Friends Dad Novels & Stories

His eyes lowered to my lips and I drew them into my mouth, wetting them before popping them back out. "Just right." He finished. "What else?" His eyes returned to mine which was now a little bit dilated, I guess. "What else do you think is wrong?" He questioned. "Our... Our relationship, you are my father's friend..." My lips trembled the words out. "Your father's friend, not your father's fucking brother. We are not blood related, Daisy. We could fuck, I could breed you and our children won't be results of incest. I was only friends with your father, not his brother. And yes, being your father's best friend means I know you better, a little bit more than you know yourself, in fact. It's jus

“This dog is not my mate. I can’t smell anything remotely attractive from him.” “Permission to kill, Uncle Tyson?” Jax growled, eyes glinting. “Granted,” Dad said too fast. I shot him a glare. “I’m your only son!” “Exactly. I’ve suffered enough.” “Horrible father.” “Proud of it.” “I’ll help Alpha Stone prank you next.” “Horrible son.” “Also proud.” “I hate you.” “Mutual.” “STOP IT!” Daddy finally exploded. “Food’s getting cold. Ty’s tired. Sit your asses down!”

" His words sent a thrill through me, but Susan beamed with uncontained joy. I opened my mouth to tell my father the truth, but I hesitated. I remembered Susan's promise—she only needed one day to experience this life, and then she would return my father to me. So, I swallowed my urge to speak. "Dad, uh… Do you need a housekeeper at home?" Susan shot me a look, silently pleading with my father not to keep me around. My fists clenched tightly. I couldn't believe she was going back on her word. My father turned to me, his gaze softening with an unexpected warmth. Then, slowly shaking his head, he murmured, "It's… it's uncanny how much you look like her." He then asked, "Are you married?"

Alex said, stuffing the money in his pocket and already thinking of what he was going to do with it. “Alright. I have to go now, but remember that I love you and I will not rest until we become a family as we are supposed to be, okay?” “Okay, dad. I love you too.” Alex replied, watching as his father got into the car and drove away. He couldn’t wait to tell his friends about this. He had a dad too. A dad that he could play football with and who would give him piggy rides, although he was probably too old for piggy rides already, but he was sure that if he asked, his dad would not deny him. After all, they had never done it before, and his dad looked kind.

CHAPTER 2 Mom didn't even pay attention to me when we saw her in the kitchen. We had breakfast quietly. Dad noticed about the treatment of mom toward on me. But dad is quiet, and he doesn't want to bother about of me and my mom had. My dad is a real estate broker. So, he met Tito Jordan before, because Tito was looking for land on which to build his business. For daddy he helped. They became even closer. Most likely, they were mommy's classmate, Tito Jordan and his wife Tita Peni in high school. So, it is easy for them to get along and become friends.

“We were best friends in college. Your father and I shared a lot back then. I remember he often told me about you…that he had a smart daughter—even smarter than him, he said, and he was sure you would succeed in the future. He’s a proud Dad, I almost went deaf from all his stories about you. Although, I didn’t get the chance to meet you while your father was still alive. And it’s sad knowing that I met you now but your father is no longer here.” I didn’t know what to say. Hearing how important I was to Dad felt like someone was caressing my heart. Because when he was still alive, he had been too busy working and I could barely spend time with him. I shook my head. My head was already hurting

“Since I was fourteen. Lily and I have been best friends forever. Alexander has always been like a second father to me.” “Second father,” Marcus repeated, tasting the words. His eyes gleamed with amusement. “Interesting choice of words. Because the energy between you two doesn’t feel very… fatherly.” Alexander stood up abruptly, towering over Marcus. “That’s enough. Mia is family. You will speak about her with respect, or you can take your documents and leave.”

“Three times today, princess. Filled this tight little cunt while he was texting you like a worried puppy. He was right outside that door, and you were in here naked, legs wrapped around Daddy, whimpering as I came inside you again. How’s that feel, baby? Knowing your man’s hunting for his sweet girlfriend while she’s dripping his father’s load?” “Oh my god, Adrian—Daddy—shut the fuck up! You think that’s funny? your son—was right there, banging on the door while you fucked me. What if he heard us in the shower? What if he pushed in and saw me like this—naked, marked up, pussy swollen from your cock? Fuck, he’d lose his shit, call me a cheating whore, and you’d be the one explaining why his

I would never forget this mean woman who had spared no efforts in murdering my mother the moment she found out that the poor woman slept with her husband. I instead looked at her father, who was sitting nearby, and said, "Good evening, Dad.” "Take a seat, Addison. We were talking about your sister and her boyfriend, Joshua Roswell." My father replied indifferently not concerned about the insults that were being hurled at me by his despicable wife. He also had never been kind to me too so what should I expect? But he must have been in a good mood today to not hurl words at me too. I had a confused facial expression as to why we needed to talk about Joshua and Lia.

I muttered. But my eyes kept stealing glances at the two familiar strangers, especially the man, they seemed to be a couple. Moments later, my parents joined them. “Oh, Marian, Jalen—welcome! Please, make yourselves comfortable,” my father said, his smile wide, and unusual. It startled me to see both of my parents beam so openly. The couple were family friends. The man—Jalen—was my father’s best friend. My heart skipped as I looked at him. I remembered that charm, that presence. I had admired him since childhood, before he married Marian and stopped visiting. Yet, seeing him now, the pull toward him felt just as strong, maybe even stronger.