Novel & Cerita My Best Friends Daughter

"I am your father, and I do not have to explain myself to you. Do you understand me, Taliana?" She gasped, eyes widening before an angry glare crossed her face again. "You slept with my best friend!" She stomped her foot. "How could you embarrass me like that?! I mean Ashley or Jane, I can understand, but… Becca? She is so beneath you!" Astonished by my daughter's remark, I shook my head, laughing. She wasn't upset I had slept with Becca because she was her friend. She was upset that it was Becca because she wasn't from our lifestyle.

I whispered and pulled my baby into my arms. "I don't think you made any wrong decision. My classmates and their parents are sick for poking their noses into our business. Living with Daddy has been the best experience. To be honest, it's been the best ever since I was born. My classmate and their parents' opinion doesn't matter. I'm only worried because my closest friend joined them in staying away from me." I sat looking at my five years old daughter, acting too mature for her age. "Linda, listen, I…"

"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?"

And I can’t believe I am willing to jeopardise my relationship with Natasha just to be with him. Just like that, Natasha bursts through the doors, concern etched into her features. "Lexie, are you alright? I'm so sorry about Caleb. I had no idea he would do something like that." Her words barely register, my thoughts consumed by the memory of Noland's searing touch. I blink at her, struggling to form a coherent response. Natasha is here, in front of me, worried. Natasha is here, my best friend. Natasha, Noland’s daughter.

"Saraya, meet Arlan Reef, my most trusted ally and also my best friend. He is here with his friend, Matilda Hawthorne." I swallowed hard, still unable to absorb the shock of my entire life. "Why did she have to be his daughter?" I couldn't help but ask myself. "I am honoured to meet your acquaintance, Mr. Reef." She stretched out her hand to me What exactly does she think she's doing? Why doesn't she look perplexed at all on finding out the guy she's been naughty with is her father's best friend? "The pleasure is all mine Miss." I shook her hand. She stroked the back of my hand lightly with her thumb. I shot her a ‘wrong timing’ look and let go of her hand but she only smiled. "Little temptr

“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!”

Queen Melody stood and said as she walked over to my mom and Dianne. She hugged Dianne deeply then, and I realized that she had truly missed her best friend. I couldn't imagine how painful it must have been to have her so close and still be unable to reach out to her in her most desperate times of need. I had missed Lacey like that, in my darkest moments over the years, but I had been blessed with my mom, Livie and Alana before Charli and the others came along. These days, I counted not just my mom, Livie, Alana and Charli among my best friends. I was blessed enough to call my stepsister, Princess Sienna, Princess Priya, Princess Kaoki, Queen Odette, and Queen Sophie as nine of my top ten cl

“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.