Mom Bestfriend Novels & Stories

Monster. "What are you talking about? You are... mates? Vanessa is nearly two decades younger than you!" My mother stammered, her panic evident as her eyes darted between mine and Alpha Alexander's, almost as if she were hoping someone would reveal this was all a sick joke.

Who on earth was this friend? "Mom." I kept my voice calm. "Who is this friend?" "I don't remember his name." She frowned. "I don't think he told me, but he was so kind. All he did was ask all about you, when you were little." None of those words made me feel at ease. Who was this person? It wasn't Theodore. Theodore wouldn't meet with my mother behind my back. Was it a reporter? "What did they look like?" "He's tall and handsome," She wiggled her brows at me. "He had some tattoos here." She tapped her knuckles.

I force myself to look away before I do something stupid like ask what the hell he's doing here. Then I see Monica Smith, and I'm reminded of years from my childhood that I'd forgotten about. She's older now, her dark hair threaded with silver and swept back from her face, but I'd recognize her anywhere. Monica Smith. My mother's best friend from when I was a kid. The woman who used to tend my split lips and bruised ribs with gentle hands after my father's rages, her fingers careful as she cleaned blood from my skin while my mother stood nearby wringing her hands.

Whenever my son, Ethan Shaw, cried, my mother-in-law, Jacqueline, would pat his back and call his name. She said it was to keep his soul from leaving his body when he got scared. I thought she was just being superstitious until one day, an old woman stared at my son and her face went pale. "Why are his pupils so dilated? He only has one-tenth of his soul left! Has anyone tried to summon his soul?" A chill ran down my back and I told her about his grandmother. She said, "She isn't calling his soul back. She's calling it out of his body! I'll give you the candles. Take it home and light it, or your son will die." I was a little wary. Was I really going to suspect my son's own grandmother

Werewolf Romance • Dark Romance • Forbidden Love Naya Veyra came to New York for one reason to spend the summer with her best friend, Santana Lopez. She never expected to come face-to-face with the one man she had spent years trying to forget. Alpha Zayden Lopez. Santana's father. Powerful. Ruthless. Untouchable. At forty-three, Zayden is the feared Alpha of the Obsidian Crest Pack, a man who controls one of New York's most powerful supernatural families from behind the walls of his luxurious Manhattan empire. And Naya has secretly been attracted to him for years. She knows he's forbidden. She knows he's her best friend's father. And she knows nothing can ever happen between the

"I'll take care of Maya. Even if she acts like my little sister." ‎"I'm only two months younger than you, big sister," I chuckled, shaking my head. ‎My dad looked at me, a sudden wave of sadness crossing his features. "You look so much like your mother, Maya. Every single day." "Ugh, you're such a vibe killer, Arthur," Christie groaned playfully, resting her head on Charles's shoulder. "At least Maya's mom loved her before she passed. My mom just vanished to spend my dad's money on young boytoys."

“What are you doing here? This is a private vacation with my daughter.” Elena’s gaze slid over to Mia, appraising her slowly from head to toe. “And who is this lovely young thing? She looks far too beautiful to be just a ‘family friend.’” Mia lifted her chin, refusing to be intimidated. “Mia Thompson. Lily’s best friend.” “Best friend,” Elena repeated, amusement flickering in her eyes. “How sweet. You must be very… close to the family.” The way she said it made Mia’s skin crawl.

My voice came out broken in the most beautiful way. He pulled back, not slowly, not gently either. He stepped away from me like I had burned him, one full step back, his jaw tight, his hand dropping from my waist. "That can't happen," he said. I stared at him. "Did you feel that? You felt it. I know you felt it …" "Levrae." "We're mates, Finn. The goddess — she bonded us, I felt it, you have to have felt …" "Stop." His voice was quiet. That was the worst part. He wasn't yelling. He was calm in the way that meant his mind was already made up. "It can't happen. I'm your brother's best friend. I work for your father. I protect this family."

"Zuwairah please, it been a week already,can you just please forget about him?" Her mom asked in a really careful tone,she really don't want to upset her more than what she's going through right now "Mom I don't know...but I can't just get him out of my system,I love him so much Mom" she poured her heart out as she burst into tears Her mom pulled her into a tight hug "everything will be fine my dear" she said as she tried to calm her down

Once mother says her goodbyes to all her childhood friends, we leave. "What do you think about May, you guys were together the whole time." Mother ask, looking over at me. "She's nice." May and I click on a friend level. We both have something in common that we can talk to each other about, something we both can understand. Neither one of us is looking to claim and mark someone as our mate. We exchange numbers and I'm sure we'll hang out again, but as friends. "Do you think she's pretty?" Mother asks smiling.