Long Lost Friend Novels & Stories

Finally, I was alone My phone beeped on the vanity in front of me, interrupting my happy thoughts. I peered at the screen and let out a small chuckle. It was another message from Langston, my best friend. 'How's my favourite bride?' It read. I unlocked my phone and typed out a reply 'Oddly calm and craving whiskey' Langston and I met a few years ago, while I was trying to get my GED. Lang was the unfortunate teacher assigned to the class and after we bonded over simultaneous equations, we've been basically inseparable.

For the first time in his life,he cried for his best friend Few weeks after they met at the market, he called her and they meet up at a nice restaurant. There, he told her his feelings,he expressed how much he loved her but Zuwairah turned him down. She told him she preferred them being friends,he felt bad but has no choice but to oblige. If that's what will make her happy then he's ready to do anything for her and that was how they became best of friends. They don't even hide anything from each other Yusuf couldn't handle it as he leave his colleagues to take care of the rest "he needs to do something for his friend,he can't just loose her just like that" he thought walking out

I feel our tail wag again. "My name's Leonder, but my friends call my Leo" He starts rubbing the sides of our face. There's nothing in his eyes but adoration and contentment as he stares into Honour's dark blue eyes. He glances back over at his jeep, it's still running and the driver side door is wide open towards the road.

“ Fuck, thank god, I almost lost hope of meeting with you again, “ He said to himself. He dialed the number of his mother. “ Hello, mom you won’t believe that with whom I met “, Hercules said to her mother. “ What happened Hercules ? “, Anjali asked in the phone call. “ No, I will not tell you now, just cook lots of tasty Indian dishes and not forget to make carrot sweet “, Hercules asked. “Did you invite any of your friends? “, Anjali asked. “ Yeah, a very old friend whom I finally met after four years “, Hercules replied. “ Ok, then I am waiting to meet your old friend “, she replied. “ I bet you will be happy once you met her “, Hercules replied and cut the call.

She added and I gave her a look. “It’s been a year since I dated him!” I beamed. Jericho Marquez is my ninth boyfriend but we only lasted for a month and a half. But even then, I still hold the longest record on all of his flings. He’s a real playboy, just like his best friend, Hades Cortez, who I dated before him. Upon saying those words, I saw Jericho glance at me in my peripheral vision. I looked at Genina and she’s grown stiff and motioned behind me.

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.”

I tried to make excuses but I was pretty bad at it. “Oh? So why do you look like a wet cat? You're sweating so much and your eyes are glistening. Tell me what she said.” My profile hardened as my lips parted, “It wasn't her. It was her best friend and she said to move on because Vanessa already moved on.” “Really? I knew that girl was up to no good." “So what are you going to do now, son?”

"Jayden and I grew up together, he is my childhood friend, do you have someone like that?" "Yeah, something like that. I used to have a friend like that, we grew up together but I recently realized that she was not on the same wave length with me, so we are no longer close, besides she suddenly disappeared and I have not heard from her in forever." She pointed out and I am even more curious. "Wow, what do you mean by wave length?" I asked curiously.

For three years, Damon had existed at the center of my world so completely that sometimes I genuinely struggled to remember what my life looked like before him. At first, he was simply my best friend. The charming, frustratingly handsome business student who sat beside me during freshman orientation while making sarcastic comments under his breath about the dean’s painfully long speech, and by the end of that day, we were already laughing together like we had known each other forever. Then came the late night study sessions, the coffee dates that stopped feeling platonic far too quickly. And eventually, Damon became the person I called first every morning and the last person I spoke to every

She added, and I saw her holding her tears. “I—I don't know—” I stuttered, but struggling just chuckled. “I don't know how long you will be here, and I don't care. I sincerely hope our paths don't cross again, Mathew Royce.” She beamed as she walked out of the door, and that was when I realized what I just lost. I lost the only genuine friendship I found growing up; I tainted her soul and left her to pick up the pieces, but I had a lot of years to regret that in this hellish place.