Imaginary Friend Book Novels & Stories

"I never had an imaginary friend. Assy was real, and he was the only one who cared for me after Mom. You were only devoted to Lunar Crest and serving the alpha like a great Beta." "Luna!" "Father!" She retorted. "Assy is going to come back." Her Dad pretended to understand. "He will never come back. It's been years, Luna. He never existed; you only imagined him because you were lonely." "I was lonely, I admit, but Assy taught me how to manage it. I can be alone and still have a great friend." "A friend that only comes at night? I could only hear your giggling; I thought you "Father, don't start," She interrupted, not wanting to delve into that topic.

(Frank) Or our guy bestfriend Harmony? Our female bestfriend and fighter Tenda? Our annoying brother Elvis? Or that friend who is like a bro Blake? Or our goofy and silly idiot Ifeanyi? Our twin sister Fahvour? Or even Stephanie Green and Amy? Who did you think added spice to this book. Please I would really appreciate it if you tell me.❤❤

Mom got permission from the alpha to appreciate his son with a meal for saving his daughter and he agreed since mom was one of his commendable workers. Aiden came over, and brought his friend along who had insisted on coming- Ryan. And that was how a long time friendship was built in two days? I chuckled out loud and Aiden raised his brows, before shaking them. "You've been lost in your thoughts for days now. Care to share whatever is going on in there?" He asked in a mocking tone. I only shook my head, with a scoff. I snatched the book from his hands before he could realize. "It's a ridiculous book, I know, you don't have to plaster it all over my head" I said with a low hiss, tucking the b

Thin, continuous pain registered belatedly. Originally I would not have been so upset, I told myself it was just a betrayal by a friend and that it was no big deal. But the line called friendship was the one Lena had chosen to cross first. The day we decided to transfer schools together, she pulled me to a bar to drink and celebrate our liberation. Ambiguous lights lingered around us, and I watched the person I had quietly liked for years and felt a little dazed.

“My social battery is drained. Other than that, I joined the kendo club, discovered that its president is a nutjob and I may or may not have found Mitsuri's long-lost sister.” “Who?” “Ayaka.” “Oh. Either way, it's good that you're making your own friends. Now you'll spend less staying inside all day during the weekend and go out instead.” “There's nothing wrong with binging shows, books and snacks all day.” “It's bad for you.” “My book boyfriends would disagree.” “What?” “You heard me.” “So now I’m competing with fictional characters?” “I wouldn’t call it a competition but to each their own.” “Ouch.”

Because just ahead, picking flowers with butterflies dancing around her, was Fate. Elara released a breathy, excited giggle and skipped toward her. “Hi, Faith!” she squealed, practically glowing as she reached her. She still held Jaxon’s hand, tugging him forward. Fate turned, smiling warmly. “Hey, Elara. Hi, Jaxon.” Elara halted, blinking. Her head snapped toward Jaxon, confusion stamped across her tiny face. “Wait…you know Faith too?” Jaxon rubbed his nose with the back of his wrist, eyes still red. He nodded quietly. “She’s… my imaginary friend.”

For almost 300 chapters, I wrote the story of six imaginary characters, and somewhere along the line, I forgot that they were just a figment of my imagination. I fell in love with their pain and their stories, and for one year, they were the one constant in my otherwise unbalanced life. If you are reading this, then they grew on you, too. Thank you for staying with me as I poured my imagination onto paper. Our journey has to end here, but this journey would have been nothing without you, my precious readers. I hope you stay back and become more than just a reader but part of the family. If you hang on a bit longer, we could also grow along with the new characters in my new books.

Izzy was just quiet as she listened to me as I spoke while giving her the books to pile in the boxes. "We're rich, Izzy, but no money could help me escape Rian or my mind. We tied therapy a few times before Rian, but they never worked. They only made me wore, because I feel like I can't breathe on my own," I looked at the book in my hand and it was one of my favorite books, The samurai game by Christine Feehan. "These books," I whispered as a tear fell from my eyes, "they need to go. I need to face my reality, and these books are preventing me from doing it," Izzy stood up and hugged me.

In as much as I'm ready to protect my son, I don't know how to wipe down that one incident down. It was in a small community center just across town. Rows and rows of books filled the room. Derrick was immediately lost between shelves, holding up colorful titles with wide eyes. "Mom! Aunt Lila! Look! Dinosaurs and Space Explorers in one book!" "Get it," Ava laughed, grabbing it for him. "And maybe this one too? It's about wolves." "Like the ones in your stories?" he asked. She nodded. "Exactly." Derrick shrugged, already marching toward the fantasy book section like he owned the place. "Books are my best friends. They don't yell. They don't lie. They just tell stories."

—Flashback— “Bronx, there’s a monster in my closet. Maybe it’s a witch.” I peek into his room. He’s reading a book. I bet it doesn’t have pictures. He says books with pictures are little kid books. I like books with pictures though. Maybe when I’m ten like him, I won’t like picture books anymore? That sounds boring. I’ll like picture books forever. “There’s no monster or witch in your closet.” He keeps reading. “It’s your imagination.”