Dads Friend Novels & Stories

“I wonder why you aren’t scared of my dad. He will be so disappointed if he ever hears you are mating his daughter as his friend.” “Friends help each other - that’s why. Your dad is not a saint. Just because he puts on his church hat doesn’t mean he is any better than I am. And besides no one is there to tell him about us except you.”

He gave Evander a stiff bow before turning around and walking down the corridor. The moment Julian was out of earshot, Evander stepped closer, his shadow completely covering me. "You're already making friends on your first hour here." "He was my father's trusted lawyer," I whispered, keeping my voice low so the nearby executives wouldn't hear us. "Unlike everyone else in this building, he actually seems happy that I'm alive. Why are you acting like this? You look like you want to throw him out of the window."

“This means the world to me.” He smiled back, and for a moment, all the worries of my confused feelings about my father faded into the background. “Always here for you, Rochelle. That’s what friends are for.” I shot him a look and asked, “Just friends?”

Nico Cephas. The name hits like a punch. Dad's best friend since forever. Ex-fighter, built like a tank, the guy who practically raised me after Mom. He'd show up at the house when Dad was gone—fix dinners, scare off bullies at school, teach me how to throw a punch. Those gray eyes. That gravel voice.

“Babe, there’s something else I have to tell you,” I said. He raised his head to gaze at me, his cheeks wet from tears. I used my hand to wipe his face as I spoke. “While I am happy to share my life with you and our child, I don’t see my life without my parents in it too. My dad is your best friend, and I don’t want to come between you both.” “Shhhh, shhhh,” he said, taking my left hand and planting a soft kiss on it. “You didn’t come between I and Derry, but I understand he’s just protective of you, just like I will be of our daughter.” I frowned.

Maybe a party would help me forget about everything that had happened in the last twenty-four hours. Jenny squealed with excitement, hugging me tight. “Yes! This is going to be epic!” I laughed despite myself, shaking my head. “Alright, alright. But only for a little while.” Jason smiled and wrapped an arm around me, pulling me in for a quick hug. “You guys have fun tonight,” he said. “I would have joined, but my dad just got back from his business trip, so I have to be home.” I nodded, feeling a small pang of disappointment. “We’ll miss you,” I said softly, looking up at him.

I asked, annoyed. "Of course I need to ask because you're not the type that's smiling often, more or less talk to us much except Trina. So, you don't expect me not to ask if you're ok or maybe you need something." Dad said, still surprised. "Well dad for your information I need nothing, my friend is coming today so I need to prepare breakfast for her." I told him. "Your friend like a friend? I never knew you had a friend except Trina." Dad said getting interested in this. Yeah he always wants to know what's going on in your life and it's annoying.

Richard Forbes, our neighbour and my dad’s best friend, our families were closely knit and the whole town knew about it. My dad “Fredrick Jones” was the most humble and genuine guy in this entire town of Green witch and my family was kind of looked up to by the people of this town, our vineyard was the source of income for the most people of this town and my dad was genuinely concerned about their well being. Mr Forbes and my father have been friends since their childhood, when Mr Forbes lost his parents in a car accident it was my grandfather who took care of him and that was the reason my dad and he grew to be inseparable.

Adeline , I saw my mother cry yesterday , this is something that I have never seen her do . I know that she’s one hell of a crazy woman , but she was broken and cried in my damn arms. Watching my mother cry is crazy and I don’t want it . I don’t know how long I can keep this up , my dad hasn't been picking up my calls , he seems to be so occupied with his latest flings that he can’t pick up the damn phone. I am going nuts here Adeline and you best friend is not around to comfort me , I am going crazy .

I said broking there lovely uncle son, moment. "Dad??" Aaron asked and eyed between me and dad. "Yes Aaron, he's your only best friend, CHRISTIAN WOTSON, with whom you used to play along in childhood." Dad said and he come towards me, first he punched me on my stomach on which i hissed in pain, and then hugged me tight. SPD (split personality disorder) patient.