My Best Friend's Daughter Novels & Stories

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.

Tomorrow I would be starting a new life I promise never to allow anyone bully me and no fake friends like I had in high school. The girls were only my friend Because of the benefits. Who won't want to be a friend of a billionaire daughter?. My parents are okay and I attend the best school in town. The only person am always comfortable with is Kate. She is my mom best friend daughter, she is of my elder twins age but she is more matured. Mom and Dad spend most time at work or having couples treats it obvious they really don't need a kids because they kept acting like they just got married.

—---------------------------------------------------- ~ 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.

One especially infuriating thing about Kieran Darjee is that she thinks she knows every fucking thing. She thinks she knows exactly how I feel and what I think. If she’d bother to ask every once in a while, she’d know just how wrong she is. Disregarding however I might feel about her, why would I not want her to be at the celebration? She’s been my best friend since we were kids and we’ve always gone to the celebration together, so why would that change now? We’ve let bygones be bygones and are choosing to ignore the fact that we were estranged for two years, so ideally, nothing has changed between us. Or am I expecting too much?

she hissed and then walked over to me. “What is a best friend, Mommy?” Tanya asked when Tara reached us. Tara immediately carried Tanya and stared at her with a smile on her lips. “Baby, best friend is someone who’s there for you at all times no matter what happens.” Tara glanced at me and smiled. “Just like your Mimi.” the child holds Tara’s cheeks, and it’s kinda cute. “Will I have one too?” Tara nodded. “Yes, of course. You will find someone, and I want you to choose someone like your Mimi!” after Tara said those words to her daughter, the girl giggled as if she loved what her mother had said. I was about to speak when someone knocked on my door.

" Speaking of your regional events I need to know what happened with my best friend because she told me that she was going to tell me what happened and that I shouldn't trust your dad who I still don't trust because I know about Tina. " " My dad regards you as a daughter. " " No he doesn't and I can prove it ." © #KCMmuoe

I look to my left and see Gia standing and hitting her champagne glass with her fork. “Since you guys are all full, I think it’s time for my maid-of-honor/best-daughter’s speech.” I glance at Fenice and see her smiling as she turns her full attention to Gia. “As you all know, B is my best friend, and Papi is my father. My best friend fell in love and married my father. Isn’t that something?” She chuckles before continuing. “I know what many of you are thinking—that it’s weird. Trust me, I get that. It was weird for me, too. But then I realized how much they love each other and how happy they are together. Their love is special, and nothing should ever keep them apart,” she says as she wipes

“I’m starving. When will dinner be served?” “Soon. The servers are setting up the table.” She shifts her focus to Jordan who is now in the company of a woman I’ve not met before. She has her hand on his arms and her chest is almost brushing his arms. Jealousy claws at my guts. I look away, stifling the rousing envy. “Jordan, if you'll please join us. I’d like to formally introduce you to my daughter, Astrid.” She extends her hands towards him, “Astrid, meet Jordan, your father’s best friend.”