My Best Friends Mother Novels & Stories

Once mother says her goodbyes to all her childhood friends, we leave. "What do you think about May, you guys were together the whole time." Mother ask, looking over at me. "She's nice." May and I click on a friend level. We both have something in common that we can talk to each other about, something we both can understand. Neither one of us is looking to claim and mark someone as our mate. We exchange numbers and I'm sure we'll hang out again, but as friends. "Do you think she's pretty?" Mother asks smiling.

I cried again remembering what Fred and I talked about yesterday about mom. "Don't insult my mom!" I shouted at him angrily, he just laughed and shook his head. "Your mother, we're childhood friends." My eyes widened at what he said. ” We're best of best friends. All the nonsense, good or bad that happens in our lives. We are always together. We're inseparable, not until that incident happens. I'm not gonna tell you that part, your mother doesn't want you to know that part of her life. Even if I say this now, she has no intention of telling you and will just bury it in the pit."

I'd take the distraction, thanks. Erica Plower, my mother's best friend and second, stood next to me with an arm wrapped around my shoulders. She always tried to mother me. She and Mom were so close and shared everything, it usually felt like I had one too many parents. But this time I didn't mind. The pretty, slender blonde with the shining bob and perfect makeup may have been a pain in the butt sometimes, but she cared and that was all that mattered at the moment.

I said. “By good chat do you mean making fun of me together? Because that is what you do when you get together.” Xander said with an eye roll. I snickered at that. Xander’s mother, Mrs Valencia King was like a mother to me. And since Xander is my best friend and her son, we team up against him every time we get together.

"You're fucking my father and you never meant to hurt me?" "Don't talk to her like that," I said automatically. "Don't defend her!" Eudora whirled on me. "Don't you dare defend her right now. She's my best friend, she's known me since we were kids, and you—" She jabbed a finger at my chest. "You're my father. You're supposed to protect me, not seduce my friends the second I leave town." "It wasn't like that." "Then what was it like?" She was shouting now, drawing the attention of neighbors. "Please explain to me how you accidentally started fucking someone half your age who happens to be my best friend."

“It was the best night ever, Mom. I promise to tell you everything as soon as I get back.” “Are you not on your way back now?” “Not yet. I need to get somewhere first. I’ll be home in an hour or two.” “Fine. Just don’t stay too long. I can’t wait to hear how your birthday went.” “Of course. See you soon.” I hung up, still smiling widely. My mother had always been my best friend, even before the great calamity befell our family. We were the perfect family of three, until something happened… My father was killed.

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.

"That's not okay, sis. He doesn't deserve you—or Cammy-bear." As if I don't already know that. She means well. But meaning well isn't the same as understanding. Evelina had a mother. A real one. Someone who gave a damn if she ate dinner or made it home at night. Someone who noticed when she cried and offered something other than silence in return. I had no one but myself.

Rhys’s POV “But she’s Mirabel’s best friend. She’s twenty-five, you’re forty-five, a widower, and her best friend’s father, this is kinda wrong in every way that counts. Power imbalance doesn’t even begin to cover it. And Mirabel…” He trailed off, shaking his head. “That girl worships you. Losing her mother the way she did, you’ve been her whole world. If she finds out you’ve been with Alicia behind her back, even if it started before she knew who Alicia was to her… it could break something.”

The way she watched me like a hawk almost made me laugh. Brittany and I have been friends for a long time, since childhood really. Our parents were best friends, so we also became best friends. She was older than me by two years so she was like my older sister. I would give my life for her and she would do the same, if she wasn't here, I wouldn't even know what to do.