My Best Friend's Daughter Mga Nobela at Kwento

Even though she hasn't seen him in a very long time, it means a lot to me that she's never forgotten him. My two best friends gave me my third best friend. Kyra is the greatest part of her parents combined. She's got Aiden's philosophical, I-want-to-fix-everyone outlook and Elara happy, free, no-bullshit spirit. Lately, I've been wondering how she sees me. Now that she's older, I'm sure I don't come off as the hero who wipes tears and brings home bunnies like when she was little, and I kinda miss that. It was a cool feeling to have this little person view me as the one that made everything better for them.

My smile widens at his words. "Stop stalling, Amelia. Throw out what's repressing you from the inside out at once." She crosses her arms, making her breasts stand out more, and I drop my gauze, wondering what color her pout is. Damn, focus! She is the daughter of the enemy. It must be a card out of the deck. She is his ex-wife's younger sister and last but not least, she is eighteen years old. "What happened?" I resolve to cut to the chase and avert my eyes from temptation. His face turns into a disgusted frown, but he's still looking at me.

"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

Maybe have their own pups. But it's time to go. I'm sad I have to go, that I'll miss Reid's baseball games next summer. And even though that violin that Stella plays hurts my ears, she was getting better. I hope she never stops playing. It makes her happy, I can tell. I'll miss family vacations at the cabin Dad bought. The one where he told Mom he loved her for the first time. I'll miss birthday parties where Mom sneaks me cake. I got to have ten with Stella and eight with Reid.

"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

The population of students just wondering on the field was our total population back at Rosewood. “I don’t know why you don’t want to be a drama major,” Antonio teased. “Nah, that would be just boring,” I said jokingly with a smile. “Well, I suit yourself. Enjoy your literature classes. See you around kiddo,” He said as he gave me slight punch on my arm and disappeared into the crowd. “Kiddo?” I said to myself. I had to face it. Antonio really saw me as a little girl, his best friend’s little girl and the earlier I accepted that the better.

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.

“I hate that I can’t be there, and she doesn't have her mother. Please do something nice for her.” I knew that. She would be turning twenty. “Sure, no problem. She’s happy and fine, Billy. There’s nothing to be worried about,” I assured him. “Thank you, Ben. Talk to you later,” he said before hanging up. I exhaled heavily. He can not find out what I was doing to his daughter. If he didn't have me killed first, then he would have to go. Billy had been my best friend for as long as I could remember. I never thought there would be a day I’d have to choose between him and his daughter, but it might eventually come to that. I wasn't letting my Snow White go.