My Dad Best Friend Novels & Stories

"And scary for you—he loves talk about his daughter—her likes and dislikes." A short laugh escaped me. "I can't with my dad." "You should be grateful. He'd kill for you." That smile again, easy and yet edged. "I am," I said, settling into the counter comfortably despite the heat and proximity, he was right beside me and here we were talking and sitting side by side as if we'd been best friends from childhood, "But I'd prefer he didn't spill all my secrets." "He doesn't need to." He laughed. "I already know everything about you."

I instantly pulled away from the duvet as I turned the volume of the tv louder . “He choose me and he always does , I am not going to feel guilty because I’m with the man that I love , if you are not comfortable with any of this , then you can as well go kill yourske , because I do not care “ When she finished talking , my father had that proud look on his face . I have never seen him look this proud ever and it just makes me think that he was standing beside my best friend and ripping my heart apart . I hated him , I hated him with everything that I had left in me , why did he have to do this , just why .

I already know the kind of father that I have. “Correct. My dad and your dad were once best friends.” “Ken Wallace?” my voice is low but I know that Dad once had a friend named Wallace. “Correct. I know that if Keiran Wallace is mentioned, it will ring a bell. But your damned old man is so selfish that he didn't even remember the boy that he almost killed. What a pathetic man.” Keiran scoffs and he turns back to look outside the window. Dad killed his family. I'm not surprised. And he's keiran Wallace and not Thorn. His dad was my dad’s best friend then. He was always talked about.

“Babe, there’s something else I have to tell you,” I said. He raised his head to gaze at me, his cheeks wet from tears. I used my hand to wipe his face as I spoke. “While I am happy to share my life with you and our child, I don’t see my life without my parents in it too. My dad is your best friend, and I don’t want to come between you both.” “Shhhh, shhhh,” he said, taking my left hand and planting a soft kiss on it. “You didn’t come between I and Derry, but I understand he’s just protective of you, just like I will be of our daughter.” I frowned.

Elana. “Have you gone mad?” Father asked in irritation at my reaction to the introduction of his special guest. I closed my gaped mouth and stared in disbelief at the man who sat across from my father. Alex. Alex is my father’s best friend. So he knew who my father was and he denied knowing him. He knew what could happen and yet had the guts to show up at my house to stay? I didn’t even know whether to be angry at the petty man or scared. Who knows how long he’ll stay?

he said. "I will walk you out, Tristan," my dad said, and then they both left the kitchen. My shoulders sagged with defeat and I leaned back against the chair. What the f^ck just happened? He changed in a split second all because of my age. What was I even thinking about writing a silly essay about him? Now I know that I can never have him because he is my best friend's father and he is my dad's friend. He is simply not interested in a young woman such as me. It is time that I stayed the hell away from him too, if that will make me forget about this incident.

I said as I hugged him and then hugged Chris "I'm glad you didn't get hurt," Chris said while hugging me If only he knew, he'd be punishing me now, damn it gets worse over time “Hello, Dad,” I said while hugging my dad tightly. My dad is my best friend and my mom is my other best friend. “Hello, Liv,” my father said as he kissed me on the forehead "You're finally here," Chris said with a laugh “Thank you, Ryan, for bringing her here.” Dad said

I've missed my best friend terribly, and I can only hope she won't be too angry with me for leaving without a word. As my thoughts drift back to Alpha Alexander, I can't help but feel a sense of dread wash over me. Crushing on my best friend's father and my Alpha feels like a betrayal of the highest order. I swallow hard, feeling the weight of embarrassment settle heavily upon me. This is my father's best friend, after all.

my mom started, but he cut her off, his voice cracking. “My best friend is gone,” he said, his hands tightening into fists before burying his face in his palms. “And you’re talking to me about pills.” His voice dropped lower, thick with grief. I froze, not sure what to say. The man sitting before me, the strong, composed father I’d known all these years looked broken. So, this Uncle Larry… he wasn’t just anyone. He was that important to my dad? His best friend? How did I never know about him?

Elijah. “FUCKKK!!!” I screamed. I bashed my fist into the wall. Bridge was crying. And my dad looked absolutely and utterly heartbroken. Not only did he have her. We put her into the fucking car with him. Not only that. But it was my best friends dad. My brother. This was going to kill Oliver. And my dad. Norman was his best friend and brother. And now we were all fucking screwed. My dad, Oliver’s and Frankie’s dad and Emery’s dad.. before he had died.. had been best friends. Brothers. They did literally everything together. The same way the four of us did growing up.. still do now. And up until this moment .. so did they.