Lego Friends Novels & Stories

Lego was my thing as a kid. “Can I play?” I asked, hoping he’d say yes. He nodded and held out a flat Lego board for me to start building on. I smiled happily and moved to sit on the floor in front of Ashley’s legs. Not long after I joined in, DJ abandoned whatever it was that he was making, in favour of helping me build the robot I was constructing. His expression was awed as we joked around and worked together. Once the robot was built, we made him one exactly the same, and then smashed them both up by having an epic robot battle.

"Max Cairncross, I will ask you one last time. Are you lending me the money or not?" I said each word clearly. "No. I am not." Dylan completely broke down. He yanked a necklace out from under his collar. It held a transparent bottle pendant, smaller than his pinky. Inside the bottle was a rolled-up strip of paper that said: "Max Cairncross is my only best friend." I had one around my neck too. Mine said: "Dylan Price is my only best friend." We gave each other those bottles after graduating high school. They symbolized lifelong friendship.

My eyes swept over their smiling faces, and I no longer felt the slightest flutter I once did. My friend sounded annoyed. “We were reluctant to see you leave back then, but honestly, it’s good you did. Michael acted like a tyrant in class every day because he knew he had Lena to back him up. After you left, he spread rumors about you nonstop, and we couldn’t debunk them fast enough. And that useless Lena acted blind and defended him at every turn—seriously, strangers not knowing is one thing, but after 10 years of friendship with you, she still helped him bully you?”

What a pipe dream! After they finished dealing with Finn, I immediately hugged my mother. “Mom, I’ve missed you so much!” My mother gently patted my head. “Sweetheart, is there something you’re forgetting to tell me? Aren’t you going to introduce your friend?” Only then did I remember that Douglas was there, standing rigidly. I introduced him to my mother. “Mom, this is Douglas. He’s the one who helped me through my heat. And now, well, he’s my boyfriend.”

Frowning slightly, Gary said with anger, “That’s because he doesn’t deserve to be a member of the Hans family!” Startled by the sudden loud voice of Gary, Yohan shivered, and the Lego bricks in his hand dropped to the floor. With an apologetic look on his face, Gary hurriedly said, “I’m sorry, Yohan. Don’t be afraid. I’m not scolding you. Look, this is the Transformers toy I bought for you. Do you like it?” “Yes... I like it,” Yohan nodded and said in a low voice. “Who is your favorite superhero?”

She finishes firmly and I get a little smile on my face as she looks up at me. "You're right." I say and she nods. "It took me a long time to figure it out. I'm not as smart as you." She says with a grin. I slip my hand under the shirt she's wearing, running my fingers along the curve of her waist. "I just never cared what anyone else thought of me. I've been called a nerd and a loser my whole life. I found friends in video games and Dungeons and Dragons. People who were like me and, quite honestly, they're a lot more accepting than the rest of society. They don't care what you look like, how much money you make, how many followers you have on whatever app is most popular at the moment. All

A L E X I S The pain of seeing your best friend—the person you've loved since you realized what it meant to like a guy more than a friend—fall for another woman is worse than breaking a bone and feeling every motion; even watching your world shatter doesn't compare because it all happened to be. I broke a bone in kindergarten when falling off a bike, my parents separated when I was sixteen, and I witnessed everything I knew fall apart, another woman take my mother's place, and me being pushed from daddy's spoiled princess to daddy's hardworking girl.

de Luca, but because they see me as Hope, the girl who loves ballet and wishes to dance for many people. Our friendship is based on who we are, and if any of us are chosen, I'm sure we'll cheer, but we'll also be heartbroken to lose one of our friends. We've grown up together since elementary school, as they are all daughters of important people here in the capital, from politicians to celebrities.

She tilted to look at Elena, making Elena notice she has a dimple as she gulped in. “That’s your puppet over there. And now you guys are having an argument and you’re not talking anymore. All this because of a girl, what’s her….” “It’s shit. And please keep your mouth shut.” “Sarah. And as of now, you don’t have a friend. The only one you have is busy with her arts and barely have time for you.” “And where are you heading with this? I’ve told you, just because you got me that doesn’t mean we’re friends. Know that.” Elena retorted, hissing lowly and looking elsewhere.

“No. It’s great.” “If by great, you mean chaotic, loud, and crazy, you’re right,” he said dryly. I chuckled, watching Kylie totter over to where some of the adults were building a structure with Lego bricks. She sat down with a thump, waving her hands, looking excited, watching them with wide eyes. “They certainly like Lego,” I observed. Richard chuckled. “They have building contests all the time. Evan is a huge fan. All the boys are.” He was quiet for a moment, then spoke.