Novel & Cerita My Best Friend's Daughter

My STEP DAD'S BEST FRIEND Step Father: Mason Black Step Father Best friend: Lawrence Diaz Step Daughter: Blair Kingston LAWRENCE~~ “Don't bite your fucking lip if you don't want to find yourself slammed against the wall, screaming my name, Love.” I placed the dumb bells back into the racks, distracting myself from the little temptress herself. My best friend's step daughter, Blair. “How confident are we?” Blair's soft voice echoes from her end of the gym. She slips off her sweatpants and shoes, stepping onto a yoga mat. Her poses catch me off guard as she moves into a split, leaning forward with her back arched letting out a soft moan.

,she said. I looked furious and anxious, "you and daddy were really good friends with her parents too right?”, I asked. "She's the only best friend I have. I know her life got shattered and you know she doesn't deserve this please mum!”, I continued. "Yes, yes I know my daughter but…", my mother speaks. "But what? Mum”, and I cut in. "Maybe you won't understand what much of a trouble you want to get us,your brother, your father, the Silver moon pack into”,she notes.

"I find it embarrassing that a girl who has lived under my roof for twenty years has to wear old, faded sweaters while my daughter’s closet is overflowing with things she never wears." "She is a charity case!" Tessa shrieked, her face turning a deep, ugly shade of red. All her "best friend" acting disappeared in a second. "She’s the girl from the street! You can't give her things like that! Those are supposed to be for me! I’m the daughter!"

"I am your father, and I do not have to explain myself to you. Do you understand me, Taliana?" She gasped, eyes widening before an angry glare crossed her face again. "You slept with my best friend!" She stomped her foot. "How could you embarrass me like that?! I mean Ashley or Jane, I can understand, but… Becca? She is so beneath you!" Astonished by my daughter's remark, I shook my head, laughing. She wasn't upset I had slept with Becca because she was her friend. She was upset that it was Becca because she wasn't from our lifestyle.

“Mia… you shouldn’t be looking at me like that.” “Like what?” she asked innocently, stepping just inside the threshold of his doorway. “Like I appreciate a beautiful man who’s been kind to me for years?” He exhaled slowly, running a hand through his hair. “You’re eighteen. You’re my daughter’s best friend. This… whatever you think is happening here… it can’t.”

And how could he think it was okay to treat me that way when I was his daughter's best friend? My phone pinged at that moment and after turning it on to see the message I'd received, my heart fell upon reading it's content.

He placed a hand on my shoulder, “You’re in safe hands dear. I’ll be damned before I let any of those bastards lay a hand on my best friend’s daughter.” My eyes widened.. Best friend?!!

I continue to observe the unfolding situation. With her hands hesitantly hovering above Sasha's shoulders, they both turn to face me. "Meet Sasha, my best friend's daughter," she introduces. I haven't seen her since she was a teenager, around 16 or so. I can't believe how much she has blossomed into a woman now. My ears perk up at the mention of "best friend's daughter." So, they are not related in any way. How intriguing. I can't wait to find out what exactly is going on here. I hope this won't become a regular occurrence.

Nathan: I stood there dumbfounded. My eyes moved from Enora to Bridget and to Eliot, who stood smugly to the side, folding his arms and watching the drama unfold. “How could you, Dad?! How could you sleep with her?! How could you sleep with my best friend?!” My heart skipped a beat, and I watched the tears fall from my daughter's eyes as she beat my chest in anger. I knew that this day would come, but I didn't expect it to be so soon.

“I was just brought into the territory a few weeks ago. If not a stranger, what am I?” “You’re my beloved goddaughter and the mate of my precious godson,” she states boldly. Her eyes well with tears despite her defiant and confident stance. “You care for me because I am the mate of the man you raised, then?” “I care for you because you are the daughter of my best friend and the little one I pledged to protect with my life before she was even born.” The tears run down her cheeks, following the curve of her bittersweet smile. The daughter of her best friend?