Long Lost Friend Novels & Stories

Lila said and I nodded. “Sorry, I haven’t really been able to check my phone. How are you?” I asked, pulling out a knife and another board to assist her. “I’m alright. I’ve missed you.” She responded and I gave her a small smile. Lila was the only friend in the entire pack I had managed to get and actually keep since my only other friend disappeared completely from my life. We were complete opposites with the things we liked and with our personalities but somehow we made it work.

Dear Diddy, I think I am losing my friends. I don’t know what to do Diddy, I don’t want to lose my friends. The reason I am still sane is because of the friends I have - or once had. Now they don’t want anything to do with me. They all claim they have personal issues they need to work on and I was not helping issues by projecting my problems in them. I don’t know what to do Diddy, I don’t want to end up friendless. I’m freaking out! _ Friendless.

Standing amidst the bustle of travelers, a familiar silhouette emerged from the crowd—a strikingly beautiful woman, older now but unmistakable. “Angela?” the woman called hesitantly. “My dear Aurora!” “Angela Palmer! My long-lost friend!” They embraced tightly, tears flowing freely. It had been twenty years, and seeing each other again after all this time was overwhelming. Aurora had never forgotten her friend, who had seemingly vanished into thin air. Despite all their efforts to find her, she had disappeared. Eventually, Mr. Lawson, who worked for Marcus, had advised them to move on, saying she was likely safe and elsewhere. Though it broke Aurora’s heart, she had accepted it.

Damian experienced a deep loss when Joy, his best friend and source of happiness, mysteriously disappeared. Joy was his best friend since childhood, someone who was always there to listen and support Damian through the challenges in his life. Losing Joy was a heavy blow for Damian, and the loss changed his life profoundly.

’ She had her head in her palms. ‘it’s okay Jasmine, I forgive you.’ I replied. I felt a burden in my chest move. The honest truth is that I have missed Jasmine, she is my longest friend and I miss having someone to have fun with and talk to. During my wedding preparation with the kidnapping stuff and all the opposition from some people, I really missed having her around. I felt utterly alone without her. ‘I have missed you Jas.’ I added resting my head on her shoulders. ‘Lorie..’ her voice trailed off as she fell into tears.

Friend. The word echoed in her mind, amplifying the sadness she already felt, making it nearly unbearable. It was a term that held so much weight, dragging her back to college days when being his friend was all she was ever allowed to be. In those early years, she wore the title like a badge, taking pride in being someone he could lean on. But each time he turned to her for comfort, it felt like a bittersweet reminder of her place in his life. Once he found his footing, once he emerged from the depths of his despair, she was left in the shadows, alone and heartbroken. The cycle felt all too familiar, and the pain of that memory flooded back like an unwelcome tide.

Our last real text exchange was from two days ago—something stupid about a client's ridiculous request for "organic metallics." I could call him. Demand real answers. Try to understand how we got from there to here. Instead, I deleted his number. Then I went through my phone methodically. Deleting texts. Photos. Inside jokes that weren't funny anymore. We'd only been friends for a couple of months—not even three, really. It should have been easy to erase someone I'd known for such a short time. But somehow Troy had felt like my longest friend. Like someone who'd always been there, even though I could count the weeks we'd actually known each other. Maybe that made it worse. That I'd trusted h

We struggled through the language barrier for what felt like forever before they understood. “You’re saying your friend might be down below the cliff?”

The man who was the sole reason why she was rejecting all men she met and was introduced with through her. Maybe through the man named Elian Anderson, her long lost best friend could be the way she used to be back then. The man with light orange hair sitting on the bar's seat, was talking to some random man when his phone informed that he had received a notification. He chocked on his drink. His partner patted him on the back asking him what happened. What the h*ck!? Was this really true?? Actually true? "Just wait and watch. I will get married in the group first. I'll let you become my flower girl." A distant memory came to his mind.

Life wasn't all I wanted it to be but I kept grinding my way trying to aid the survival of my younger sister and I. ******* It was a cold saturday evening at home when I got a call. My phone rang repeatedly almost vibrating off our parlour table. I looked closely at the number and saw it was my closest male friend Jeremy in my department. "Diana!! what's up I have news" he said with a rushing voice, it seemed he was very excited and had some juicy information to spill out to me. Jeremy was a fun loving young man. He was a ladies magnet, every girl on campus had eyes for him not just for his looks and his hair but they also admired his brain and sense of humor.