Imaginary Friend Book Novels & Stories

I was man enough to admit my best friend was built much like the buildings he’d made his living building. “I think Annie likes me, actually,” I told him, quite sure Annie had given me a much easier time than Craig might have as a child. “She was sweet. She loved fishing, so I think I won a couple of points there.” He rolled his eyes. “Suck up. I never thought I would see the day you were looking to score points with a six year old girl.” “Neither did I, actually,” I chuckled. “When you put it like that, I can see why you don’t believe me. I’m not sucking up though, I just wanted to do something fun with them.”

Usually, she was jumping between Kaelen and Alex, but was mostly with Kaelen. "Oh, I think you do," Amanda took a step closer, "You know, for a girl who's practically invisible, you certainly have a very vivid and wild imagination. Especially when it comes to my boyfriend!" She leaned her face into Elias, invading her personal space,"Or should I say, Fantasy boyfriend," And that was when it finally hit Elias, and a chill ran down her spine all the way down to her bones. The book. It was...her Fantasy book.

Kei smiled again seeing Shima getting happier. He looked back at the page about the magical half. Kei looked at Freddy. He has read this book a lot and he already knows how to call the name of a djin or demon in himself. He just needs to know who this half -magician really is. Finally the answer after a few weeks ago had been answered, he did not think there was info about the magic half in this book. He can't continue reading, he needs a break for half an hour or maybe after school hours. He needs to continue reading and memorizing at home only.

i walk to my sit and smile when i see what they wrote on my writing desk MONKEY GIRL . . .i smile cause if really am a monkey they won't be staying in the same class with me . . . .i rest my head on the desk . .and go into the dreamland . . . .i dream about me holding a toy playing with it . . someone come from nowhere and want to collect it . . .as am draging it from his hand . .suddenly he become a zombie and bite me. . ....ahhhhhhhh . . . i scream out in real life.

I said, rolling my eyes. She furrowed her brows. "Who are they?" I heaved a sigh. "The characters in my books," "Oh good lord. You are literally talking about them like they are real people. You need help." I nodded. "I agree." "Help with what?" Mario interrupted, taking an empty seat at the table. I sat up nervously as my heart picked up. I shared a look with Imogen. "Uh....her studies. She is a little bit behind," Imogen lied, making me nod.

I reach into my hair for my pencil, pull out one long, loose curl that falls down against my neck. “Well, if you don’t need anything…”I begin to say. “Wait.”He stammers fidgeting a little bit, well I guess his friends had finally let him on the know. “Yes?” He lowers his eyes and picks up a book from the counter in front of me. It’s"Wet Dreams" by Josie frank. The boy’s palm covers the illustration on the front cover. He flips the book sideways and runs his finger down the spine. Now comes the break point. Will he ask, or will he leave here with only a book. The boy swallows. I can hear the sound as loud as if it was my own throat. He slides the book across the counter toward me. His fingers

“I see him in flashes. I used to think he was my imaginary friend. He would come to me after my dad left. It's funny. He was a vampire. My imaginary friend was a vampire and my dad was a wolf. Tell me I didn’t have a screwed-up childhood. He still talks to me in my dreams. He always tells me he is looking for me and my sister. Thing is, I don't have a sister.” Quinn was intrigued by her story. “Go on?” “There is not much to tell. I must have been six or seven when he first showed up in my playroom. I was playing dress-up with my dolls, and he sat down beside me and handed me an outfit. Over the years he came back and talked to me. He told me stories about the universe and magic

But the timing was awful with everything she lost. Now, she was calm. He could sense the constant storm of her emotions abated and that she was just enjoying the sound of the night time crickets beneath the dazzling stars. “Who was the other child? Is that the only associate you have?” He asked softly, stroking her hair tenderly. “Blake has been my only friend.” She admitted softly. After a moment of silence, she added “And my imaginary friend mimi.” Her voice indicated how ridiculous she thought an imaginary friend was.

“I’m stronger and more capable than you think.” “I know,” he said, a flicker of pride in his eyes. “That’s what scares me.” Releasing me, he walked over to a bookshelf, retrieving a book that initially seemed to hold the answers I sought. But its plain cover and nondescript binding left me feeling disappointed. “Is this it?” I asked, trying to mask my disillusionment. Sarge shrugged. “It’s not real. We never stole the real book. When Dad was nearly at war, he created this as a peace offering. It never came to that.”

Arianna POV. I waited for the reply, I didn't dare to call again, what if I get in trouble or the guy call my uncle or parents, I decided to stay quiet and wait for him to contact me again. Andy asked about imaginary friend again, if he's still imaginary or if I managed to manifest him, he's either way too smart or just playing dumb with me. "I'm waiting for him," I say, I'm waiting for an answer for sure. "I just want you to be happy Ari, even if you have to love an imaginary friend," he says hugging close.