Solo Players Friend Novel Novels & Stories

Sky replies, smirking. “Yeah, even I heard about that. Selena told me Stella was pissed because you called Zoe a troublemaker,” I add with a smug smile. For the first time, I’m having a long conversation with both of these guys and actually enjoying it. I’ve never really had time to make friends. Except for Denver, I’ve had no one. And now, here I am—laughing with Alex and Sky, teasing each other about our girls. It feels like we’ve known each other forever… It feels good. Easy.

So, you end up accepting that this game has always been a single-player experience all along. To sum it up, life is just a horrendous single-player game. You're born alone. You're going to die alone. All your interpretation, memories, and experiences are only significant to you, alone. Everyone else is just a player with their own set of stats; so, that simply makes them your opponents. There're no such thing as a friendly bonds with no catch at the end of it. It's just a terrible, nonsensical game that I'm better off without. ----Miles Grimwine

Your faithfully, The Friend

After everything we've been through, I think it's fair to say that my life isn't everything without the appearance and presence of my twenty-two years best friend. Like I said . . . being truly and fully happy has made me forget about the whole reality of the world, of what's happening in the East or even in the West which makes no sense. Aidan make me forget those things, no matter how important they tend to be, no matter how much value they mean to everyone else because he makes me focus onto my own path while being aware of my surroundings and somewhat the people around me.

Mira, Dyah, Sari, my college friends, and many others that I will always remember. I decided to write a novel from the story of my life's journey, one by one chapter I made, there was my old laptop as my friend writing the story. Alhamdulillah, I can be a lonely and bored friend, and most importantly I can still use it to write poetry, novels or whatever it is my writing hobby. Even though it was years ago or decades ago, hopefully someday we will meet again. For me friends or friends are like brothers, friends to the end, friends to heaven, friends to share joys and sorrows and always pray for one another.

She was bright, intelligent, and loved by everyone. It’s unfair how we’re not alike. “Sofia! Hello?” After hearing my close friend, Micah Dehila calling for my name. I snapped out of my zone “Sorry, where were you?” I asked Micah, who sighed and flicked my forehead. I groaned softly and rubbed my forehead. “You weren’t listening to me again. How can you?” She scolded me. “I was caught up in my own dream,” I confessed to her. “I can’t believe it. Soleil, look, she’s not listening to me,” Micah hugs Soleil, my other close friend. She patted the back of Micah and secretly laughed at her.

“But I must admit, seeing you here—settled, safe—is a relief. I thought about you these past few years.” Solo smiled, feeling a swell of affection for her friend. “Me too. You left before I got a chance to speak with you. Your parents said you ran away, and they didn’t know where you were. I had so much I wanted to tell you. I know you had your reasons for leaving, but I still missed not having someone to talk to. It’s been…lonely.” The two friends exchanged a warm look—their silent understanding spoke volumes. Solo was about to ask more about Kirael’s life since they’d last seen each other when her gaze flickered back to her friend’s hand resting on her belly.

His jaw was tight, but he didn’t grab the phone from me. “You were my friend,” I said. “And you were his wife. Friendship died in that bedroom the same day your marriage did.” “If you post that photo, you are not hurting Adrian. You are helping Damien keep me tied to a man who will not sign.” “Maybe I want you tied. Maybe I like watching you scramble and suffer.” My free hand curled into a fist. “What kind of human are you?? What did he promise you this time?” “I don’t think that is your business anymore.”

No visits. No seeing each other. Only phone calls and mind-links. For the first time since waking up, I felt genuinely alone. Slowly, my friends approached the bed one by one. River hugged me first. Tightly. As though she was afraid I might disappear. Mel followed. Though he pretended not to be emotional about it. Troy came next. His hug was brief but sincere. Each goodbye felt heavier than the last. Finally, only Lyall remained. The room seemed strangely quiet.

Riley shook his head slightly, a faint smile pulling at the corner of his mouth before he set the phone down again. That— was good. Better than good. He hadn’t really thought about it until now, but the idea of not doing this alone settled into place easily. Sure, he had Aria and Sofia and the others — the usual gamer group — but having a real‑life friend? That was different. Something familiar. Something normal. After everything else— it mattered more than it should have. Riley picked up the pot noodle and moved back into the main room, dropping into his chair as he ate slowly, not really paying attention to it, his thoughts quieter now, steadier.