Best Friends Dad Novels & Stories

, I love his confidence but this will only get him killed. “Taet and Taitam can help”, I furrow my eyebrow because I haven’t heard those names before. “They are my cousins. My dad’s brothers kids. They are Taet, Taitam and Veda. His dad was best friends with your dad”, he explains. “Which of my dad?”, I ask. “You know who?”, His voice is low and my blood boils in anger. He is my dad’s best friend yet I heard nothing from him. He is just resurfacing. The audacity.

I didn't want to make a rash decision, and now the elders are adding extra pressure. My dad looked at my reaction, and he knows me so well, he saw the conflict within me, and he said “Is there anything I should know about?” I looked up at him and nodded. My dad is the Supreme Alpha, but he is also one of my best friends. Aside from Nathan, I know I can confide in him.

Closing his newspaper as he spoke. Nathan and my dad are close. They are always filling each other in and sometimes it’s annoying because you can’t keep something from the other if you tell the one. It’s funny because my dad is not as close to Nathan’s father as he is to his son. Sometimes I feel like Nathan is my dad’s actual best friend and not Nathan’s father. “Yeah.” I responded without much enthusiasm, hoping that he’d pick up that I didn’t want to talk about that. “How’d it go?”

A best friend like Josey is the best thing that happened to me. "You know I love you, right? I can't watch you suffer, Gabs. I'd rather lay down my life for you. You're all I have and I can't watch you in so much and do nothing about it." My Dad argued. " Can you both just stop with all this emotional family drama so we can focus on the matter at hand? How do we get rid of this Capone Rossi? Cause I definitely can't watch my best friend marry a heartless lunatic nor can I watch my best friend's hot Dad die." Josey said startling us both.

The sharp V of his torso, the hard ridges of muscle glistening with droplets of water, and those powerful arms that had caught me effortlessly, gripping my waist as if I weighed nothing at all. He wasn’t just any man. He was Bella’s father. My childhood best friend’s dad. We had been close once, years ago, before my family relocated to another city. Now, after all this time, we had only just reconnected. When Bella invited me over to catch up, I lost my way in their sprawling house and stumbled straight into him like that half-naked, devastatingly real. The memory still burned behind my eyelids, hot and forbidden.

My Dad explained his fearful mood that had darkened his thoughts. “Dad! Knock off with that bullshit, right now! Ever since Mom left, you’ve always made sure I was warm at night, clothed in the day, and had food in my tummy. I’ve never wanted anything, and I love you for that. And since you’ve lightened up over the last three years, you’ve always been there when I needed to talk. Always! I guess I'm hanging around here because you’re my best friend. Okay?”

"Tessa, meet my dad, Julian Anderson, and dad, meet Tessa, the best friend I wouldn't stop blabbering about." She smiled, gesturing between her best friend and her father. Her dad? Tessa's brows pulled together in confusion. A million questions swarmed her thoughts. There was no way this Greek god in front of her was Maribel's father. No way. She was still wallowing in doubt when the myth about him struck her, and she instantly believed it.

“We were best friends in college. Your father and I shared a lot back then. I remember he often told me about you…that he had a smart daughter—even smarter than him, he said, and he was sure you would succeed in the future. He’s a proud Dad, I almost went deaf from all his stories about you. Although, I didn’t get the chance to meet you while your father was still alive. And it’s sad knowing that I met you now but your father is no longer here.” I didn’t know what to say. Hearing how important I was to Dad felt like someone was caressing my heart. Because when he was still alive, he had been too busy working and I could barely spend time with him. I shook my head. My head was already hurting

“Since I was fourteen. Lily and I have been best friends forever. Alexander has always been like a second father to me.” “Second father,” Marcus repeated, tasting the words. His eyes gleamed with amusement. “Interesting choice of words. Because the energy between you two doesn’t feel very… fatherly.” Alexander stood up abruptly, towering over Marcus. “That’s enough. Mia is family. You will speak about her with respect, or you can take your documents and leave.”

**Alexander Kingsley. The oldest friend of her father. The billionaire to be admired by everyone. The guy she had known since she was a little girl. Richard was hesitant to reply. "...Alex." Aurora was unable to hear the other person's voice. However she saw her father's face change. "...You already know?" Silence. Richard closed his eyes. "No." I have no choice but to do this. Another pause. Aurora frowned. Her dad looked her direction. His face went as white as a sheet of paper.