The Long Lost Friend Novels & Stories

After thinking about our differences for a long time, I've decided to accept him the way he is and become his old lady. I love him and I want to spend the rest of my life with him. I will be moving into his club in few weeks time. I'm expecting your reply about my decision but if none comes, that means that you've truly forgotten about me and about our friendship From Cynthia Your best friend I read the letter once more with tears in my eyes before dropping it on my table, I really failed my friend when she needed me most in her life. I picked up my phone and tried her number again but it was still not reachable.

Manhattan. It was a big plan but one that involved a man he hates. My ears perk up at the sound of the name Nick Newton. It's been a month since that very day. I lost a friend because Eros was hot on his tails. It's like he disappeared from the surface of the earth.

His sleeves were rolled up to reveal his muscular arms. He turned to look when he heard the car coming. The face that I once remembered to have a warm smile now looked sharp with eyes that were as deep as the sea of the Socario Islands. The man smiled, but there was something dangerous about it that chilled the spine. "It's been a long time, Nicole." My heart skipped a beat. It was Scott Cedaro, my childhood friend who had vanished for five years. He was also the heir of the Cedaros who had been rumoured to have died in an internal family war.

"XIAO XUN!! No... D-Don't go. I... I promise I'll get it back for you! Come back!" She waited. And waited. But there wasn't any response. Because there wasn't going to be any. Her childhood friend was dead.

Then life happened — the pregnancy, Marco, Italy, all of it — and trying became something I didn't have the resources for anymore. But I thought about her. More than she probably knows. More than I have admitted to anyone. There is a particular grief that comes from losing a friendship without explanation. It doesn't have the same language as other losses. Nobody asks how you are doing. Nobody brings food or sends flowers. But it sits in you quietly and takes up space. And now she is in New York. And she called. And something that has been sitting in a particular corner of my heart for nine years just shifted.

His smile deepened, a teasing glint in his dark blue eyes. "Glad to see you have not forgotten your childhood friend" I gasped, a flood of memories suddenly rushing back to me. Summer afternoons spent running through the woods, chasing each other by the river. Laughing so hard we couldn’t breathe. The secret treehouse we had sworn no one else would ever find. It was really , Romer. My childhood friend, the one who had disappeared when we were still kids. He had moved to a far away pack and even if we promised each other to keep in touch, but years passed by and slowly we stopped writing.

It’s better for things to remain the way they are now than to keep reopening wounds that haven’t healed. Still, I can’t help the ache inside. I thought we could move past that night and continue with our friendship. But maybe I was wrong. Maybe I truly have lost a good friend. And honestly, it hurts more than I expected. I miss him. I miss our long chats, the times he would come over to my place just to talk or hang out, the laughter we shared without even trying. All of that, gone. And the worst part is, I don’t know if I’ll ever get it back.

Just before noon, the bell above the bookstore door chimed again. Clara looked up. Evan stood in the doorway. The fog behind him gave him an almost dreamlike appearance, but Clara recognized the concern in his eyes instantly. “Evan,” she said, surprised. He stepped inside, glancing around the room at the scattered documents and maps. “So the rumors are true,” he said quietly. “What rumors?” Alex asked. “That Clara and her long-lost brother are digging into the fire.” Clara crossed her arms. “People talk too much.”

Finding all the doors closed, I was about to give up on life when God sent an angel to save me. Ethan Brooks, my childhood friend. Ethan and I were best friends, but we lost contact when he went to Germany for studies. I tried contacting him multiple times, but he never replied. Slowly, his memories faded like a ship drowned in the ocean. Ethan turned into a forgotten chapter in my life until one day... Six months before

Alpha Duaine whispered, slowly rising from his chair. It was him, A man once more than a friend, he was the brother Alpha Duaine never had. The friendship, forged all those years ago, had been fierce and unshakable, or so he had believed. Now, following all the years apart and unreleased tension between them, the sight evoked both pleasure and embarrassment in Alpha Duaine. His friend smiled weakly, a smile laced with nostalgia and restraint. "It’s been too long, Duaine." Alpha Duaine walked around the desk and hugged him hard. The firmness of his friend’s arms was the same as always, solid and comforting. For an instant, the years disappeared, and they were the young men who had shared drea