Daddys Friend Novels & Stories

"How do you know about that?" "Everyone knows. You're kind of famous, Dad." Famous. That was new. Over the next few days, Maya and I fell into an easy rhythm. Training in the mornings. Pack business in the afternoons. Quiet evenings talking about everything and nothing. She told me about her friends. A girl named Judy who was brilliant at strategy. A boy named Dan who could shift faster than anyone in their class. "Are you and Dan close?" I asked casually. Maya rolled her eyes. "He's just a friend, Dad. Don't get weird."

Maddy POV. I want to go to dada, why can't I got to him, daddy kept holding me, papa tried to help but I saw the lady talking to dada and he looked mad. I also met the famous Emma, she's dada's helper, she says she keep his schedules making sure he got time for me.

He questioned. "Yeah, what do you mean?" Jayda repeated. "How can you just hug some random man like that when– when your husband is…" he trailed off, not being able to make out a good point which made him seem like the dumb one. "He's not some random man. He's my best friend. We've been friends since we were babies, as well as Freya." She grinned. "Hm." Fred forced himself to nod positively. "Cone on in, pal." Jayda said to Dave then slapped Fred's shoulders hard (she was so excited about Dave's presence that she didn't realise she did that), ushering Dave in.

*~* Walking into the house, a dim, red atmosphere welcomed me, I grinned, nodding my head to the boisterous beat of the music while my eyes scanned around the people grinding themselves on each other on the dance floor. "Hey, Tristan. My man!" A cheerful voice greeted and I chuckled, launching for a manly hug as we palmed each other's backs. "You've grown up already, damn!" Dickson purred. Dickson was once my childhood friend, his hair was dark red and his eyes were blue, He and his family used to live across the street from my house. We used to be close as children but we tore apart when my stepmother came between us because he was from a poor background.

she joked. “Deal,” Jennifer said, blushing but smiling. Bella walked over and hugged me tightly. “I just want you to be happy. Both of you.” As Bella pulled away, she glanced at Jennifer with a playful sparkle in her eyes. “But seriously, if you ever break my dad’s heart, I’m coming for you. Got it?” Jennifer laughed and nodded. “Got it.” “Same goes for you, Dad. You better not hurt my best friend,” Bella warned, giving me a stern look. I couldn’t help but chuckle.

“She is your friend, is it so wrong for me to treat her well?” She crossed her arms. “We’re not all that great of friends.” "Well, friends grow apart,” I shrugged lightly. She glared at me. “It’s not funny, Daddy. She’s ruining everything.” “You can’t decide that for someone else.” I sat back, gathering the pages on the table, careful to keep the more sensitive parts covered. “Now, about Neil. The offer to speak to him and his father is still on the table.” She pursed her lips. “She can’t have a car before I get a new one.”

Kevin gives a laugh that I honestly don’t see any funny — and no one else seems to either since he’s the only one laughing. “Come on and get the beers; the show is about to start,” Mitch says, cutting off the conversation with his deep voice. Of all the guys, he’s the most serious... maybe that’s why he’s the one who gets on best with Dad... But honestly, it’s a mystery to me how Daddy manages to be friends with so many different personalities, but that’s how he is. Daddy gives me a comforting squeeze on the shoulder and brings the beers to the table. As he walks away, I take a deep breath, looking at the ice that clicks inside it.

my wolf whispered. “Just watch how you act,” I grumbled. “I don’t like when things get complicated.” Complicated, like in my dorm room when I had changed, and her eyes burned hot looking at my body. She blushed so hard her face was as red as a tomato. My wolf hummed in satisfaction. She had liked what she had seen. I shook my head. Cynthia was my best friend’s sister. Dylan and I had been near inseparable until Dylan went into the exchange program. We’d talked about our worries and our secrets. I knew how important Cynthia was to her older brother.

“Yeah? Can daddy met Faye's new friends too?” “A-an teacher Maia! And Rosie a-and J-j-jennie and lots of more!” He smiled as he cradled his phone in his hand and pressed closer to his ear, as if the action will bring him closer to Faye. “Daddy will love to, baby.” “Cool! I mi-miss you, daddy!”

I cleared my throat and let out a deep sigh. "Jessie. He is a friend of mine, and Jared used to call him Dada." "Why the fuck is my son calling that fucking man dada?" He whispered dangerously. My brows furrowed, and I immediately glanced at Jared and Jessie, and I am glad they are having their own business on the couch!