روايات وقصص ضمن The Book Of Lost Friends: A Novel

Exhaustion is taking over, and I am having trouble keeping my eyes open. Right before my eyes close, the last thing I see is Braxius's blue-green eyes filled with love and sorrow. Except, I somehow know everything will be all right with him. That only thought is making my leaving easier, and I stop fighting the darkness. I am floating away towards total oblivion. I am having a few brief flashbacks of my short life of twenty-two years and growing up in New Jersey with Meena, my younger sister of nine months. I accepted my entry-level position at a prestigious marketing firm and graduating from college with honors as a business major with a minor in history.

Too happy to oblige, and I swiftly return to the Duke's office, standing in front of the bookshelf, trying to decide what book would show-off my 21st Century education. 18 My eyes fall on Homer's "The Odyssey." Perfect! I snatch the leather-bound book and return to the bedroom. Once inside, Bryce is sitting on a wooden seat with an empty stool beside him. He is sitting close to one of the burning candles on a floor stand. "What book had you chosen?" "'The Odyssey,' my lord," I tell him, trying to keep my voice neutral and bored. I do not want to give away my eagerness to prove my higher education. "Very well. Sit, and you may begin," Bryce states while studying me curiously. I can

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Kyle said in a bored tone. I ask help from both of my friends. They are here to help me with my predicament. And now I wanna start to reconsider my decision on calling them both. These two guys whom I've been friends since diaper days seems to make my mess more unbearable. Well, their women are the bestfirends of Arianne so I am still not sure if they won't sell me to their women. Taking a deep sigh I turn to look at the time on my watch. Geez it's already 11 o'clock!

I called again, moving toward the door but I got no answer. This guy is not only a nerd, he is also weird and somehow crazy. I wonder how I was going to cope with him when I joined his book club. I grabbed my phone off the table and unlocked it. As the screen popped on, messages flooded in. Group chats messages , especially the ones I've muted for a while now. ‘Arian Smith, Orleans College Book Club President, Accused of Misusing Club Funds.’ I blinked, trying to wake myself from the dream. I scrolled down, read it again and it was still the same.

He was currently snoring. "I found a good book this morning but unfortunately it's not in braille. Mother read me the title and I'm very intrigued by it. But in my rush to get here I left it on the library table." Eva sighed in disappointment. "What was the title?" "Vampires and Their Beloveds" "I'm not Author but I'm pretty sure the book is based on Vampires and their beloveds." Alana snickered out. "Why do you insist on ruining things with your words?" Eva questioned in annoyance. If she knew how she would roll her eyes at her best friend. Not that it really mattered anyway.

“Oh, Miranda. What have you gone and done?” I put my hands over my face and take a few deep breaths in while Beebs jumps up onto the couch and puts her head in my lap. At least I will always have my two best friends to help me get through the consequences of my strange decisions. Seriously though, who would have thought I would catch feelings for a prisoner. I was only trying to do something nice by writing to someone who might have needed a friend to talk to. His cousin’s post said he was lonely and needed a pen pal. Noone ever said I had to go and start falling head over heels for a man who may be locked up for an undetermined amount of years to come. I wipe a lone tear that runs down my

He smiles as he backs out the door heading over to give Honor her breakfast, leaving me to eat and wait in my colorless, empty room. I used to have a different room. There was carpet instead of white linoleum tiles, the walls didn't feel as sterile, and my bed was wood instead of steel. I had a separate bathroom instead of the toilet and sink in the corner. Back then it was just me, Krauft, and Carla. Things started to change, I was moved to this room, and more people were brought in. I traded my warm, cozy… er room for this cold cell of one. But I did gain the warmth and friendliness of Beck, Hetty, and Eli. I wouldn't go back if I could. A person just needs to be with other people.

I question, and she hugs herself while staring at me. "Okay, I get it," she mumbles, and I shake my head. "No. You don't get it. The werewolves will be on the warpath. The entire pack will be hunting me. Everyone looks for any mate who goes missing, according to my book on werewolves. What were you thinking? They could kill you," I say, and she shudders before looking back at the pool behind her. "I was thinking about my friends," she whispers, and I lick my dry lips before replying.

They were all telling her that they'd be there but they don't really know when to be there for her. Just like when her cousin Kendal used to tell her that she has got her back. Just like when her only best friend at school said that they will always be friends. Just when Fred said I'll be right here. Where are they? Gone. Kendal gave up on her. The only one whom she considered her best friend found new friends in college and forgot about her. Fred? He's probably seeking the things she could not give him, his needs. Ah fuck needs! "Stop it, Brie," she whispers to herself. "Stop thinking about those people who weren't bothered when they lost you." She sniffed, slight smoke coming from her mout