My Best Friends Father Novels & Stories

My Best friend's Father (1) REBECCA My life has always been hard. When I was fifteen, I lost my father, he died because of drugs. He went out one night and never came back the same. They found him in a dirty room with a needle in his arm and after that, my mother fought cancer for three long years.

He gave Evander a stiff bow before turning around and walking down the corridor. The moment Julian was out of earshot, Evander stepped closer, his shadow completely covering me. "You're already making friends on your first hour here." "He was my father's trusted lawyer," I whispered, keeping my voice low so the nearby executives wouldn't hear us. "Unlike everyone else in this building, he actually seems happy that I'm alive. Why are you acting like this? You look like you want to throw him out of the window."

I nodded in agreement, and Kyle immediately stood up and left the room without so much as glancing at Ari. "He doesn't seem to like me, right?" I looked up to see the worried look on Ari's face. I know Kyle is being his usual asshole self. "Don't mind him. He is usually like that when I have been too hard on him." "So who is he?" she questioned me back. "Kyle? Well, Kyle is my best friend." "What?!" She sounded almost shocked and had a hurt expression on her face. I immediately corrected myself, realizing what I had said that made her feel that way. "What I mean is, my other best friend. His father used to work for my family, for my father to be precise."

"Is it right for me to think, my father isn't my father?." I asked Aris, feeling so down. I grew up with my father watching over me, all my life he was everything I had close to a bestfriend.. talking about bestfriend, I am yet to see... Lauren since I came back. Is everything alright with her, the Lauren I know, would have been all over me by now.

"Your father rushed out to Jordan's house — his former best friend. He was sure he had something to do about it—" "Best friend? You mean Dad ever had a best friend?!" "Yes — Jordan — that was his name. They had some disputes which led to their enmity. Your father never spoke about it with me. Well, your father marched up to him just when he'd recalled Jordan's threat, I quote: 'I shall take away your happiness, just as you did mine!'" "Woah," said Harry. "That's one hell of a threat there, it had to be him."

"Mama told us that best friends stay together forever." "Your mother is a wise woman." I smiled. "Do you have a best friend, daddy?" Maya asked. Facing such a profound question, I found myself clueless about how to respond. Back in middle school, my dear friend Carrick, diagnosed with osteosarcoma, passed away before we reached high school. In high school, I didn't realize my friendship with the boys I hung out with were driven by my father's wealth, a truth that eluded me until an accident cost me my vision for a year.

“It’s a plausible reason. Your dad can’t be trusted, you know.” “Excuse me?” I jabbed my finger into his chest, spinning slightly to face him. “The only untrustworthy person here is you. My dad is the innocent one! You are that devil in two bestfriends!” Amusement flickered in his eyes before a hearty laugh escaped him. “Oh, baby, you’re so delusional,” he said, shaking his head. “Innocent? Your dad? Trust me, I’ve known him longer than you, and that is definitely not the case. You should’ve seen him in his college days. The only thing that straightened him out was you.”

he agreed with pride. "Dirty video cheered you up?" James asked, crashing my brief bliss like a bull in a China shop. "You know my father tells your dad all the time he is the worest best friend, and I'm beginning to think the apple doesn't fall far from the tree." I grumbled.

Mother said. I sighed and hugged her. Father was my best friend, and losing him twice had been excruciating. He was the first person to understand me. He was the first to have seen me through. I appreciated that. "At least this time, we got to watch him go," Solomon said.

Paulyn exclaimed. "Even if you are of legal age, other people can and will say something about us, Paulyn, and that is not even the main issue here. You are my best friend's daughter! You are Roberto's daughter—" "Oh, for goodness’ sake, Alfredo! Is that it again? Is that what you're going to use as an excuse? Why do you always have to bring up my father whenever we're having this kind of conversation? He's already dead!" "And that's all the more reason we can't be together!" Alfredo couldn't help but raise his voice, which surprised Paulyn. "I promised at your father's grave that I would take care of you and protect you, that I would treat you like my own daughter—"