Dads Friend Novels & Stories

Dad said, without looking up from his computer. “We’re friends. You know that. We’ve known each other forever.” I said. “Is that all it is?” Dad asked. “What are you asking me dad? Am I screwing him?” I asked. “I’ve told you about saving yourself for your mate.” He said. “First of all, my sex life is none of your business. And I already told you, Landon and I are just friends. I have several male friends and we are perfectly capable of keeping our hands off of each other.” I snapped. So he looked up from his computer at me and he nodded his head.

he smiles. He is a lovely guy, one of the first from the pack I met, and now a close friend of my Dad. Always made a point to stay and chat to me if he saw me around, and forever offering to help with DIY if I needed him to, like he was trying to be another Dad, like Gabe and Manny’s Dad’s do too. All very sweet of them.

"Over my dead body I call you that stripper name!" Mom snorts into her wine glass. "Told you." Dad leans forward, voice dropping to that dangerous whisper he uses in hostile takeovers. "I've been speaking with an old friend. He has a grandson—brilliant man, apparently." My blood turns to ice water. "What kind of speaking?"

He was my best friend’s dad, for crying out loud. But as much as I tried to convince myself, a small, stubborn part of me couldn’t let go of the possibility. And that terrified me.

“You left us worried while you ran off to fuck your so-called best friend. I don’t know what friendship includes dick rides.” “Last I checked, we weren’t dating then—what’s the problem?” “We weren’t, but you knew how I felt. I just wanted you to get help—instead, you ran to him. Now you expect me to befriend him?” “I never said you had to. Jameis and I are just friends—I’ve told him I only want you. If you want to sulk all night, fine. Drop me home so I can ride my dildo and sleep.”

Author's POV The whole day Shane craved Emma as she asked him not to come during the daytime because it was Sunday. Her and her dad's day. And sealing his lips he spent his whole day with boy's, roaming around in bikes and then doing some help to Ben in his software development. Ben is Shane's closest and bestest friend and so is Akshay in male friend circle. Emma is his best friend as well but the things he can't share with her, he shares with these two idiots who are his secret keeper and biggest cheerleaders. They are his partner in crimes.

“It’s like when he’s around you, he changes. He’s quieter. More careful. Almost like he’s waiting for you to approve of something.” Damian chuckled lightly, warm but measured. “Approval, huh? I guess he wants to make a good impression. I am his girlfriend’s father.” “Dad,” she said sharply, cutting through the charm. “I’m serious. Are you pressuring him? Maybe without realizing it?”

"I watched the whole game. And then before I could come find you after the game, the field got so crowded that I lost you" "Oh I'm sorry dad. But I'm so happy that you came. Mom couldn't make it. She said she had some work stuff to handle" His gaze fell on Chloe. "Oh dad" he said. "I want you to meet my friend, Chloe Gilbert. Chloe, this is my dad" "Hi Mr Packard" Chloe said. "It's really nice to meet you" "It's nice to meet you dear" Jensen replied. "I'm little bit surprised. Tim has never introduced me to a female friend before. This is nice"

“We regroup. We need Thiago. And we need to find a way to beat Lucas at his own game.” As much as I hated to admit it, he was right. Charging blindly into Lucas’s trap would only end in disaster. But every second we hesitated, my father was in danger. My phone buzzed again. I snatched it up, my breath catching when I saw a video message from an unknown number. My hands shook as I clicked to play it. The screen flickered to life, and my worst nightmare unfolded before my eyes. My father was slumped in a chair, his face pale and gaunt, dark rings under his eyes. He looked weak—frail—nothing like the proud, formidable man I grew up with. Lucas’s voice came through the video, smooth and mocking.

“Good. No distractions from your studies.” I groaned. “Dad…” “Are you interested in my daughter?” Silence. Drake looked like he was contemplating running out the door. Mom gasped dramatically. “Darling! You’re scaring the poor boy!” Dad ignored her, waiting for an answer. Drake swallowed hard. “With all due respect, sir, Happiness and I are just friends.” Dad hummed, as if still debating whether to believe him. “We’ll see.” I dropped my head into my hands.