친구에서연인 Novels & Stories

AMERIE I couldn't help but be surprised by my friend's statement. One more person in our circle had a date. That was big news. "Who is it, Blake?" I pushed Blakely to tell the story. The more details, the better. "Don't believe her, Amy. He's not my boyfriend," Blakely answered quickly. "We're just close friends." She wanted to make that clear. "I don't care if he is a boyfriend or not." But I had set my mind to find out. So I kept asking. "Who is he?"

They seemed surprised by her answer. “Oh wow!” The other exclaimed. “How come we’ve never you seen you before? Are you like a new girlfriend or something?” They smiled at her as they waited for an answer. Lucien said she had to pretend to be his girlfriend, but she couldn’t get the words out of her mouth. How should she describe her relationship to Will? His pet? His sex toy? His contractually obligated plaything? “I’m his friend,” was the answer she settled on. “Friend?” The first one said. They looked at each other. They seemed puzzled.

Ilona wants to know what Ziyan thinks about relationships and women. "Erm, no, I'm just too lazy to be around girls!" Ziyan answered. "Why? You're just an acquaintance? Besides, I'm also a girl, why would you want to be friends with me?" Ilona asked. "Yes, we're friends! If your friend says she's a fan, her orientation is different. She wants to be close to me because she likes me! That's different!" said Ziyan. "Oh, you mean you're comfortable being around me because we're just friends, right? You don't have any feelings like that?" Ilona asked in detail.

“Some things I can't tell you about happened and she got pregnant with Amy, at that point, she needed me as her friend and her supporter. She's the nicest female I have ever come across and we've been there for each other” I tried so hard to stop myself from scoffing but I couldn't help it. There for each other in the context of sexual intimacy? What kind of friends include sex in their friendship if they are not smitten with each other? I shifted from him, his hand on my thigh fell on the bed and I slightly cleared my throat while avoiding his gaze that was following my every move. He wouldn't believe me if I told him about the way Claire spoke to me yesterday. How do I tell him to change m

"If it brings a misunderstanding, we should just tell them the truth, right? So, the misunderstanding won't go any further in this case. Or... You tell them that we are..." Aimi sends the message without ending it. Hikari was so shocked when he read it. Before Aimi continue the message, Hikari quickly sent to Aimi "Well... I just tell them the same things that you said about us." Aimi didn't think that Hikari understands what does she mean by 'more than friends but less than lovers' so she asks Hikari "But if they ask you about what does it mean, what will you tell them?" So Hikari just tells Aimi about what did he used to tell the other about both of them "I just tell them that we are a par

Dong Jun said, “Just tell me…” Bo Ra said, “In this world, a guy and girl can’t be friends. Even if they started their relationship as friends they will change like our Ji Soon and Bae Ji. But we break that rule. We are being friends for years. But we don’t have any intentions other than friend. I know that Bae Ji is also thinking me in that way. And you too. And I want this to be continue.” Bo Ra’s answer make Dong Jun worry. Bo Ra said, “I am really lucky to have friends like you all.”

“He's… He's not my boyfriend yet. Uhm… He's just a friend.” “A friend? I wonder what kind of friend you'll compare to what I just told you. It's obvious I'm talking about people in love.” Valerie teased her. “Tell me, who is this friend of yours?” Susan raised a brow. Confused on what to say, Valerie snapped. “She's a colleague of mine.” Susan laughed. “A colleague, huh? Is it really a colleague of yours, or are you talking about yourself?” “Yes… I mean, no.” She gulped.

Winnie trailed off, still skeptical. I sighed and bit my lips. "I'm telling you the truth. I met this friend during the Unity Ball," I said, adding to my lie. She waved her hand. "Alright. Alright. I believe you. So what's the problem with this friend of yours?" I fiddled with my fingers. "Well, you see...she has been with this guy." "Oooh, she has a boyfriend?" I shook my head. "No. No. Not a boyfriend. Just a friend...who's a boy. Maybe not even a friend. Like an acquaintance? A business partner? Ah, whatever. They have a complicated relationship."

The line was so calm, so domestic, it felt like someone had reached in and swapped the soundtrack—passionate heat now replaced by playful sitcom air. “Friends?” I echoed, because I needed to hear the word aloud, to see where it landed on his face. He shrugged, like it was the most natural thing in the world to go from that to casual companionship. “Yeah. Friends.” I narrowed my eyes suspiciously. “You're unusually happy today.” He merely shrugged. “I finally got to see my favourite girl again after seven long fucking days. I'm ecstatic.” “Friend.” I corrected him playfully. Then his eyes hardened just a degree, dangerous again. “Friends who know which parts of you are mine.”