it’s so good to see you again, bestie. I bet you thought you had seen the last of me all those years ago, right? Surprise, I’m still living, and still not afraid of you. I see you are still living in your dream world. Thinking you are better than everyone else. I’m going to show you that you are wrong,” he taunted, and lunged at me, barely missing my throat with his claws. I felt the blood begin to slightly trickle down my throat. Although he hadn’t been able to sink his claws in fully, he did nick me.

I know that I am crossing the line but dude, I am not exaggerating as I don't want to involve myself in them again. I became kind and befriended by these creatures, but they deceived me. They broke my trust and it will never go back to the way it used to be. Once the trust is broken, it will never be the same again like the glass having its crack. Sometimes, it is better to leave them broken than try to hurt yourself putting it back together. In my condition, I am not the only one who became hurt as I tried to put it back together but also the people around me.

His jaw was tight, but he didn’t grab the phone from me. “You were my friend,” I said. “And you were his wife. Friendship died in that bedroom the same day your marriage did.” “If you post that photo, you are not hurting Adrian. You are helping Damien keep me tied to a man who will not sign.” “Maybe I want you tied. Maybe I like watching you scramble and suffer.” My free hand curled into a fist. “What kind of human are you?? What did he promise you this time?” “I don’t think that is your business anymore.”

"I am simply concerned for you. You trusted the wrong people in the past, and it's not entirely your fault. Dad and I should have been there for you when you needed us, and your attachment to those deceitful individuals might not have occurred. Now, you place your trust in your friend Susan. Are you absolutely sure she is someone worthy of your trust? Can you be certain she will not break it? It's all I'm saying because I don't want you to be heartbroken in the future, because choosing a friend is very important."