My Best Friend's Daughter Novels & Stories

“Sorry—just a sec.” He swiped to answer. “Nathaniel!” Maya’s eyes widened. Nathaniel. She hadn’t heard that name in years. Ethan’s childhood best friend. The boy who was always glued to Ethan’s side during summers, dragging him into endless soccer matches and wild lake swims. She took a careful step back, grabbing the chance to slip away. “Yeah, I just got in,” she heard Ethan say behind her as she slipped into her room. “What? You’re coming down too? That’s awesome!”

Her scent is just like last night. Mate. Mate. Mate. Over and over again like a cursed melody. “You never told me about your…friend,” I said to my daughter. She folded her arms defensively. “I would have, if only you were around longer than ten seconds.” Alright. She has a point. Fuck. As if my mate being a human wasn’t enough, now she’s Marcella’s best friend. I had the feeling that if she knew what happened last night, all my chances of ever reconciling with her are gone.

ELLE Rule number one: Best friends don't keep secrets from each other. Rule number two: Best friends come first before anyone else. Rule number three: Best friends must always have each other’s backs. Rule number four: Best friends must attend important events together. Rule number five: Best friends will not ditch each other for popularity. Rule number six: Your best friend's brother is your brother, not your lover. Rule number seven: Best friends must celebrate birthdays together — always. Rule number eight: You must support your best friend's dreams and ambitions. Rule number nine: No lies - no matter what.

I said. "Yeah... And I said to you that I trust you and I'm ok with it." He replied. "We liked one girl for you. Tomorrow we will meet her parents to ask for her." I said to him. He opened his eyes and looked at me. "She is my best friend's daughter. We both lost our contact with each other. But a few days back I met her daughter and I love her already. I want her to be your wife and daughter-in-law of this family." I continued.

she snapped, popping her gum loud enough to make my skin crawl. “Lost puppy?” I fired back, rolling my eyes so hard they hurt. This chick was getting on my last nerve. “I’m here to see Mr. Damon.” I spat his name out, tempted to call him Daddy just to see her flinch. “And who are you to him?” she asked, gum smacking louder, her tone dripping with attitude. I didn’t give a shit who she was to Damon, but her vibe was straight-up trash. “His…” I froze, my brain scrambling. I wanted to say something wild, like his girlfriend, but that was a dumb move. Real dumb. “His daughter. Best friend’s daughter,” I said, staring her down, daring her to call me out.

he pulls out his index and thumb to show me how much aunties he got. "Yeah baby,Aunty paige is my best friend,"But I thought Aunty Samantha was your best friend" "She is too, Aunty Paige and I knew each other from way back ","That's a loooonnng time"he replies. "But mummy if she was your friend ,how comes we didn't see her untilnow?"my daughter asks "Because mummy had to move away"I answer. "Why?"she asks, shit what do I say to that? Paige my best friend,my sister,my soulmate and an angel saved me by saying"how about we get milk shake",To which my children reply with a cheer.

I don't want any other woman to go through such a mess just because of me. “I know very well that both of you are best friends and you want to keep your relationship going by getting both your kids married to each other, but I'm sorry that because I have never liked her and she knows very well that I don't like her, I wouldn't want your best friend's daughter to go through a loveless relationship with me, which is why I don't want you to bring her into this.” My dad looked very surprised when he heard what I said. Obviously he wasn't expecting that at all.

I grab my book bag, and I'm ready to go. "Finally," My best friend Rose says. "Beauty takes time, my dear friend," I say lightly. "Yeah, whatever," Rose says and rolls her eyes. Rose is the Alpha's Daughter. Even though she is a year younger than me, we have been best friends for as long as I can remember. "So, you're ready to slay this year," Rose says. "You know it," I say, and we both giggle. We hear a horn, and we know our ride is here. I give my mom and dad a kiss and follow my best friend out the door.

After giving birth early, memories from a different life flooded into my mind. In these memories, the daughter I had worked so hard to bring into the world was switched with hers. After that, I was told that my daughter had a congenital heart condition. I worked hard to raise her for eighteen years. In the end, I sold off all my assets so that she could have a heart transplant. Meanwhile, I had collapsed from all my efforts to care for her. Left with no choice, I wanted to tell my “daughter” that I was leaving this world, but I overheard her talking with my best friend. “That fool still thinks I’m her daughter. I was the one who poisoned her! Mom, once she dies and you get rid of tha