Dads Friend Novels & Stories

Even though mom often goes to meet her friends, which is Lunas. Dad gave me a suggestion that I should be friends with Alpha, Luna, and Alpha kids from other packs who are the same age as me. But I only have one friend who is a Luna. "Dad." I hugged dad's arm, who was sitting in his work chair. Dad smiled and kissed me on the cheek. "What is dad doing?" I looked at dad's laptop—lots of pictures posted there. There is no place that I recognize. I have never come to all packs.

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.

I wrap my arms around him, smiling up—only to meet his glare. “Is everything okay?” “Perfectly fine. Who wouldn’t be, meeting the man fucking their woman?” What? Is he talking about Jameis? He brushes past me, grabs the coffee pot and a cup, and pours. “I’m sorry—I didn’t know you’d mind me inviting him. And we’re not—” “So you admit you’re fucking him, but he’s just a friend? People don’t usually fuck their friends, Brandi.” “People don’t usually fuck their friend’s father either, so I guess I’m unconventional.”

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"

I chewed my thumbnail, scrolling up through our chat to see if he’d read it yet. That’s when my eyes flicked to the contact name at the very top of the screen. It wasn’t Tyler. It was **Rick**. As in Rick Uncle Rick. Jesus - my dad’s best friend since college. The guy my dad called “brother.” The one who’d been at every single family barbecue, every birthday, every Thanksgiving for the last fifteen years. The tall, silver-fox lawyer who always showed up with expensive wine for my parents and some little inside-joke gift for me, calling me “sweetheart” and ruffling my hair like I was still fifteen. The man my dad trusted with everything - house keys, emergency contacts, even the spare car whe