Buddy Daddies Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"They demanded a bride. Today. One of my unwed daughters goes to the Lyke brothers to be their Luna." The room went dead silent. The Lyke brothers. Kaz, Kai, Kol, and Kenzo. The ruthless Alphas from the freezing mountains. They never bothered to negotiate. They took exactly what they wanted. They were literal monsters we used in stories to scare pups into staying in bed. I looked at Vanessa. She was the eldest unwed daughter. She was standing right at the altar. I assumed it was her, my father was sending her away to the cold. That was why she rushed this.

“What have you done with Fiona?!” “Harry, listen to me—” I tried to speak, but he shook me harder. “You bastard! After everything, you still dragged her into your mess! If anything happens to her, I swear I’ll kill you with my bare hands!” “Come on buddy,” “Don't you dare call me buddy, I am not your fucking BUDDY!” he yelled at the end of his words—body trembling against mine. “This is no time to fight Harry. Listen to what I have to say, it's important, it's about your daughter.”

"I'm afraid I can't do that. Nyla is my girlfriend, and Buddy is her child. I've spent nearly five years with Buddy, so I won't distance myself from him because of your preferences." The two fell silent, with only the gentle rustling of the leaves in the breeze breaking the stillness. Damon stood under the streetlight, half of his face shrouded in darkness. His expression was grim and somber as he warned, "Oliver, you better treat Buddy well. If I find out you've done anything to hurt him, I won't let you off the hook." Oliver smiled. "Don't worry. I love Nyla, and I will love the person she cherishes most as well."

He followed her—fast, silent, lethal in his urgency. The powerful alpha who ruled empires now ran for something he could not command: his child. And as they rushed down the hallway, Lia’s heart ached with fear and relief in equal measure. Damien’s gaze never left her, full of questions, fury, and something she dared not name. And she knew, without a doubt: once he sees him… nothing will ever be the same.

Buddy’s father and brother #1 laid into my father, beating him with their fists as Buddy’s mother, sisters and #2 went to Buddy’s aid. Buddy’s back and arms were shredded like raw meat. The snow beneath him was soaked red, and I felt the grip of terror as I looked at him. I thought he was dead, and I knew it was my fault. Buddy had been my friend more than he had been my lover, and I had caused this to happen. Buddy’s mother yelled at his father, and he and #1 left my father beaten and bleeding in the snow and helped carry Buddy home. I just stood there. On one side of me my father, beaten and bleeding, but conscious and staggering into the house, on the other side my best friend in the whol

--- Three floors above, Ryder looked up from his drawing. "Mama," he said. "Someone sad was just downstairs." Nova looked at him. "How do you know?" "I could feel it." He considered the drawing in front of him — a careful crayon rendering of four people standing on a balcony. "Sometimes I feel things from far away." Nova looked at the drawing. Four people. Two tall, two small. Holding hands. "Yeah, bug," she said quietly. "Sometimes we do." --- *Stone's apology sat in Jax's phone unread for six hours.*

I had felt the worst hurt that day, even if I was only thirteen. He was my father’s best friend and had relocated to California to set up another branch of his IT company during summer, and I hadn’t seen him ever since then, I couldn’t tell anyone, but my heart broke every single day he didn’t show up at our front door. I had made up my mind to relocate to California for college once I graduated high school, just to be close to him again, and the mere sight of him right now melted my heart. It was odd to crush on my father’s best friend, he was much older than I am, but I have loved him ever since I was thirteen. The first day he came to visit he stood out, and no one, absolute no one has ev

I force myself to say, my voice is more sultry than I intend for it to be, and my body is betraying me; my nipples are hard, and there’s goosebumps all over my skin. “Yeah,” Zephyr shrugs as he takes a sip of his vodka. “It’s the only way any of us can fuck you.” He adds, and my mouth opens, but no word comes out. The silence is chilling, all four brothers are looking at me as if waiting for me to say something, but I almost don’t know what to say. The Dreadmoor brothers want me even though they shouldn’t. I’m their best friend’s wife. They’re my husband’s best friends, we should be off-limits to each other, but when Malcolm’s voice rings in my head again, I damn all consequences.