Bestfriend Son Novels & Stories

I blurted out, frustrated, and he raised a brow. "Oh, you know about that," he mumbled. "Well, that was expected; you're her best friend, after all," He emphasized best friend, making me remember where I stood in Charlotte's life, and I fisted my palm. I wanted to ram it in his face, but we were in school, and he was the Alpha's son; unfortunately, I could get in a lot of trouble if I did that. "I am more than just her best friend; I am everything you will never be to her!" I spat at him, and he shrugged nonchalantly. Everything he did seemed to get on my nerves, making me angry and want to blow up.

I say. "Connor has a son? When are you going to give me a grandson? You are good for nothing. And I hope that Connor beats you in business as well. Matthew Stone is my best friend, and he will rub it in my face that he has a grandson while I have to wait for my useless son to give me a son," Mason Bradly says from behind his son.

“The worst thing is that we did it with the same man. Her ex.” “Son of…” “Hey, gorgeous, aren't you going to say hello to me?” I turned to my best friend who, even though our daughter was grown, he refused to stop carrying her. “Hey, Pete. This is Kane Harrison, Jacob's best friend. He’ll be visiting for a few days.” “Are you single?” “Daddy!” Taylor exclaimed, covering his mouth, “Kane has a girlfriend and children!”

Brittany “Ohh…yes, right there.” I moan, throwing my head back in ecstasy as I ground my pussy on Andre's face or should I say…Mr DeMarco. As in, my best friend's dad. But in that moment, it doesn't matter who he is…it's how he makes me feel, or so I tell myself. His large hands come up to cage my thighs so I don't move around so much but that only flames the desire burning through my veins.

“I’ve sent a special letter. We need someone strong on our side, someone who can help us put Jericho down for good this time. I’m calling back our best warrior.” “Who?” I asked, my brow furrowing in confusion. “Who could possibly make that much of a difference?” My father gave me a strange look, as if I should already know the answer. “How could you forget? The boy who used to follow you around when you were kids, always pulling your hair and finding ways to get you into trouble.” His lips curled into a faint smile. “Your childhood best friend, apart from Rowon.” A name hung in the air, heavy with meaning.

He didn’t know the full reason yet — not the fake marriage, not the history — but we’d come clean eventually. “All the help I can get right now,” I said. There was a pause. “I sent some men to check the place out. They’ll report to you directly,” he said. “Yeah, man. Thanks,” I muttered. And I realized — Astrid was right. Aaron was my friend. We didn’t have the closest friendship, but I could count on him. Just like he’d counted on me during his fiancée’s saga. “I’ll be in Seattle tomorrow. Hopefully, things will be looking up by then,” he added. I nodded.

He sounded so exhausted. “It was okay. Just work as usual. Nothing really more than that. I was really happy to see my friends.” he chuckled. “I’m glad that you are happy to return to office duties. I hope you are taking care of yourself. No alcohol. It is bad for the baby. We need to keep him safe.” “I know,” I said , smiling. “But him? How do you know it is a boy?” “Isn’t it obvious? We will have a beautiful son that will be a perfect copy of you. Grace and all.”

Morticia asked, her gaze flitting between Nica and the child. "I'm good. You?" Morticia nodded. "Fine. Is that your baby?" Nica chuckled softly. "Yes, he's my son." Morticia laughed lightly. "Weird to say, but he looks so much like my brother." Nica's smile faltered briefly but returned just as quickly. "Yes, he does," she said, looking down at the boy. "He's three now, and every day he looks more and more like Vincent." Morticia's expression paled as Nica's words sank in. "Is he..."

"None of that is true and you know it. We were best friends, how can you say such a thing-" "Best friends?" She laughed, the sound harsh and cruel. "Like I would be friends with a charity case. You're just poor little Eliana whose daddy killed himself. I felt sorry for you. That's the only reason I let you hang around me." No, that wasn't true. We were best friends way before my father died. We did practically everything together. Serena's icy eyes told me it would be no use trying to make her remember those times. "That's not true."

Elijah “Eli” Summers is a 21 year old man, he is a student in his sophomore year at NYU, he and his childhood bestfriend Nathan are inseparable,like brothers. They met when Eli moved in next door during 6th grade Nathan was always the popular cool kid,Sports,chicks and party’s to escape his wealthy family home life, while Elijah was always more lowkey, chill and funny, he only had his mom growing up. Nathan sat on the couch in their shared dorm room playing the video game, call of duty, he is tall 6’0 tan skin,dark thick shaggy hair, Italian features with an athletic build, while Eli sat next to him leaning forward his controller clicking rapidly as he beat him he slams the controller down “