My Best Friend's Daughter Novels & Stories

"Let me introduce you. This is Sorya, Ryan's mother, my mother-in-law. And that one over there, you've probably met before." "Yes, yes, I already know your husband," she said, making air quotes with her hands. "Hello, how are you?" "Oh! You're my daughter's friend?" Sorya said. I stared for a moment, trying to understand the expression 'daughter'. "Yes, ma'am!" Beth replied enthusiastically, squeezing her hand. "Her best friend, loyal assistant in corpse concealment... whatever she needs! We even lived together in college." "I can see you care a lot about her," Sorya said, pouting and then smiling. "It's acceptable."

I never thought in a million years that could happen to me either. "Elona will be going back on some outing with Dakota Agency, so I will be accompanying her again." I lied. He nodded, "Thanks. I know that I am a sh^tty father right now. I appreciate that you are being there for my little girl and taking good care of her. She needs that support and while I'm not there to be with her, you are there. I couldn't have asked for a greater friend." he smiled through his exhaustion. I forced a smile because everything he said hit me like a punch. I was f^cking his daughter, I was lying about it and once he found out about us, I'm not sure how he would look at me again, and I doubt he would be my fr

My dark hair was all tousled from the ‘movements’ but I could still see his handsome face through the thick curtain of hair. That's the first reason why I fell for him. Those sharp cheekbones and full lips with magnetic blue eyes drew me in the first moment I saw him. “Hey,” His deep voice rumbled, a smile tugging at his lips. I was just about to respond when I realized where we were. “Shit! Get off me!” I grunted, trying to push his heavy ass away. It was at that moment that I heard the sound of approaching footsteps heading our way, accompanied by a voice. “Dad, Dad…where are you? Brit and I need to get something at the store so can we use your truck?” His daughter and my best friend, Clai

The bitterness in her tone was sharp. “You are my daughter.” “And that’s supposed to make this easier?” “No,” I admitted. She looked up at me then. For a second, I didn’t see the future Alpha. I saw the little girl who used to demand I watch her spar, even when she was five and swinging a wooden stick twice her size. “You chose my best friend,” she said. “I did.” “And you’d do it again.” “Yes. She's my mate Alice.” She inhaled sharply at that.

“Mia… you shouldn’t be looking at me like that.” “Like what?” she asked innocently, stepping just inside the threshold of his doorway. “Like I appreciate a beautiful man who’s been kind to me for years?” He exhaled slowly, running a hand through his hair. “You’re eighteen. You’re my daughter’s best friend. This… whatever you think is happening here… it can’t.”

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.

Even with five years separating us, she was still my best friend. “Is this to do with whatever you and Alpha Ethan have been holed up in here discussing?” he asked, sitting back and folding his arms. The trace of a smile played around the corners of his lips. Dad could never stay stern with me for long. ‘You are his favourite daughter,’ Nadini giggled. ‘I’m his only daughter.’ ‘Exactly!’ ‘Ha, ha,’ I retorted dryly, before turning back to my dear old dad. “Alpha Ethan and I have been discussing a mutual problem. One you’d most likely be privy to, if you’d attended the meeting you set up with him.”

In her eyes, there was a look of indifference. I got lost looking at her, forgetting even that too was inappropriate. Felisha pulled my head down, our lips inches away from each other. She whispered: “I hope you know that’s your best friend’s daughter, fuck boy. She’s off limits.” Felisha warned. Was I so obvious? Before I could speak, she put her lips on mine, kissing me while Eliana watched.

That was just one of many things I hadn’t told her. “You’re nothing like that, okay? For Christ’s sake, look at you. You’re beautiful. You’re a writer—a popular one, working on her second book. And you’re my BEST FRIEND! If that doesn’t scream identity, I don’t know what does,” she said fiercely. I gave her a small smile. I was her best friend—that was enough. “You never asked who told her that,” I said after a moment. She stilled, her body tensing. “No.”

Five days later, the biggest problem in my life should have been the fact that my daughter had two best friends after four days of school, and I, her own mother, was only informed while doing her hair that morning. “Two?” Poppy nodded while chewing toast, her long bangs still only half brushed and one sock apparently missing in another dimension. “One best friend for art. One for lunch.” I stopped with the hairbrush in my hand. “Friendship has departments now?”