My Best Friends Dad Novels & Stories

When Dad started to talk, I’m all ears for me not to miss even the single detail of whatever he says. Dad talk first about his best friend, Andrea. I was hurt by what I found out today but not the worst. I think, that's also because I grew up not close to my Mom.

"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?"

"I'll be out for a bit. I don't want the kids to hear us fighting." Father always avoided the topic of conversation, which made Mother even more sure of her suspicions all along. Until finally one day Dad opened up to Mom about what had kept him busy the past few months. “I met an old friend, we used to be very close friends. He's my best friend especially when I'm really down and hard, I owe him a lot.” “Your old friend is a woman? Is she someone you can't forget?!” Mom poked at Dad's words about someone who sounded very meaningful in his past life.

I should remind myself not to cry in the future because my eyes are puffy like a bee stung me. "Did you cry scarlet?" Dad asks me. "Yeah, in the morning" I mumble avoiding his scrutiny, dad knows me too much to know I am lying through my teeth. Call it the institution of a dad but he's the one who always let me confess my sins. There was one time when I fought with my supposed best friend in grade 5, dad was the one who asks me why I was talking little and that I was not acting like myself. Honestly, one of the reasons why I don't like friends is because of her. I thought we are best buddies well after Liam but she proves me wrong when she talks behind my back and starts reading rumours abo

I understood why my dad and Alex wanted to protect me, but it was all too much. Just when it couldn’t get any worse, my dad’s partner was murdered on a mission several years ago. Stevie Maddens was my dad’s best friend and the man who used to sit on the couch every single day, but now he was gone. My dad couldn’t handle the loss of his best friend and was obsessed with bringing these people down. “I’m leaving.” Tori kissed my cheek. My dad looked at Tori with eyes full of worry. “It’s not because of me, right?” He asked.

A best friend like Josey is the best thing that happened to me. "You know I love you, right? I can't watch you suffer, Gabs. I'd rather lay down my life for you. You're all I have and I can't watch you in so much and do nothing about it." My Dad argued. " Can you both just stop with all this emotional family drama so we can focus on the matter at hand? How do we get rid of this Capone Rossi? Cause I definitely can't watch my best friend marry a heartless lunatic nor can I watch my best friend's hot Dad die." Josey said startling us both.

If I hadn’t arrived at the right time, I would have woken up the next morning without a father, if things had gone differently. Uncle Armaan approached Dad. I could clearly see the fear in his eyes. I know and understand why. I grew up seeing the friendship between the two of them. They weren’t just cousins; Uncle Armaan was Dad’s best friend. That’s why, out of all my uncles, Uncle Armaan became the one I was closest to, since I always saw him when I was a kid. I know he was thinking that he almost lost his best friend. I let go of Dad and allowed Uncle Armaan to talk to him.

My mind couldn't forget about the photo and I know I need t talk to my dad about it maybe it will make me understand a little of what's going on. "Dad" I have to ask him now; it is now or never "What was your relationship with the former luna and who is he?" I handed him the photo which made my dad stopped eating while mom just slowly takes her portion. He sat there thinking maybe I shouldn't ask him that question. He sigh "they were my best friends" it looks as if the topic hit him hard. My father looks hurt and I regret asking it. He put it aside and took a one deep breath

Fuck. And yet… only one man occupied my thoughts. It was wrong. Samson. My dad’s bestfriend. And the man who was like a second father to me. Uncle Samson had been there since I was born. Changing my diapers when my parents were at church functions, even now I was spending the weekend over. Teaching me to drive stick shift in the empty parking lot behind the mall when I was only fifteen. Showing up to most of my dance recital, every award ceremony, every moment my own parents couldn’t make because the church needed them more than I did.

"Five years ago, everything had gone wrong. My dad's company became bankrupt after a big loss and he lost his job. He then chose the wrong way, coming home drunk everyday and without any money, immersing himself in sorrow and self-pity. Our once happy family was then sympathized by everyone in the town. My mom said that there was a particular man who spoiled my dad and it was because of him that he came home drunk. That man was filthy rich and promised my dad for a job." "Who was that man?" "I don't know, I don't even want to know. That man and my dad became best friends though. One day, my dad left just like that. He just left a letter saying that he had been offered a job which is pretty r