Bestfriend Son Novels & Stories

“He’s my best friend you know.” “He’s everyone’s best friend,” Siobhan rolled her eyes as she grabbed Andre’s hand back. “But he’s my baby.” “Hey, I’m not trying to steal him away from you. I don’t have the looks or the charms good enough to tempt Andre,” Aaron chuckled.

She had another son that went missing five years ago, Trey, no one knows what happened to him and there was never a body so we all try to look at the bright side and say he’s out there somewhere happy. The plain shuffles and when I look to my sides I see the two people that have had my back since our boots hit the ground. Cal and Tyler. They are my two very best friends and I trust them with everything. They know about my ex and my son and that I don't have much to go home to. They have helped me through this deployment and I don't know what I would do without them.

I said, and he grinned at me. "Are you delighted that I am your father?" I asked. "Yes, and I can't wait to tell my classmates you are my dad, and I am sure Kim will be happy," Axel answered. "Who is Kim?" I asked curiously, and my son's face lit up, and I could tell Kim must be his best friend. "She is my best friend, dad." He proudly said, and I got it right. "Wow, she must be nice and pretty," I said, and he nodded his head with a wide grin on his face.

“Just you and Raven mostly.” “And Kieran, and Anders, and Matilda, and Aubrey, and Maven—” “Okay, okay, I get it,” I groan. “I don’t know, there just hasn’t been a reason to talk to him.” He shrugs, but I notice the flicker of disappointment in his eyes. “I just think my boyfriend and my best friend should get along.” His words freeze me. “Best friend?” “Yeah,” he says softly, smiling like he’s scared I’ll take it back. “I’ve never had many friends outside my family and Damon. But I think I’d call you my best friend.”

"You two know each other?" I fumble for words. "He's Emily's dad. My best friend's father. Just... family friend. That's all." The lie tastes sour on my tongue. Ethan gives a small nod, his eyes moving between us like he's piecing something together. "Right. Emily's dad." Damien gives him a thin smile, "Leah's known me a long time.”

We were one of those peaceful packs, though we had alliances but we tried to stay neutral. Walking into the packhouse, we were greeted by my father's beta, Alex. He smiled at us and gave Mel a hug, ooh I forgot to mention that my best friend is the Beta's daughter. Unlike me who is an only child, she has an older brother named Kyle 23 and he was the future beta. 'Where are you headed, Pops?’ Mel asked her father. 'Pack business, take care of yourself sweetie, see you later at home’ her father replied waving goodbye to the both of us.

Summer burst into the kitchen, her hair bouncing around her face, completely oblivious to the war happening between the adults in the room. "Mommy! Mommy!" she chirped, running straight past Eli without even looking at him and grabbing the edge of my jeans. "The big doggie in the backyard let me touch his ears. Uncle Marcus said his name is Skippy. Skippy is my new best friend forever. He has a very fluffy tail." Marcus's laughter at Summer's words shattered the awkward silence. He stepped forward, scooping Summer up into his massive arms with an ease that made her squeal with delight. "Oh, really? Skippy is your best friend now? I thought I was your best friend, kiddo."

Rule number nine: No lies - no matter what. Rule number ten: Best friends must fix fights before the day ends. Rule number eleven: Best friends never let anyone come between them. And rule number twelve: Best friends forever — no matter what happens. In a few hours, I’ll officially become a tenth-grade student. But before that, there are a few things you should know about me. Sixteen years ago, I was born into a small but beautiful family. There's my younger brother, Christian, and my father who works several jobs so that we can survive.

A vending machine humming like it wanted to leave too. I sat on the edge of a chair. He sat across from me, too close for strangers, too far for what we had been. “What is it?” I asked. “What do you want to talk about?” “How is your marriage? Your son must be handsome. Just like his father.” The sentence went through me clean. “His father passed away before he was born.” Rhett went still. “Oh.” The word came late. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know.” He rubbed his thumb against the cup. “My mother said he’s six. I’m sure you’ve… moved on by now.”

"I can't deal with you. Come. You're going to repeat everything you just said to your father." We found my father speaking with another guest, and my mother marched straight over "Richard, you need to hear what your daughter is saying." My father turned immediately. "Honey, where did you go? Your mother and I were worried." "I'm sorry, Daddy," I said. "But I made a new friend." "Oh?" he said with a smile. "And who might that be?" My mother folded her arms. "Go on. Tell your father." "His name is Sebastian," I answered proudly. "The Alpha's son."