The Little Friend Novels & Stories

I hurry out of the house before I lose control of Roy. As the cab drives away I see Nikki’s little face peer out of the curtains, tear-streaked and wailing her poor little heart out. (Trevor P.O.V) “Nikki? Come on Little Luna, come eat your dinner. It’s mac and cheese, your favourite,” I tell her.

Jeremy said as he walked back into his office. Milan and Adrian didn't believe that Jeremy was talking casually with someone like Klein. Klein is a dangerous one who shouldn't be trusted. He is so cunning. "I wouldn't have come here if I didn't have important things to say. I don't waste my time to make friends," Klein said blankly. Jeremy sat down on a stool while Klein sat down on the sofa. The rest stood there looking at them. Milan and Adrian were still not comfortable being in the same room with Klein and his men so they were at alert, in case he wanted to play naughty.

And there, tucked into her shoulder, is Maya—my best friend—the same woman who once declared that “platonic cuddling is a scam invented by virgins.” A little part of me wants to back out and pretend I didn’t see this. But the bigger part? Oh, it’s standing here like I just walked into an episode of a soap opera where they forgot to cue the dramatic music. There’s a movie playing in the background and when I turn to look at the screen, of all things, I find familiar little blue people from ‘The Smurfs’ staring back at me. I can’t help the soft snort that escapes me. Out of all the ways I imagined finding my best friend, this is not one of them.

Diana allowed herself the word witch only because she knew for a fact the woman was deaf as a post. "I'll miss you too, you little tramp," the old woman shot back with a sly smile. "But if God's not judging you, I'm sure as hell not going to." "You heard that?" "Turns out all I had to do was turn up the volume on this thing." She tapped her hearing aid and let out a cackle that made her look every bit the witch Diana had just accused her of being. "Take care of yourself, and take care of my little Victoria. With this money I'll hold the apartment for six months. Not a day more."

Damien Cross stood near the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking out at the sparkling city lights below. He was tall — easily over six feet — with broad shoulders that filled out his perfectly tailored black shirt. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, showing strong, veined forearms. His dark hair looked like he’d run his fingers through it after a long, stressful day. When he turned around, those sharp gray eyes locked onto mine, and for a second, I forgot how to breathe. “You’ve been working late a lot recently,” he said, his tone casual but his gaze anything but.

I really do not know. - That's okay. Meet my mate, Luna Sarah Brown. - Hello my dear. I've heard a lot about you from Amy. Ryan looks at Amy and smiles. Then he looks at Luna and bows. Luna smiles. - My idiot nephew, Beta Kevin Clark you already know. - The whole room laughs, and Kevin grunts. - He's not that bad sir. - Ryan says and Kevin grins. - Call me Dylan or alpha. - OK - answers Ryan with a bow.

Maya pushed open the side gate of the Carter house, the late-August heat sticking her tank top to her back. She’d driven straight from campus after her last final, telling no one she was coming home early. Lila thought Maya was still unpacking dorm boxes until tomorrow. The surprise was supposed to be simple; sneak in, tackle-hug her best friend from behind, then drag her out for snacks and to talk about freshman year. The backyard was empty. Lila wasn't floating on an inflatable flamingo, no Bluetooth speaker blasting whatever playlist she’d been obsessed with last month.

I said looking at Ella who seemed to think it wasn't a big deal. “So who was the friend you called last night?” I whispered in Ella's ears, she just chuckled and gave me a knowing look, she didn't call anyone last night, she was just playing around. “So what if I didn't get this job?” I asked her in a whisper, everyone seemed to have gone on with their work since it was still afternoon and left the both of us to ourselves. “We need cleaners too, you would have fit somewhere for sure,” she whispered with a smile. I couldn't understand why she was helping me but I was so grateful that I finally had this good luck.

He answered. End of flashback. I was caught by the necklace around my neck. The necklace given to me by my childhood friend Alex is still there. "You're Clyde, not Alex." I kept saying while still holding the necklace around my neck. "It's me, Alexander Clyde Hartfeld a.k.a Alex." His eyes were shining as he said those. "If you don't want to believe, here." He pulled out a small picture frame, the picture was old but it was really the two of us. I suddenly hugged him tightly.

“And if you’re smart…” “You’ll keep our little secret.”