Letter To A Great Friend Novels & Stories

**** My dear Friend Vikrant With many greetings, I'm glad to inform you that I have written my biography as you want. I'm thankful to have you as my best friend, who knows every bad and good sight of mine, which always proved as a comrade for me. You are the one who encouraged me to write it. I have kept my journal in the cupboard, which is in the basement, Our secret place. I'm writing this letter to you as I am not feeling well and I can feel I can not live long. Promise me that you will take care of my Harsh.

Johnson, Greetings to you! I am Barry, and to simply put here, I wrote this letter to you because, First I know you, not just know, but I know everything to you. I know you're curious why I seem to know you but the reason you're reading this letter because of your parents. Further explaining that, I want you to come to this adress. RJG Corp. Y street, saturday at 1:00 pm. I don't mean no harm. I just want to talk to you. Sincerely Yours,

“You’re so dramatic. Alicia, say hi. This is Alex.” I leaned into frame and waved awkwardly. “Hi. The infamous Alex.” “Infamous?” He laughed, his dark eyes crinkling. “I’ll take it. Mirabel talks about you all the time. The bookish best friend who kept her from failing econ.” “That was all her,” I said. “I just provided snacks and threats.” “See?” Mirabel nudged me. “She’s humble too. Alex, tell her about your dad’s investment thing.”

"It's all pretty much a blur, the hospital visit." "As for the obvious link," Neal said, jumping back to the other thing I said. "If so, that will be yet another red mark on their record. They can't keep running from their dirty dealings forever. I should know." "I hope you're right," I said with a sigh. "Truth is, Neal, I miss you, but as a friend. Just a friend. I need friends in times like this, not someone looking to take me to bed or go anywhere romantically. I don't want you to misinterpret what I'm saying."

“Sorry about Ava, I admit, I was jealous of her. She suddenly announced on national TV that my best friend was hers and I was so jealous and hurt, I didn’t realize that I was hurting you in the process. Astrid you and I have been friends for way too long and I love you so much as if you were my sister. Nobody has ever threatened our friendship until Ava.” I sigh, my anger dissipating. “Lily, I love you so much and you will always, always be my best friend. If you were a man I would have probably married you a long time ago.” She giggles and holds my hand. “Ava is nothing but my client and maybe, a friend but not my best friend. You will always be my best friend and I love, love, love you my

"Where are you going?" "Goodbye!" Without looking back, I dashed out of the room. Scott McFarland? Fuck! I couldn’t believe I’d slept with my friend’s dad!

She roared at him in dismay. He nods. “With or without the CEO position, I’m still rich, Hannah. I still have the money to hire people to do things for me.” He replied casually as he took another slice of lasagna. “Why don’t you read the letter while I continue eating?” He suggested. ~To my dearest friends... As I sit down to write this letter, my heart is filled with a whirlwind of emotions. I've endured too much and lost far too many… It’s sad to admit, but the time has come for me to say goodbye as I need time alone to search for my own happiness...

she muttered under her breath and began to write. "Hey Jordan" She started with the intention of making the letter soun friendly. He was her boss but right now, she was more like a friend trying to ease the pain of a coworker "I am really sorry about your loss and I can't tell you I know how you feel because not everyone feels the same way about situations or losses. I kknow you said you needed to take time off to get yourself together and I completely understand that now. Your absence had really made my days feel more lonely and I missed our conversations, but now I understand your reason for sending that message to me. Forgive me, I am so sorry I didn't push to ask you what was wrong or yo

A beautiful friendship displayed, a bond like no other not hidden and true happiness shown through our eyes. There's a deep meaning behind this picture, this is the picture I cried over, I'd looked it over so many times because I was calling out to him, wanting him to come back, wanting him to come back to me. My best friend. I take a seat on one of the steps, grabbing a hold of the many letters on the floor. There are dfferent coloured envelopes with different types of style writing yet his words. Oh God his words. He'd written to me but how is it possible that I never saw none of these?

she finished. Then she turned back, walking languidly to her bed. I pulled away from Hayden and opened the envelope. Inside, our friendship ring—the one from 5th grade. It was a cheap plastic ring that Jake and I used to play with back in the day. My chest constricted. If Jake returned this, it only meant one thing—that our friendship was really over. There was no hope of getting back together. Heartbreak hit me like a physical punch. “I… why?” My voice cracked.