Daddys Friend Novels & Stories

"So you have a new mom, Daphne? Oh my God. There's always a surprise every day. What will it look like? I mean... is she a hot woman?" "No. She's a mom. She's a nurse, and we're close friends. I call her Mom. Her name is Marisa. Not the way you imagine. Besides, my dad's not a jerk who sees women by their big tits and giant asses." When I said this, Max coughed."What's the matter with you, Max? Are you one of those jerks Daphne says you are? If so, then lick my big ass now!" Sherley shouted. I was used to Sherley being very sarcastic and vulgar. He was shameless. But he also knew the place to show his true colours.

“It's okay dear, you can call me anything you want.” “You are my Dadda’s friend?” A strange look crosses Ethan's face before he clarifies, but Adrin excitedly cuts him off. “Yes! Kinda ..we are busi–” “Then you are my friend Dadda!!” “Friend dadda??” We both repeat his words at once, but Adrin giggles in reply. “Yes Dadda’s friend: friend Dadda!” “Then you are my friend's son!!” “Hihihi!!”

Hayley sat down on her chair in front of Daisy and began softly. "Baby, how are you?" Daisy replied cheerfully. "I'm fine, mommy!" Hayley paused, heaving a sigh. Then she continued, "Baby, do you know that man?" She asked, her voice tinged with worry and anticipation for her response. Daisy's eyes sparked with excitement as she flashed Hayley a wide grin. "Yes, mommy! He's Uncle Damian. He is my friend." Hayley was taken aback, her next words caught in her throat. She licked her dry lips, swallowing the lump that had formed in her throat, still staring at Daisy in bewilderment and disbelief.

They began walking toward the parking lot. Lily’s phone rang suddenly. She glanced at the screen. “It’s Ryan.” Flora felt her stomach tighten. Lily answered. “Hey.” There was a short pause as Ryan spoke on the other end. “Oh really?” Lily said. Flora glanced at her. “What?” Lily covered the phone briefly. “He says my dad wants to see him later.” Flora’s blood ran cold. Marcus. “Okay,” Lily said to the phone again. “We’ll see you later.”

“You’re so dramatic. Alicia, say hi. This is Alex.” I leaned into frame and waved awkwardly. “Hi. The infamous Alex.” “Infamous?” He laughed, his dark eyes crinkling. “I’ll take it. Mirabel talks about you all the time. The bookish best friend who kept her from failing econ.” “That was all her,” I said. “I just provided snacks and threats.” “See?” Mirabel nudged me. “She’s humble too. Alex, tell her about your dad’s investment thing.”

As though she were trying to understand something far too big for her age. Darius watched his daughter. Then walked over and crouched down until they were eye level. "Daddy has a question." Hazel immediately looked at him. "What is it?" "If one of your friends moves to another school, does that mean they're no longer your friend?" Hazel thought for a moment. Then shook her head. "No." "Why not?" "Because they're still my friend." A small smile appeared on Darius's face. "It's the same with Uncle Dante."

What she saw made her blood run cold. It was a message from an unknown number. The text was short and chilling: **“Nice kiss by the pool last night. Does Lily know her daddy is fucking her best friend? Delete this message and I send the clearer version to everyone. Be smart, little girl.”** Attached was a blurry but unmistakable photo.

I have something to tell you all : Me: Goody, good yummy cakes. I can’t wait to see you all, and the babies got so big and more active.: Unc. Zack: Ok, I can’t wait to see my little munchings: Me: I am not trying to be mean, but what is your friend’s name, your second-chance mate? Unc. Zack: Cissy Mowers. Mrs. Mowers: M: Thank you, and please don’t mention that I never knew her name. I don’t want her to feel like we don’t care about her, ok, Unc.:

Who on earth was this friend? "Mom." I kept my voice calm. "Who is this friend?" "I don't remember his name." She frowned. "I don't think he told me, but he was so kind. All he did was ask all about you, when you were little." None of those words made me feel at ease. Who was this person? It wasn't Theodore. Theodore wouldn't meet with my mother behind my back. Was it a reporter? "What did they look like?" "He's tall and handsome," She wiggled her brows at me. "He had some tattoos here." She tapped her knuckles.

A soft, wicked laugh that made the hairs on my neck rise. “I also want to thank him for taking very good care of your daughter too, especially when she was in school. Isn’t he just a good and trustworthy friend right Mr Harry?” she asked, her eyes still glued to Fiona. “Hmmm, I agree. Jalen is a principled man, which is why we are still good friends till today,” he answered with a bright smile on his face. My heart shattered. “Well, my husband is so principled and caring to the point of satisfying your daughter’s teenage sexual urges,” Marian concluded her words with a dark laugh.