Not So Imaginary Friend Novels & Stories

He said, bluntly, then turned his stare away from her face. "So, Logan huh?" Becky too knew it wasn't working out. "Fuck!" She lowered her head and whispered under her breath as she got no reply from him. But he heard her. "Fuck?" He asked with bright eyes—they were definitely blue. "Oh, nothing. It's just," she said, then bursted out like the parrot that she was. "I'm like here on my own even though it's my birthday, because my stupid friend couldn't make it—she had a date at Paris with her new boo—and I was just hoping I could have at least some fun--"

It will be interesting, but I doubt that it will be fun. Haakon greets me with a friendly smile. The pony that I tended too on my arrival is in a nearby paddock and trots over to the fence. I move to the wooden railing and stroke my hand along her neck. I will not cry. I will not allow myself to cry. I have been unwanted my entire life. This is no different. After giving myself a moment to come to terms with not being wanted, once again, I resume my daily chores. I remain busy for the rest of the day and again avoid both men. Ignoring the dragons is harder since I have a connection with one that both are using.

“I wasn’t lying about that.” Jesse shrugs, pretending to consider his cards, even though honestly he’s not really paying attention to the game. “All right, but even if you’re not lying, it’s clear that they don’t exist. I mean, you spend a lot of time alone, Midnight, I guess you just made them up.” “I did not,” she says, straightening her spine and looking at him aghast. “They exist!” “Imaginary friends are great,” Jesse says, lowering his cards a bit and looking at her with a bit of false pity. “You shouldn’t be ashamed, Mids.”

Because he was sure she would tell him if she had. "And who is that? Why did he leave you exactly?" "He has been my imaginary friend since I was five, prince Andreas"...

I greeted Rodrick, my punk friend, and he teased me about not remembering Shane. “Seems like you’ve been flirting with a lot of girls lately that you can’t remember some of them.” He grinned. If he just knew, I barely have time to date women these past few weeks because I am too busy following Shane behind, especially since the incident at the mall happened. I am sure that the enemy of Mr. Croven is just around, watching her intently. I noticed her playing temple run on her phone and interrupted her. She doesn’t really have a choice but to talk to me because her friends are too busy hooking up with people they just met tonight.

I mostly find myself dumbstruck in situations with them and this is surely going to be no different. “So, you’ve started talking to yourself, huhn?” Sophie, the middle one, and the leader as well, says to me. “And who the hell is Alexia?” Katie, standing by the right, chips in. Oh boy, she heard what I said. “Her imaginary friend, I believe,” Evelyn has a go as well and they all get a good laugh at it.

Right before the syndicate's power handover, I flew back to New York after a year of studying jewelry design in Europe. But the night before the ceremony, my secret boyfriend of three years—the Rossi family's new second-in-command—sent me a text: [Sorry, Chloe. I lost a card game, and you were my chip. You're his problem now.] Before I could even breathe, I got tagged in the family's encrypted dark-web channel. The top thread was blowing up: [The Mafia Boss Just Won a Fat Pig for a Girlfriend!] Pinned right at the top was an old photo of me from a few years ago. Back when I was 180 pounds. The comment section was ruthless: [If the Boss knew what he actually won, he'd regret making that bet.]

“Eliza... are you creating someone who doesn’t exist to escape the rejection of your mate?” “What? No!” I pushed him away and stepped back. He looked at me with pity. “Eliza, I know what it’s like to be bonded to someone you don’t want. I know how desperate it feels to try and find a way out… but falling for someone imaginary isn’t the answer. You’ve got real friends. If you ever want to open up—we’re here.” I didn’t say a word. I’d hoped he’d understand, but now I knew it was pointless. Arguing wouldn’t get me anywhere. I took a deep breath and looked back at the water. Nicolas stayed quiet after that, giving me space to think.

he said confidently though his presenting a blank face. "Can you please stop saying they're your friends? They're not real! Oh, my goodness, I think I am gonna lose my mind when I keep myself around you. Always remember this, Aiden, they will never be your friends because they are just characters in the game, tsk, tsk!" I didn't wait for his rebut instead I focused myself onㅡWHAAAT?! "Mythical Glory 1,236 stars???" his head slanted slightly as if he's trying to read my reaction.

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."