روايات وقصص ضمن Not So Imaginary Friend

She is more annoying than cute. But I can't stop thinking about her now. Her soft, rounded face with full lips and a cute nose with tiny freckles sprinkled on it, her wild curly hair and big green eyes... Dang it, why do I find her so attractive? "Why do you look like you swallowed a whole lemon?" Sirius pushes me to get my attention. I jump, startled, and quickly compose myself. "Uh, what? No reason. I'm fine." Sirius is the Beta wolf of our pack and my childhood best friend. We are supposed to be celebrating his birthday tomorrow night.

Arianna POV. I waited for the reply, I didn't dare to call again, what if I get in trouble or the guy call my uncle or parents, I decided to stay quiet and wait for him to contact me again. Andy asked about imaginary friend again, if he's still imaginary or if I managed to manifest him, he's either way too smart or just playing dumb with me. "I'm waiting for him," I say, I'm waiting for an answer for sure. "I just want you to be happy Ari, even if you have to love an imaginary friend," he says hugging close.

I explained, and this time his big brown eyes come to meet mine, offering me a small nod. “Yeah, I guess I get that.” He smiled. “So what else did I do seeing as you seem to have turned me into some serious romantic love-sick fool?” And there we lay for I don’t know how long discussing all the things we could explain with regards to out past together if anybody were to ask us. Some we were able to intermingle the truth of our friendship, others were well and truly imaginary, which we had fun creating. There had been so much laughter, and smiles as we lay side by side chatting about everything under the sun, building this oddly fake relationship we needed to make everyone else believe. Yet, b

I say, my naughty little hand finding its way under his shirt, "So, who are these friends you were out with? I don't have any friends... not any real ones, so it's a fascinating topic for me." "I don't have any real friends either, these people know a specific version of me that I created just for them. But I do have fun with them from time to time," he adds, so I guess he's just like he was in high school. He befriended everyone just in case he needed something out of someone, "You're still the only one that knows the real me." "And I love that," I say, dropping a kiss on his chest, but then I remember something that somber my parade, "What about Madison?"

Leaving personal matters within, I shot back, "You are living your life your way, aren't you? Then why can't I? Stop interfering in my personal life." Damien uttered glaring at me, "Don’t you dare to question my life, Ms. McBride. By any chance, if you are telling me to be loyal to you because you are my fiancee then put a thing in your mind that YOU are my fake fiancee. Fake. And I don’t have the useless wish to interfere in your so-called personal life. But unlike you, I have a reputation that will get hampered if you continue falling into a stranger's arms like last night. I won't like the news about my fiancee stepping out from a stranger's place in the early morning or roaming with some

Port in the Storm Dear Diary, I know I’m probably too old for this, but my best friend is on digital detox and I hate almost everyone at work enough not to engage them in my silly misadventures. I would have probably told my mother by her grave, but somehow writing this down feels right and more real. It feels like I am telling a supernatural spiritual being, perhaps an angel? Who knows? They might be real after all.

I've never had one and it's kinda nice having someone I can talk to. “Do you have any sibling?” He shakes his head, “I'm an only Child,” “Other than your sisters do you have friends?” “No, friends Are people who are Untrustworthy,” “Seriously? You've never had any friends at all?” “Just my sisters and since the one tried to steal Nicholas I consider her an ex friend,” “Well, my dear you got one now,” “Really? Nicholas won't be mad that you'll be my friend too?” “Who gives a fuck, he will get over it. besides I like talking to you your pretty cool,”

All based on my wild imagination☺️☺️☺️☺️. Correct if something goes wrong🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰.

It wasn't like I was asking to be this way. Nor did I ever want to be this way. My mother always thought it was a silly little game I made to keep myself entertained. But...what she didn't know, is that I never made him up. I never needed an "imaginary friend", because he was always with me. I just couldn't prove it... "KASEY!!!"

please. "We're sorry, Tiarra, but the truth is that we can't be friends with you because you're so incredibly boring! There's nothing exciting about you and yes, we just forced ourselves to be friends with you but It's better that we be friends with Magie instead of you because we realized that she's better than you."