Imaginary Friend (novel) Novels & Stories

I focus my gaze into Hugh's eyes, my heart filled with apprehension and determination. "Hugh," I begin, my voice steadier than I expected, "I come from a different reality. It's like a place out of your world. This world is just created through the imagination of someone who’s from my world. It’s an eBook called Bonded—where you and Yvanna Bautista are the main characters. In other words, in my world, you only exist in a novel but not as a real human,... I mean a werewolf. I don't know if it's magic or witchcraft, but somehow I ended up inside the novel, your world."

I envied her and I wished I was the one standing next to him, with his arms around my shoulder and my body pressing on his. “Dad, this is my friend. Remember the girl I told you I met on the first day on campus? She’s the one. Her name is Laura, and I love her so much, she’s my best friend.” Arlene let out excitedly, and while I loved the fact that she called me her best friend, I just didn’t think I deserved the title, considering the thoughts I was having about her dad. “And Laura, this is my dad. He’s Jackson, one of the youngest billionaires in the country, but he doesn’t like to show it… I do.” She let out, whispering the last part and making him giggle.

“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?”

I stood up, backing into the shadows behind me, and instantly the Nightmare Eyes surged forward, looking for me. It's the first thing I've done anything besides destroying one of them, so they had to watch me do it, which is exactly what I wanted. My illusions come from my imagination, an ability a lot like the long last nightmare Lord Imagery. Except for mine can't come to life. That doesn't matter, though. If people think they are real, then they're real when they see them. I let my eyes flutter Closed imagining that the structure I was standing on shifted to the opposite side.

"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.

"I think they grew an inch while I was gone. I wish they'd let me skip some of those stupid conventions." "Mmhmm," Troy hummed. He seemed distracted. "You okay?" "Oh yeah, fine. Do you see them?" He nodded towards the twins. "Yeah. We make pretty babies, Troy." "I mean..." He looked back at Lisa with a strange expression on his face. "I had...an...imaginary friend when I was a kid, and now the twins do." "You had an imaginary friend? I didn't know that. How old were you?" "I remember exactly now. She showed up in my bedroom doorway the night after you left for college. I could only see her silhouette, and I thought you changed your mind and came back. She looked exactly like you, in the dark

"I miss you so much... I wish I could find you in the real world too." Pain runs through my heart and I feel like crying. With how fake the real world felt, I want someone who I know will always be real. Peter and Mom don't help me feel grounded or supported at all. Mom is living in a fantasy world while Peter barely looks interested in anything. Without my best friend... I'm just lost.

My legs itches to tour the apartment till I can find a room that gives me a view of the city. I pick a book under the television stool and settle beside it. From the colour of the book, I know the book is dated back to a long long time ago. Most of the leaves are torn and there are childish sprawlings on some pages. I have read this book before- ‘’The caucasian chalk circle’’ A wave of nostalgia hits me as I recall my days of stealing identity cards to borrow books from a school's library. Now those books are lying under my bed, cold and forgotten.

Arpit and I are fond of novels, while he loves to read horror, I am a mystery-thriller fan. I was unwrapping the parcel when Aunty called him and he went to her, telling me to keep his books in his room. The books were 5 while I remembered ordering only 4. I thought to check why I have received an extra book. Horrified by the revelation, the book was The Red Journal. I thought I was hallucinating. I picked up the red book and stood in front of the mirror. It was not my hallucination, it was real, just like me.

"Don't call the police. Don't fight. It's all a misunderstanding." Willa smiled as she tried to calm him down. She then walked over to me and gave me a look. "Ryan, what are you doing here? Come on in. You're just in time. You're lucky enough to catch our family gathering." I frowned in confusion. Before I could even ask what was going on, her boyfriend, Sebastian Judd, leaned against the doorframe and spoke in a mocking tone. "Willa, is your childhood friend really that persuasive?" Willa paused, turned around, and winked at him.