My Imaginary Friend Show Novels & Stories

I asked, my expression serious this time, I wasn't scared to do what I needed to do to leave this place in one piece if she turned into a crazy person, I was battle ready. “Nothing, I am a lonely person, I don't have friends, and you seem like you have the same problem I do, I could give you a house and a job but you have to promise me that you would always be my friend,” she said holding my hand, how was this even a fair exchange? Was she out of her mind? “That doesn't make any sense, are you being serious?” I said checking her temperature, I needed to find out if she was mentally stable.

A video call from Tiara… Her face immediately lighted up as she picked it up instantly, her features becoming softer the moment her screen showed the familiar, beloved faces of her sunshine, Iman, and her dear friend, Tiara. They were calling from somewhere cosy. The background was buzzing a little with the sound of a muted television. Little Imani was dressed in her pink pyjamas, while her tiny arms were wrapped tightly around a bunny with drooping ears. There was a sweet exchange of greetings between mother, daughter and friend which soon faded gently into a comfortable rhythm. After then, a small pause ensued as Imani’s bright eyes slowly started to wander on the screen, as if she was sea

“What?” Justin smiled. He wanted to laugh, but looked down in embarrassment. “When did you… start liking me?” I looked at him intensely. “In a different timeline…” Justin was stunned. From his expression, I could tell that he never thought I would turn out to be kind. He forced out a dry laugh. “Ha… ha… ha, Your Highness, you jest…” I sighed helplessly. He must have thought I was just stringing him along with sweet talk. It did not matter. Given enough time, I would find a way to lay it all out and tell him that I fell for him a very, very long time ago. Though, sadly, the affection back then had come a little too late.

"Whether it's watches, bicycles or radios, they'll do everything they can to give me whatever I want. You're just a novelty that'll wear off soon." Victoria glanced at the shadow by the doorway and kept fiddling with the items in her possession, trying to provoke me. In my past life, I really did fall for her trick and complained bitterly in my heart about Mom, Dad and Daniel. However, this time, she was destined to be disappointed. I looked at Victoria and smiled without saying a word. In my heart, I kept thinking, 'I'm so envious of Victoria. She's so lucky to have grown up with such a loving family. I slept in a cold shed and never even knew things like radios existed.'

She sighed, picking up the fallen pen and turning back to her writing. “Your best friend is a nine tailed fox” he repeated, coming to rest on the table she was writing on. “Yes” she snickered, looking up at him, “You sneak out at night and turn into some creature with nine tails. It’s a secret, nobody knows but me; your best friend; Joan. Shhhh, don’t tell anyone” She finished in a dramatic whisper, a small smile on her face as she watched him burst into laughter again. “You've watched too many Korean series” he commented when he finally stopped laughing.

More torture rumbles through me, making me cry out in reality. And then, I observe Jack's scary smile curl up his face again, and there is nowhere to run—I'm all alone! The last vision is traumatic enough to tipple over the glass containing my self-control. "Everyone keeps leaving me!" I'm screaming, crying into the wind as if it mattered. "I'm all alone!" 'No, you're not alone!' Lucy is speaking in a kind voice. He sounds more mature than before, sweet even. 'You have your friends, and you have me.'

“Mack won’t even look at me.” “Don’t worry. This is just the beginning.” Abby said. “Sooner or later, he will have to show himself. Until then, I will talk to Beth and Gabe. We will get it, so he has to come by; otherwise, no one will pay attention to him. I don’t think he would like being left in the cold like that. He does need them to feel good. They are his only real friends.”

Doesn't he want to see him? "Wow. That's sweet." - Mr. Lereño commented. He looked at Athalia .— "You have a good friend, Ms. Ramos. Keep him. There're only a few like Mr. Sebastian, who have not forgotten a friend over time." he said with a mischievous smile on his lips. Athalia just smiled. She couldn’t help but get annoyed. Doesn't she agree with what Mr. Lereño said? "Can I excuse myself? I'm just going to the comfort room." Thalia excused.

Kaida tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "I was a shy kid and had trouble making friends. Part of me thought that's what he wasan imaginary friend I'd conjured. My parents were nice people and very supportive, but they were...distant. We'd often spend hours in the same room and not say anything. They gave me a lot of space, more than most parents would give a child." She huffed a sarcastic laugh. "I could've snuck out of the house to have an affair with Ozzy Ozbourne and snort eighty grams of coke up my nose, and they wouldn't have been the wiser."

“We know there are certain things you do but never discuss to anyone.” She pauses for a while. She is trying to find the right words to explain this delicate situation. “We felt that even when you were still a baby, your locket glows whenever you feel something strongly, as if it is an extension of your emotions.” “We know you can talk to your reflection. We were surprised when you did that when you started to learn to talk. We tried to give a logical explanation to it like you were seeing an imaginary person. That is but common to most kids, to have an imaginary friend.”