Bestfriend Son Novels & Stories

he admitted, and the simple honesty of his response caught me off guard, "but I'd like the chance to." I looked away, staring at the moonlight scattered across the water because looking at him had suddenly become far too difficult. He had no right to say things like that to me, not when he knew how complicated everything was, not when Calla was my best friend, and certainly not when he had spent so much time teaching me that allowing myself to care about him was a dangerous mistake. "You're Calla's brother," I whispered. "I know." "She's my best friend." "I know that too."

“You think that's what this is? You think this is fun for me?” He shrugged. “She's your sister's best friend, that's betrayal. Besides, you've never been serious with anyone before.” “She's not fun. I'm in love with her,” I confessed. He stared for a moment, then started laughing. “We don't fall in love, son.” The words were disgusting. “What's love? It doesn't pay our bills or add to our standing as men.” I wanted to punch his skinny face. “Get your head in the game, or I will gladly remove her from the picture.”

We walked through the city in the rain, sharing an umbrella, talking about nothing and everything. He met my book club friends. Lena adored him. Carlos asked for his opinion on his latest manuscript. Jenna said, “He’s a good one. Don’t mess it up.” I met his colleagues. His editor friends. His father, who lived in Portland and drove down for dinner. “You seem happy,” his father said to me. “I am.” “Good. That’s all I want for my son.” Oliver squeezed my hand under the table. But the fear was still there.

The man, whom he called Theo, laughed at him. The way they talk to each other gave me a hint that they are close friends. He took off his sunglasses and looked at Greyson. "Is this your son now? Wow! He grew up really fast! The last time I saw him, he was just four years old." Greyson hid behind me. "Stop scaring my son, shitface." "I'm not scaring him, dude." He crouched down and smiled at the kid. "Come on, bud. I'm not a bad guy, I swear. I'm your dad's best friend."

I told Liam, my best friend, for ages. We basically grew up together, being born just a few months apart (barely two months), and he never fails to rub it in that he was older than me. What also solidified our friendship the most was that he was the former Beta's son, and our parents were literally best friends. "I don't know; I am bored." He whined like a little child, and I rolled my eyes. "If you don't know, what do you want me to do? Go find your brother to disturb, or someone else. Not me, please."

I said broking there lovely uncle son, moment. "Dad??" Aaron asked and eyed between me and dad. "Yes Aaron, he's your only best friend, CHRISTIAN WOTSON, with whom you used to play along in childhood." Dad said and he come towards me, first he punched me on my stomach on which i hissed in pain, and then hugged me tight. SPD (split personality disorder) patient.

I also said to him with the widest smile. Fhil is an amazing guy. He is his childhood best friend Aaron's. That is because their fathers are business partners. Even Fhil tells me very hilarious stories about Aaron's childhood. Fhil has an amazing sense of humor. I am so happy. Finally, I have an amazing brother and friend here.

She was talking to Kai. She looks up at me, I look back at her. My eyes trail down to her body, she's wearing a printed skirk that stops above her knees. She's so fucking hot, I could fuck her right now - goodness. I head downstairs. "Dad, I have an uncle at school, Anthony is my uncle and my best friend, isn't that crazy?" My son yelled with a smile on his face. Why would she tell him that. Well, it's actually a good idea to get secrets out of their family. I smiled. I looked at her as she noticed the smile that made it's way to my face. The smile falls soon enough, I cleared my throat.

"I don’t think what I want is relevant." "Of course it is!" she said fiercely. "You’re the father!" "But only the biological father!" he snarled. "What other kind is there?" "The real kind! The kind that wipes his nose when he gets a cold. Or kicks a ball around in the park with him. The kind that shows him how to ride a bike without falling off and how to deal with bullies when they pick on you!" "And what if we have a girl?" asked Sasha.

a frown crease on my face when I finally recognized him. “Eggust?” My voice was surprisingly low and calm as I finally recognized my best friend’s son. I quickly removed the duvet from my body, but covered it back with the same speed when I realized I was completely unclad. A pride filled smile suddenly crept up his now manly face.