Long Lost Friend Novels & Stories

I look at the marble stone and run my fingers along the white, engraved words that read, 'In Loving Memory of Jessica Danvers April 15, 1968 - October 21, 2009, Beloved wife, mother, daughter and friend. A lone tear drips down the side of my face. If she were here I know she would've told me what to do. Noah hasn't talked to me in weeks. When we work together it's strictly business. I attempt to make friendly conversation or get him to talk about what happened, but it's to only to have him tell me he has to get back to work or he's busy. I miss him. Right now he's treating me like a complete stranger and I don't blame him, but it doesn't mean it doesn't hurt.

she waves goodbye to each child as they go out the room one by one, as they were all being picked up by parents and drivers. The last kid goes out, she noticed a cerulean blue coloured jug, with a name on it. "Charleston Dale Albertson". She ran outside and shouted his name, hoping that the kid or the driver will hear. "Charlie! You left this, honey!" Charlie went back running to her, and the man who is holding his hand turned. Everything has seemed to stop. It was Jon, wearing a white and blue striped sweater, and grey trousers. Jon started walking towards her, and everything seemed to be moving at a very slow pace. It was the most awkward moment of their lives, and as Charlie grabs the jug

I added, didn’t wait for their response before heading out. I heard Finn yell out to me. “Don’t be late.” I gestured to my driver as soon as I got out, hoped into the car and instructed the driver to head to the company. It has been seventeen good years since I lost my best friend, and ever since then I’d been looking for his kids, but it was hard because I didn’t even know their name, and I’d never seen them physically. The only thing I had left from them was a picture I took from my friend’s wallet after the accident, it was a picture of his two kids.

A Larasati. Long story short, it turned out that my good friend, Gunawan, liked Larasati. I was jealous because I approached him slowly and he always dodged, but for some reason Gunawan got along with him. I don't know how Gunawan can get close to Laras. To be honest, I don't have any other friends besides Sisca. My only friend, who is rarely even friends with me because he has a girlfriend, is indeed the child of people who are quite well off. His life is always arranged here and there. Gunawan too. The difference is that somehow my parents are very different from Gunawan's parents. He can freely make friends with anyone.

Ok, I lied, I was trying to be sociable, though I always failed completely. A total failure in all social settings. So, I gave up trying to talk at social gatherings. Thus, the comment of me having a chip on my shoulder. Lucky for me there are some people, like Eliza, who still tried to become friends with me. When we started talking at work, she understood that certain settings makes me uncomfortable. That didn't stop her from inviting me though. I appreciated the invitation every time she asked, even though I turned her down every single time. And that is how our long-lasting friendship started. "So, Orion is going to join us, if you don't mind" she stated. I smiled at her with a little c

"You shut your mouth, Noah. Have you lost your mind? What do you mean, I stole the woman you didn't want? You need to get your head checked out by a shrink, man. "Are you trying to drive a wedge between me and my girlfriend because you want her for yourself? Well, let me tell you—I'm never giving you that chance. Besides, Irene's not blind. She's not into trash like you." I felt like a pair of giant hands were squeezing my heart, crushing me until I couldn't breathe. It turned out that all those years of friendship, in Lenny's eyes now, meant less than a woman whose real identity was still questionable. By now, I had to admit the truth that Lenny had never truly seen me as his best friend, l

"I don't know, Adam," I drawled, letting my voice hang in the air as I shifted my position, propping my head up with my hand. I stretched my kinked elbow, feeling the tension ease. It had been about an hour since Adam had finished watching Lord of the Rings, and here I was, ensnared in a labyrinth of theories about how Middle-earth worked.

26. FEW HOURS EARLIER ELI; My shoulders were tight by the time the call rang into voicemail for what felt like the thousandth time. I couldn't sleep. Nick as well. We laid on the couch in his living room all night staring at the door and hoping she'd come back. Olandria. My best friend. My family. If I could turn back time, I wouldn't have let this fester until it blew up in out faces. But how do you tell your best friend you're in love with her Dad?

Life was a bliss when she was alive. The fate has always been cruel to me. I laid there for hours. I have tons of missed calls and messages from my friends but I ignore them. How am I going to tell them of this new disaster? They’ll make fun of me. Perhaps, break all ties with me. In my social circle, the numbers in one’s bank account decides the durability and loyalties of friends. I had only one true friend, my childhood best friend who disappeared with his family and we never met again. All I remember his name and his enchanting ocean green eyes same as Blaze.

Finding all the doors closed, I was about to give up on life when God sent an angel to save me. Ethan Brooks, my childhood friend. Ethan and I were best friends, but we lost contact when he went to Germany for studies. I tried contacting him multiple times, but he never replied. Slowly, his memories faded like a ship drowned in the ocean. Ethan turned into a forgotten chapter in my life until one day... Six months before