Solo Player's Friend Novels & Stories

Kira's pov I cleaned my hands with a napkin and ran to my phone that had been ringing for some seconds now. I smiled as I saw Daniel on the screen. My best friend. He's just the only friend I have since college. I clicked the green button and placed the phone on my left ear. "Dani, what's up?" I beamed with a smile. "The sky is up." He replied sharply. Oh oh! I ain't expecting that. "Anyways, what's this early morning call all about?" I asked him while I walked away from the kitchen to the sitting room.

Our date had gone perfectly up until… “Daniel.” “What?” I asked. “Daniel,” he repeated as the resigned look on his face transformed into a murderous one when that name was mentioned. I squinted. “Daniel asked you to ghost me?” “No, no. He’s just a huge asshole.” “But you’re friends,” I chimed in when he wouldn’t say anything else. “Not in the conventional way.” “What on earth are you talking about?” I asked with slight frustration growing in my voice. “We’re only friends because of the shit that brought us together in the first place. Booze, parties and women. He’s just a huge pain in the ass.”

his friend replied. “I am not in the mood to play, here is his picture and name,” Derrick said and his friend collected it from him. Some minutes later. “He isn’t someone you can hurt,” his friend said and fall on the chair. “What did you mean by that?”

"Elliot—" "Okay, brother, have a good day. Oh, and let me know if you want me to invest in that tiny business of yours." (I heard he joined a food truck) I smirked. "Might consider it… dumb idea." I whispered the last words as I walked away, just as I heard glass shatter behind me. Alexis and I have been friends for more than five years. She was easily manipulated, which worked to my advantage.

In the end, Caleb sent me to a mental health facility, claiming I had gone crazy. … Somehow, life gave me a second chance. I opened my eyes to the day my best friend was diagnosed with cancer. This time, I swore I wouldn't let them win.

And that realization sat heavy in my chest. My innocent friend just said, “It’s okay, you don’t need to apologize it’s just a night out and we have a lot of weeks to make up for it.” She thought I was still apologizing for cancelling the night out for me but it was deeper than that. She leaned back on the couch, took a sip from her wine, and sighed. “And when you’re ready to let me in about this mystery guy,” she continued, “I’ll be here. Even if he’s not serious, even if it’s casual, and even if he’s not the one… I’ll support you as long as you’re happy.”

I think we were running off pure adrenaline by the end of it. I chuckled, but my eyes slid to Allison, and there was a worried furrow in my brow. "Sounds like you two have had quite the adventure," I said. Hannah grinned. "Definitely. Allison is my rock. I don't know what I'd do without her. Allison's flush deepened. She was grateful and full of guilt at Hannah's praise, relieved she had her support, but at the same time, sickeningly reminded of the secret she kept from her best friend. She glanced across me, I returned a small, encouraging smile.

After five years together, Abby Young finally said she was ready to take me home to meet her parents. However, on the day of the visit, she asked my friend Gene Burke to pretend to be her boyfriend and told me to tag along for the free meal. “Abby, I’m your boyfriend! You’re supposed to introduce me to your parents today!” She did not even look up. “Gene just went through a breakup last month. He wants to know what it feels like to meet a girlfriend’s parents, so let him have this one.” I refused to move. Gene sighed. “Forget it. I was only joking. You two should go.” He started to get out of the car, but Abby held him back. “Stay where you are. You’re not going anywhere.” Then, she pu

"You need to try and be happy, be more social. When you're sad, I know you want to isolate yourself, but talking to people helps, you know?" "I didn't ask for your advice," he muttered and she crossed her arms against her chest, raising her chin up defiantly which amused Logan. "Well, I might be the only friend you have," she blurted out and he did feel a pang in his chest and as much as he wished to contradict her, she was partly true. There were only two people who could be considered as friends for him [apart from the ones on F******k which he hadn't opened for four years], Rosemary and Jerry. The former he hadn't seen in a while and the latter who would soon refuse to be his friend if he

I can’t afford to lose my only friend to him. “I mean, you have to admit he has good game. I can give props to a player when I see one.” She says smiling and I frown at her not impressed at all. “Please don’t admire him, his ego doesn’t need it.” I say irritated. “Don’t get mad my friend, we will get rid of this dude one way or another. It’s just going to be a little harder than I thought. I thought we could get rid of him like the other boys but he’s different.” She says giving me a hug.