My Best Friend's Daughter Mga Nobela at Kwento

The little girl I watched grow up wants me to take her virginity. I want to. I really do. But there’s the fact her father is my best friend. She wasn’t wrong when she accused me of looking in places I shouldn’t have. Little Celeste grew up to be a beautiful woman. If she was any other girl, I’d have already fucked her. But… I was caught between a rock and a hard place. Best friend’s daughter. That’s what I’ve been repeating in my head since I saw her sit down next to me at the bar.

"He's my dad's best friend, alright?" Jason's eyebrows shot up. "Your dad's best friend? Seriously?" I nodded, looking away. "Yeah, seriously." He whistled appreciatively. "Well, well, isn't that interesting. You really are full of surprises, Sophia Skye." I grinned, relieved that my admission hadn't thrown him off too much. "Yep, I'm a regular enigma." He laughed, his eyes warm as he looked at me. "I believe it. So, what's the story there? How come the richest guy in town is your dad's best friend?"

Before he could retort, I went on, all of my previous anxiety suddenly gone. “I didn’t know who she was when we met,” I said. “Fuck, I didn’t know she was your daughter until the fundraiser, and she didn’t know about our connection, either.” “How long have you been seeing her?” Bob growled. “A few weeks,” I slowly said while quickly raking my mind for the exact number. “So it’s not too early to call it off.”

*Scarlet* On Christmas Eve 26 years ago, I came into this world, a healthy, baby girl; but I wasn't the only one born on that day. Enter, Cole Caldwell; the other baby in my neighborhood, born Christmas Eve, 26 years ago. Also known as my best friend. His brother Johnny is one of my best friends too, but Cole and I have been attached at the hip since we entered this world. Years and years of sexual tension between us, yet, we NEVER have crossed that line. It's not like I haven't wanted to, the same goes for Cole; we just didn't want to ruin our friendship. Friends having sex, usually, never turns out good. I don't want to lose my best friend over something as simple as SEX. We both just rece

Quinn Briar and I drive home in an oppressive silence. I'm not really sure what to say or how to reassure her because I'm barely hanging on myself. I always knew I'd have to deal with Hank's death eventually. I just never imagined it would be under these circumstances. He should have years left on his life, he's barely even two years old. He's been my best friend for most of that time and I'm not exactly sure how I would function without him.

"Saraya, meet Arlan Reef, my most trusted ally and also my best friend. He is here with his friend, Matilda Hawthorne." I swallowed hard, still unable to absorb the shock of my entire life. "Why did she have to be his daughter?" I couldn't help but ask myself. "I am honoured to meet your acquaintance, Mr. Reef." She stretched out her hand to me What exactly does she think she's doing? Why doesn't she look perplexed at all on finding out the guy she's been naughty with is her father's best friend? "The pleasure is all mine Miss." I shook her hand. She stroked the back of my hand lightly with her thumb. I shot her a ‘wrong timing’ look and let go of her hand but she only smiled. "Little temptr

And that woman happens to be his precious daughter, kissing her “best friend.” The most part painful part of it all, I don't know if she'd ever be mine again.

Julian looks at me intensely, so intensely that I feel the air being stolen from my lungs. “You’re not just my best friend’s daughter, Angelee.” His tone leaves no doubt that he means it. “Is that how you see me? Your father’s best friend?” “No. Of course not.” I seal my lips, feeling my heart pounding hard, and lower my eyes again to my hands, the trembling fingers struggling against each other. Just my father’s friend? I wish it were simply like that. “It’s the same — you’re not just Mike’s daughter; you’re my friend too, little girl.”

She added,shaking her head almost like she was shaking away the thoughts. This was the first time Martha had talked about herself.I leaned in closer. "Who was she?"I asked She gave me a warm smile. "She was my best friend.She was the best person I had ever met and her daughter..."she stopped in her tracks laughing awkwardly as she straightened up, smoothening the crinkles on her gown. "..and her daughter?"I asked curiously. She gave me a smile waving off the conversation. "Its not important ma'am"she said.

—---------------------------------------------------- ~ Ronan's Pov ~ I can't get her out of my head. Honestly, if this were a situation where I was thinking about some random girl, or a chick I had just picked up from a bar or a stripper, then it would be different. But this is not just some random girl—this is my best friend's daughter.