Unfriended 2014 Novels & Stories

“it makes no sense that I continuously let my aunt get on my nerves, which is obviously her intention. To get a reaction from me just to feel better. And it is more distasteful that Arya that I respect so much is acting crazy too. I have no idea where this sudden obsession comes from.” “you should have thought about that before sleeping with someone you call a friend.” I said with a straight face. Calvin blinked rapidly, shock written all over his face. “w..what? how did you know that?” I rolled my eyes, feeling irritated all of a sudden, even though I am not supposed to be. “I bet the dumbest of persons would know. It makes no sense that a mere friend would keep laying claim to you with tha

Elena remained rooted to the edge of the bed long after the video had stopped playing, the glow from her phone screen casting harsh shadows across the bedroom walls. The footage replayed in her mind on an endless loop: Lila’s hands moving with practiced familiarity across Damien’s chest, the way his body had responded even if only for a moment, the timestamp that aligned too neatly with the weeks following her departure. She had watched it three times, searching for any flicker of reluctance, any sign that it had been unwanted or coerced. Instead, the images only reinforced the growing chasm in her chest, widening with each passing second.

She closed her eyes. She didn't sleep. She just waited. --- Days passed. Priya searched. Eleanor waited. Nothing. No trace of Sarah Mitchell. No trace of the daughter. They had vanished. Disappeared. Like they never existed. Priya told Eleanor not to give up. Told her they were out there somewhere. Told her they would find them. Eleanor nodded. She kept waiting. She kept pretending. She kept wearing the mask. --- Then Priya called. "I found someone. A woman named Diane. She was Sarah's best friend in high school. They're still in touch. She might know where Sarah is."

My best friend and my girlfriend's graduation trip vlog blew up online, racking up millions of likes. The comments were full of people swooning over their picture-perfect love story. Someone finally asked who the guy sitting quietly in the corner was. Suzanna Jones replied to the comment: [Just some random guy. I don't know him.] When I sent her a screenshot, she explained impatiently. "You stutter when you talk. Putting you on camera would only make you look ridiculous. "Elliot and I are only pretending to be a couple so he can make enough money to pay for his mom's medical treatment, so stop getting jealous over nothing." For the past year, I had practiced speaking to my phone ever

Don't overthink too much. Suddenly my phone tinged on the side table. I reached it and received a It was a text message from an unregistered number. : Can you open your facebook account? Eventhough confused, I opened my account. Mynphone vibrated because of the unexpected messages. It was 23 unread message from him and I read every single one of them. James Waltridge : Can you accept my friend request now? : Are you busy? That's some of his messages. I visited his account first and accept his friend request. I go back to the my Messenger app to reply his messages.

But I just, wanted to see him again. It was already 2 in the afternoon because I woke up late. We had a movie marathon last night so, yeah. It somehow made us look like Dracula so I applied a tiny bit of concealer. Not my type of thing, but I thank my best friend , Eunna, for packing up make ups and secretly adding it to my luggage, messaged me that I needed to be the prettiest in town. Which I highly doubt, by the ways.

Jason muttered under his breath but I chose to act like I didn't hear him. Sameer walks to us after parking the car. He looks over at Harsh mumbles "Hi" and Harsh nods at him in acknowledgment. I can see the cold air between them. "So what movie are we going to watch?" Sameer asked breaking the silence. "Conjuring 2" replies Harsh. "What?" Ryan shouted and then laughs looking at my already pale face. I didn't think Harsh will chose a horror movie. I should have warned him. "What's wrong?" Dia asked with knitted eyebrows.

I asked her what’s up but she straight up ignored me while putting on her helmet. Uhm, okay? Man, what the f*ck is these days? It’s been weird sh*ts and I am f*cking seeing things. I really need to cut some coffee outta my body if I want to reduce the sh*ts I see. These days are really bizarre for me. We continued to drive until I got home with them and surprisingly enough, there is a motorbike parked just inside the gates. It is a Kawasaki Ninja h2r.

I chuckle “It is when this so called best friend is trying to attack me for no reason.” The man begins tapping the ground “Uncle. Uncle!” Smiling at his defeat I let him go and stand up brushing off the wrinkles in my clothes. “It’s nice to see you again Nathan.” Nathan fixes his collar and jacket “Yeah… Long time no see.” I narrow my eyes “What’s with that attitude?” Nathan sarcastic “Oh I don’t know. Maybe it has something to do with why you of all people claimed a woman bringing her home.” Letting out a sigh “It’s not what you think.”

he apologised. "You are her best friend, and she is Luna, of course, she would take it badly. The fence was not supposed to have a gate, now we have to create a whole socialising centre just because you sank your teeth into the wrong flesh. You do not know what those humans are planning for us. If you did, you wouldn't be so eager to be with your bitch!" I shouted at him. I was losing my shit, and I knew it. Marcus walked up to me and hugged me. He understood. I was shaking like a leaf. I was scared.