Not So Imaginary Friend Novels & Stories

"When you were recovering from the overdose, you spoke of someone named Michael; do you know who that is?" "Michael?” She closed her eyes for a moment. “Kind of,” she said, opening her eyes slowly. “I see him in flashes. I used to think he was my imaginary friend. He would come to me after my dad left. It's funny. He was a vampire. My imaginary friend was a vampire and my dad was a wolf. Tell me I didn’t have a screwed-up childhood. He still talks to me in my dreams. He always tells me he is looking for me and my sister. Thing is, I don't have a sister.”

"The fake wife algorithm won't work on me," I said, chewing the strawberry. "Besides, I have wonderful virtual friends in Turkey. We met through cybersecurity forums. In fact, I even have a slightly crazy writer friend I talk to online. At the very least, I can snap a few selfies by the Walls of Istanbul before getting deported, so you'd better worry about yourself." I was just about to bite into the second half of the strawberry when the sound hit. RATATATATATATATA!

Abby said. “But Abby, we aren’t together,” Nicole said. “That was the biggest part of this not working. Why would he admit to something that never happened?” “Because he wants us to be his friends again, of course.” Abby said as she stared down at her friend, “It isn’t like he has any other friends. I mean, look at him.” “He isn’t that bad,” Nicole replied. “He isn’t that good either,” Abby said. “I mean, I had to flirt with him, and he was as dry as Gabe’s mother’s cooking.”

Inside was a dream; tall walls, open space, windows so big you could see everything yet nothing at all. The isolation of the property both excited and scared me, and the longer I walked around holding Armani’s hand, the more I began to feel a little hopeful again. My concerns over the last day felt silly — presumptuous. Though a part of my brain was still very aware that this could turn sour very quickly, I allowed myself to enjoy this simple few minutes with my fake husband and even smile, just a little bit.

Is this some sort of a joke? "Mr Hardy, this is Aimee jones from Financial Times, and she is your next appointment", Sonia says, and I honestly don't even pay attention to her words. I look at her, in front of me, after ten years, she is here, facing me, does she have no shame? If she wants to play this game, I can play it too. I smile and walk around my desk and offer her my hand.

he asked. "I stopped having an imaginary friend a long time ago." "Wow!" he howled in excitement with both hands over his mouth. "That's straight-up cold, never saw it coming" "Having an imaginary friend as a child is cute but as an adult, it is something totally different…" He emptied his glass, beckoned on the barman to refill his glass. While the barman filled his glass, he told him "I just met a woman after my heart". Judith giggled, took a sip from her, squeezing her face afterwards and Peter continued

People smiling, waving, and now asking to be my friends. Indeed walls have ears. I wasn't expecting people to know that Zara and I are related already. And I don't need friends, especially not ones who want to be my friends because I'm the daughter of the leader of the Silverblade Knights. "Uhh—I'm sorry. I don't do well with friends." "You could learn. And there's already a vacant spot." Vicky winked. "It's cool your nerdy friend is out of the picture. We could take his place. And that sneaky bastard called Josh. We heard what he did to you."

I heaved a sigh of relief. Looking at me, Liam burst into laughter. "It seems that you're fond of talking to yourself?" He said looking at me I turned to look at him with wide eyes "Did I say that out loud?" I questioned. "You sure did" He replies, looking over to Eva She gives me a nod. "Oh, it seems I have to work on my imaginary friends." They were dragons, they couldn't understand me. "Your imaginary friends? You speaking out loud has nothing to do with your imaginary friends, it's your wolf. It seems your wolf doesn't like me." He said in laughter.

Now he was grown, and most people, women included, tended to bore him to death. He wasn't the only one. Cassie saw the muscular, pale man staring at her like he was starving. With a bit of blush spreading fiercely across her face, she couldn't hold his stare. Cassie dropped her gaze and smiled softly. "Yeah, small world. We don't talk much, so I wasn't sure what he was up to with the military these days." That's how things began, a single glance on a summer day—a chance to meet among friends, and soon... you're more than just friends.

But to my surprise, he grinned widely. "She told you about the garlic bread, didn’t she?" he asked with a rueful smile. "I know, I know. My imaginary friend Tony, and the garlic bread. She’s never gonna let me live that shit down. I was four for Christ's sake! A lot of kids have imaginary friends!"