Buddy Son Storytime Novels & Stories

"What, he can't move on? Tss. It's been three months." I met him at this school too, even though I don't study. Sarah used to come here and she invited me to an event. That's where I met Devin. He is the son of the dean who runs this school. He was a playboy. That's why we got along. He understands my job. He was the only person who understood my job. I threw the cigarette when I had finished and took out another one. "Woah, do you know that this place is restricted for smokers?"

he said. I widened my eyes. I had always believed my Mate Bond with Liam could not be undone because our kind valued lifelong loyalty. I never thought it could be undone so easily. "That's all in the past now. I want to take you somewhere tonight," said Adrian as he turned the car. We went toward the Apex Tower. I asked, "Are we still going to work at this hour?" He smirked and replied, "No. Tonight isn't about work." Adrian led me to a hidden elevator in the underground parking lot. He said, "This is my private spot."

I reached over to tuck a blanket around her, but her eyes flicked open. "Adelyn... you're really letting him go?" I paused, then nodded. I thought ending ten years with someone would hurt. But all I felt was relief. She saw it in my face, gave a slow nod, and drifted off. Watching her, a memory hit me—how I met Noah. Ten years ago. Back when my aunt and uncle kicked us out with nothing. Grandma got sick, and I started juggling school and part-time jobs just to keep her alive. One night, I got jumped in an alley. Some guy saved me. I was bleeding, freaked out—I never saw his face.

He stood across from her, unsure of what the hell to say. “I didn’t think I’d see you,” he muttered. “I wasn’t sure I’d come back.” “But you did.” “I had to.” A voice echoed from the back hallway. “Momma?” Johnny went still. So did she. And then—a small figure padded into the room. A boy. Blonde hair. Maybe four. Bright, stormy blue eyes that stopped Johnny in his tracks. He stared. The boy did too. Johnny couldn’t breathe. “Buddy,” Alli said gently, walking around the bar and crouching. “Remember what I said about staying in the room while I worked?”

“Hey, buddy.” “I went to the park today with Mom. We chased squirrels and I saw a turtle. His name was probably Frank. Can you come next time?”

He was his father’s only son in charge of the multi billion dollar business across the majority of the states. And Celine, the road trips. The whispered promises. The long shifts at the hospital where Celine, my best friend, covered for me just so I could race to Jeremy for dinner. The nights I stayed with her, crying about him pulling away, and she stroked my hair and swore she’d never let anyone hurt me. My stomach twisted violently.

he says in his cute voice. "Oh baby,I am sorry okay" I whisper to his hair, hugging him close. "Buddy what is your name " Grayson asks ruffling his hair. "Matteo"he says this time staring at my fried chicken. "Do you want some?"I asked and he nods. "Okay you can have all"I tell him and gave him all the box containing the chicken. He giggles excitedly and it was so innocent and pure. " Where do you live buddy!" I asked

I say in a whisper. "Yeah you did," he says. "But you can spend this time trying to right all the wrong." After he hangs up, I quickly go back to meet my son. "Hey buddy," I say to him and dust my hands on his hair gently. He smiles up at me and my heart just melts. "Let's go on a little trip tomorrow buddy." "Where to?" He asks. "To meet Tiffany," I say. "Oh! Yay! Yes, daddy!" He flaps both his arms in an excited way which tells me he is really happy about this.

He always had all kinds of weird ideas when they were growing up, and no one could understand his thought process. After showering his son with kisses, Nathan finally remembered that he had come with someone. “Buddy, this is my friend, Marcus, you can call him Uncle Marc. He is Daddy’s good friend, and he is super rich. In case you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask, okay.”

"I encountered Buddy for the first time when he was three years old. Back then, I had no idea about my connection to you or that Buddy was your son." Alexander's tone was serious, his gaze unwavering. Nyla nodded thoughtfully. "Really? Buddy is that talented with computers? He's never shown any of that in front of me." "Yes, he's incredibly gifted—one of the most talented I've ever seen. That's why I took him on as my apprentice. Later, when I discovered our connection and learned he was your son, I liked him even more," Alexander explained.