Novel & Cerita Imaginary Friend Book

I had picked it out myself online—a pink one with a cat paw grip, because Lena loved cats. I walked over, keeping my voice as gentle as I could. “Hey, where did you get that phone?” The boy looked up at me and instinctively hid it behind his back. “Is it yours?” “N-no…” His voice was small, his eyes avoiding mine. “I’m not a bad person.” I crouched down so we were eye level. “The owner of that phone is a good friend of mine. She’s missing, and I’m trying to find her. Can you tell me where you found it?”

he asks. I am exasperated. “Do I know her? Who doesn’t know her? She’s only one of the greatest authors this generation has ever produced!” Thaddeus smiles knowingly. “She’s been looking for an illustrator, but no one seems to be the perfect fit. The book is about a little boy who goes in search of his lost teddy bear. It takes him on adventures to the rest of the world using just his imagination.” I’m so excited, I feel like I’m about to burst.

“You really believe this? Are you sure this isn't another one of your weird jokes?" “Have you even been listening to me? Of course I believe it!” I hugged myself even tighter. “The book… the one that lit up when I touched it. It had words written in it that I couldn't understand. I think maybe it was a spell, and so when I said it, I heard my best friend Lila." Rowan’s mouth pressed into a thin line. “Or you thought you did.” "There you go again. Do you honestly think that I imagined it?”

Should be trusted with anything and so that's why I never had a best friend or even a close friend as I believed that they'll hurt me in one way or the other someday, I started to learn how to Be a bookworm and before I knew it I became a bookworm and became best friends with the characters in the book I read, though I often feel sad when I finish reading a book as I would have developed a particular kind of attraction to the characters in the book. Throughout all this, I only had two people that I trusted and that I was very close to and the two people were none other than my mom and my Darling cousin Sia who was so caring and loving, though we weren't together most of the time as she was s

It quickly disappeared though, making me feel like I was over reading things. She suddenly stopped talking to stare at me. “What?” I asked in surprise. “I’m talking too much,” an awkward laugh escaped from her as she rubbed the back of her neck in a nervous gesture. “What? No, I’m the one that asked you to tell me about the book, remember? You remind me of my friend. He loves supernatural creatures like you too and he is always talking about traveling the world and meeting them. The both of you will make good friends,” “Yeah? He is your friend in your old pack?”

When I lift my head so my eyes meet his it is like he knows what I am thinking as a small smile is stretched crossed his face like I just told him a secret. "What is your favorite thing to do?" "Read books that way I can pretend to be someone else for a bit." "I like to do that two sometimes. But I am going to get you to see the world and adventure out of your shell some." "You make it sound like we are BFFs already. What makes you think that I want to be your friend after this project?" "That hurt a little sweetheart. I know that will are going to be friends and deep down you that too."

I’m not used to him staring at me with full interest. “Don’t worry, I’ll be safe. As long as I don’t have the book. A friend of mine helped me make them believe the book is damaged. He helped me a lot. We made a fake copy with only three original chapters, and somehow, we made sure they knew it got burnt. So don’t worry, okay?” He looked serious, just as I thought he would calm down and let it slide… “He?” “Of course…” I was totally confused as to why he pointed it out. “He’s my childhood friend. You’ll still know him. He’s a very good guy.”

I miss school too! Please put a smile on my face by rating this book and my other books on this website. Leave your comments. I really need more friends on this app. ~Signed: Oma💜

I smile looking at him making different faces and replied. “BECAUSE… … I love reading book it give me a piece and their only one who never leave me and will always spend time on me. they never complained about anything and always ready to be with me.” I sadly smile towards him remembering my lonely time which was not anymore lonely since book became my friends. but somewhere , I always feeling a void inside me. I didn't know what that was. “You are speaking as if you are talking about a person.” He said while raising his brows.

And it was then that I stopped crying. +++++++++ Story 2: Imaginary Playmates? So here are a few more stories about my invisible friends. Thing is, I don't seem to remember these stories or my strange playmates... But my parents did. They said that I grew up a cheerful child, that I was so cheerful I was usually the one being played on by unknown creatures in the area. There was one time when Mama left me at home because she needed to buy something for the meal she was cooking, and Papa was in the city to work. He only returned home during weekends.