My Dad Best Friend Novels & Stories

“We were best friends in college. Your father and I shared a lot back then. I remember he often told me about you…that he had a smart daughter—even smarter than him, he said, and he was sure you would succeed in the future. He’s a proud Dad, I almost went deaf from all his stories about you. Although, I didn’t get the chance to meet you while your father was still alive. And it’s sad knowing that I met you now but your father is no longer here.” I didn’t know what to say. Hearing how important I was to Dad felt like someone was caressing my heart. Because when he was still alive, he had been too busy working and I could barely spend time with him. I shook my head. My head was already hurting

"Oh, what a shame. But don't worry, darling. I'll make sure the company is well taken care of when you inevitably screw up." "Shut up, Victoria," I snapped, my hands shaking against the table. I turned back to the lawyer. "Who is it? Who did my dad pick? Let me guess, one of his old, retired golf buddies who I can easily pay off?" Robert shook his head slowly. "No. Your father chose someone who cannot be bought. Someone who already holds a massive stake in the market and has the power to manage Beaumont Enterprises if you fail." "Just give me a name, Robert."

I always thought that when my dad died I would fall apart, that I would feel lost, but now here, in front of his grave, I can only feel peace. My dad was my best friend for a long time; he was my rock, and even though I can't see him again, I know he left me with the best memories any father could give his daughter. He gave me all his love, he gave me the foundation for my business, and he gave me everything that no one else could have.

best friend had been doing with a container of whipped cream and a strawberry in our kitchen under an hour ago, she would be utterly horrified. Emily: But seriously, Dad... seeing how desperate my friends' moms are to get your number made me think. You really need to start going out more. You’ve been single for way too long, and you spend 90% of your weekends buried in those stupid financial reports. You deserve to find someone and have a life outside of work and me. Especially now that I’m graduating soon.

I won't let her get close to me only for her to keep away, that seems to be the only thing she was good at. All what my dad told me about having the right friends just began to clear up. I finally understand what he meant by trust no one, your friends might be your enemies tomorrow. Dad never had friends, I was his daughter and only friend. Even my mum wasn't close to my dad like I was. It was obvious he never trusted mum till he died and I wonder why.

I should remind myself not to cry in the future because my eyes are puffy like a bee stung me. "Did you cry scarlet?" Dad asks me. "Yeah, in the morning" I mumble avoiding his scrutiny, dad knows me too much to know I am lying through my teeth. Call it the institution of a dad but he's the one who always let me confess my sins. There was one time when I fought with my supposed best friend in grade 5, dad was the one who asks me why I was talking little and that I was not acting like myself. Honestly, one of the reasons why I don't like friends is because of her. I thought we are best buddies well after Liam but she proves me wrong when she talks behind my back and starts reading rumours abo

My dad drove fast to meet his friend. "Are you okay if I see my friend for awhile?" My dad asked me and I nodded "It's fine, just take your time dad." I smiled and he ruffled my hair After we arrived at a cute cafe name Coffetouria, I get out from the car and walked to into the cafe. My dad is shooking hands with his 2 friends and I guess the shoter one is my dad's bestfriend. "Chris, this is my daughter Rose." He introduced my dad to his daughter. I walked in and bow

They have already decided. "Have you noticed how amazing a man your best friend is?" My brow furrowed when he referred to Felicity as a man. Felicity was the best friend I have ever had, but Dad referring to him as a man despite knowing who he was made me want to poke him. He might be dreaming. "What do you mean exactly, Dad?" I asked. If giving me a child made Felicity a man, Dad was not a valid reason.

"I'll be out for a bit. I don't want the kids to hear us fighting." Father always avoided the topic of conversation, which made Mother even more sure of her suspicions all along. Until finally one day Dad opened up to Mom about what had kept him busy the past few months. “I met an old friend, we used to be very close friends. He's my best friend especially when I'm really down and hard, I owe him a lot.” “Your old friend is a woman? Is she someone you can't forget?!” Mom poked at Dad's words about someone who sounded very meaningful in his past life.

I wasn’t going to interrupt that. “So this starts with your father and the both of you might not know this because you were young at that time but your dad and Declan’s dad were friends then, as a matter of fact very good friends. Your father took a liking to him due to his dedication to his work and his family.