My Best Friends Daughter Novels & Stories

“But I don’t want to carry this around anymore. It’s too heavy.” She was crying now, tears cutting tracks through her makeup. “I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry.” “I know.” I reached out and took her hand, squeezing it once. “Take care of yourself, okay?” She nodded, unable to speak. I let go and walked back to my parents. I didn’t look back. But I felt lighter than I had in years. --- Mia I watched her walk away, and I didn’t follow. I couldn’t. My legs wouldn’t move. My voice was gone. All I could do was stand there, tears streaming down my face, watching the best friend I’d destroyed disappear into the crowd.

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

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.”

I continue to observe the unfolding situation. With her hands hesitantly hovering above Sasha's shoulders, they both turn to face me. "Meet Sasha, my best friend's daughter," she introduces. I haven't seen her since she was a teenager, around 16 or so. I can't believe how much she has blossomed into a woman now. My ears perk up at the mention of "best friend's daughter." So, they are not related in any way. How intriguing. I can't wait to find out what exactly is going on here. I hope this won't become a regular occurrence.

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.

Xandia was quick to get tired but I continued to practice because my parents taught me so well when they were alive. Xandia is the alpha's daughter and my best friend; if there's only one person I'm grateful for having in my life, it would be her. Though her father, the Alpha doesn't like our friendship in any way but couldn't do a thing to stop us, I'm her daughter's only friend. He would do anything to make his only child and future alpha happy. “I will head back to my chambers now”. She said, bringing me back from my reverie as she tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear with her amber eyes boring into me.

And that woman happens to be his precious daughter, kissing her “best friend.” The most part painful part of it all, I don't know if she'd ever be mine again.

She’s the daughter of two best, highest-paid lawyers in town, and words about what a perfect family they are have been printed in newspapers and displayed on TV screens. My eyes immediately have tunnel vision on the brown-eyed with long black hair. She has her right hand on Jade’s head, ruffling her hair, and she has a huge smile on her lips. She looks so happy. And beautiful. She glows. I don’t know which day this picture dates and I don’t look, but whether before or after we last met, she still looks so fucking gorgeous. And without warning, the words Sasha muttered earlier come to mind. Why are you the biggest loss and I never even had you?

After all, my best friend whose only son is now five has always told me that her son would marry my first daughter. ‘You then mean you are going to tell her to expect your first daughter?’ There was no reply.