My Best Friend's Daughter Novels & Stories

So I did. Not about the kiss. Not about the way he'd cupped my face or the way he'd said "Got what I wanted." I couldn't. That was mine to carry alone. But I told her about the note. The cold dismissal. The way he looked through me like I'd never existed. Sloane's jaw tightened. Her grip on my hand tightened too. "That son of a bitch." "Sloane—" "No. I'm going to kill him." She was already standing. Already reaching for her phone. "He can't treat you like this. You're my best friend. You're not some—some—"

I went back in and asked the receptionist if he was still busy but she told me he had already left. ★★★★Claire★★★★ I was sitting at the front porch, feeling blue. It has been awhile since I last saw Alexandra. She was my best friend and the only friend I have. Though I may be annoying and a talkative but Alex can put up with me anything. She is one of the best advisers I know aside from my mom. I kind of miss her company and her jokes. My world felt lonely without Alex sitting next to me just like the front yard is "Claire, are you still having the blues?"my mom asked

Hannah, my best friend had signed me up without my knowledge for the honor's program. It was a program where an important student and parent in the school could recommend student's in community college to give scholarships to ànd Hannah had recommended me for the exclusive exam which I had passed in flying colors. I couldn't wait to see her. She was supposed to come pick me up in five… "Alice!" I heard a familiar voice call out to me and I glanced up to find Hannah running towards me at full speed, her red hair flying in the wind. I dropped my bag and ran towards her, spreading my hands as she ran into my arms.

The silver mask she wore at *The Vault* hadn't hidden the curve of her jaw, the defensive tilt of her chin, or the intoxicating scent of her skin. I had spent twenty-four hours trying to forget the anonymous girl who had completely undone me in a dark VIP room, only for her to show up as Arthur’s daughter. My dead best friend's daughter. The girl I had sworn to protect from her predatory stepmother. The guilt had almost choked me, but the desire hadn't left. It had only gotten worse, watching her sit across from me at breakfast, looking at me with those defiant, furious eyes. "Mr. Sinclair?" Mrs. Gable called out again, the handle jiggling slightly.

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.

“About two years later, she came back to me and told me everything. She told me she had been pregnant with me and she had a daughter and that my best friend had been a deceitful snake who had been after her all this while and had manipulated us into breaking apart.” “We became king and queen again and our love for each other became even stronger. When we tried to collect our daughter from my best friend, he said she was dead. We mourned for a long time.” My father looked at me and I could see the sadness in his eyes, the sadness was directed at me. I felt a bad premonition and I asked, “Who is your best friend? What is his name?” “Donovan, his name is Donovan.”

she said, her tone as gentle as if she were offering me dessert. There was one thing about my mom... she was the only woman in the world I couldn’t say 'NO' to. Still, getting married to someone other than Sexy Red? Nah. Nevertheless, I smiled. “Okay… I’m listening,” I said warily. “You remember my best friend Hailey, right? Her daughter used to come around when she was little, though she’s been abroad for a while. She’s back now. Sweet girl. Quiet, reserved. She doesn’t talk much. An introvert... perfect for you.”

That morning, I asked my daughter about her best friend just to check in on her “Have you heard or seen your friend?” I questioned. “Now, she hasn’t been picking up my calls” she replied. “Are you fighting?” I acted normally. “No, something must have happened on the night of her birthday, and she isn’t telling me either,” she groaned. “She is your friend; I am certain she will come around one day”, I assured her “See you later, Pumpkin.” “Don’t you think you should take a break today; you have been working a lot lately?” she asked.

I might be wrong, but I saw his eyes sparkle at my response, and that sent tingles through me. Calm yourself, Estelle; he’s probably happy he gets to see his friend’s daughter around for a little longer and nothing more. Even if there was something, I doubt he would ever let it show. I couldn’t fault him. I was his best friend’s daughter, the one he shouldn’t desire.

Rei’s Point of View I was sure that once my daughter slammed the bedroom door, she would call Grace. Shiloh just needed a moment to calm down before reaching out to her trusted person. It was unusual that my best friend also happened to be her go-to person, but it worked for them. Despite having close friends her age, my daughter showed maturity beyond her years. When Shiloh was troubled, it was Auntie Grace she turned to. My best friend would reiterate everything I needed to say - she spoke the truth, after all.