Book Of Lost Friends Novels & Stories

I wasn't really thinking it through when I started cooking, I just needed a distraction. I wiggle my hips as the music begins to change. My favorite words are coming up. “Bells will be ringing.. The sad, sad news... Oh, what a Christmas, to have the blues... My baby's gone... I have no friends... to wish me greetings, once again..” Damn, this song is literally me. I feel tears well in my eyes. I have no friends. After Wilder died, Katie and Lena reached out. They tried with me, but I shut them down. Now, my two best friends and I haven't talked in months. Wyatt was a friend and so much more, and now we are nothing. I've lost everyone because I pushed them away.

And still, each silently promised, Analina’s story was not finished—not while their hearts kept searching the horizon for the girl with sunlight in her hair. The Day the World Changed In the swirling confusion of that sunlit afternoon, as the laughter of her friends faded into frantic shouts, Analina felt the world shift under her feet. The familiar warmth of the playground—the tang of licorice in the air, the dust swirling at her ankles, the chorus of voices that had always felt like home—was suddenly eclipsed by the looming shadows of strangers. Fear surged up, cold and sharp, but she stood rooted, refusing to let it show. She would not give them the satisfaction of her tears. Her heart ha

"You shut your mouth, Noah. Have you lost your mind? What do you mean, I stole the woman you didn't want? You need to get your head checked out by a shrink, man. "Are you trying to drive a wedge between me and my girlfriend because you want her for yourself? Well, let me tell you—I'm never giving you that chance. Besides, Irene's not blind. She's not into trash like you." I felt like a pair of giant hands were squeezing my heart, crushing me until I couldn't breathe. It turned out that all those years of friendship, in Lenny's eyes now, meant less than a woman whose real identity was still questionable. By now, I had to admit the truth that Lenny had never truly seen me as his best friend, l

“Father’s been out of his mind searching for you. And now this…arrangement is hanging by a thread.” “I couldn’t marry someone I don’t know, Sarge. Would you?” Sarge sighed, running a hand through his hair. “No, I wouldn’t. But it’s complicated.” “I know. That’s why I need your help,” I said, my voice steady. “I need the Book of the Moon.” Sarge’s eyes widened. “The Book of the Moon? Are you crazy? Do you even know what you’re asking for?” “I do. It’s the only way I can help my friends.”

Working next to him last night helped me forget my lost love until now. I make it back to the courtyard next to Eurydice's room. I sit down on one of the stone benches, the sound of trickling water calming the irregular beat of my heart. And then the flood of tears escape with a heart-wrenching sob. A little girl's history lesson for the day pierced the wall I was trying so valiantly hard to keep up.

I checked his browsing history, folders, and download records one by one until I opened the cache of a ticket booking app. My hand froze. One month ago. Tristan told me he was going to Northaven on a three-day business trip. I had even helped him pack his suitcase. But the booking record showed he hadn’t bought a ticket to Northaven. He had bought a ticket to Valoria, to the city of Silverridge. The departure time was one day earlier than Lena’s. The return time was two days after Lena went missing. The sound of running water in the bathroom stopped. I quickly shut down the laptop, walked back to the living room, sat on the couch, and picked up my phone, pretending to scroll through videos.

We are old friends. - owner? A man? - Yes, I'm bisexual. Does it displease you? - Noooo. - she says immediately. – I have nothing against it, by the opposite. Some time ago, before I arrived here, I found a book that some human had forgotten or lost. It was about two friends who became lovers. Two men. – she blushes – there were very interesting scenes. – She says remembering the book “My Best friend & I” by the writer A.P. Morgan.

Dear Diddy, I think I am losing my friends. I don’t know what to do Diddy, I don’t want to lose my friends. The reason I am still sane is because of the friends I have - or once had. Now they don’t want anything to do with me. They all claim they have personal issues they need to work on and I was not helping issues by projecting my problems in them. I don’t know what to do Diddy, I don’t want to end up friendless. I’m freaking out! _ Friendless.

LAYTON The morning after the day out at the Freedom Trail, I felt like I was walking on sunshine. Like a fucking rock star. Whenever I spent time with Marissa and Annie, they made me feel like this. Something clicked in me when I got to see them and it felt damn good. The memories of Annie’s excited chatter and happy laughter replayed in my head on a loop. Along with the ones of Marissa’s smiles and the contented look in her eyes. Even Denise got a few seconds of brain-time on the highlight reel.