My Dad’s Friend Novels & Stories

my dad was pointing a person who was in his late fifties. "I'm sorry uncle I don't know.” my brother replied confused. Who is this "Asalamu alaikum Ayaan and Haya, I’m Aabid Hussain your dad's friend, we have met twenty years ago. You both were so small at that time might be less than eight years that's the reason you'll can't remember me."He said smiling. "Walaikum salaam.” we both replied although we didn't know who he was. "It's been a very long time. "This time my father spoke.

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.

Dad said and stood up. " What? I don't even know him. He doesn't even smile." " Aiden is a close friend." I sighed and rolled my eyes. " Just don't fall in love with him." Dad whispered and winked. So what is that supposed to mean?

Food is life. "Hey B. My friend is coming with his son for dinner. So don't make plans." Dad said while giving me a side hug. "Let me check my schedule." I said while looking at my phone. "you're in luck, I got time for dinner with your friend and son." I grinned, he just laughed. A few hours later, I got ready and then made my way out. I saw my dad talking to his friend and some young dude. I walked over there and said hi.

Dad said, without looking up from his computer. “We’re friends. You know that. We’ve known each other forever.” I said. “Is that all it is?” Dad asked. “What are you asking me dad? Am I screwing him?” I asked. “I’ve told you about saving yourself for your mate.” He said. “First of all, my sex life is none of your business. And I already told you, Landon and I are just friends. I have several male friends and we are perfectly capable of keeping our hands off of each other.” I snapped. So he looked up from his computer at me and he nodded his head.

Max said. "Yeah. He's been around for as long as I can remember. A very close friend of my dad. Top secret, I was actually namrs after him" "Oh, really. That means your dad must have been fond of him" She said. "Way too fond of him. When we were kids, my father would always want him to spend more days Whenever he came to our place to spend the weekend. He'd usually end up spending an extra week, while my father would put in a word or two for him to make sure he never got into any trouble for going AWOL back at the station"

“Keep your phone near you at all times and I want you to check in with me every few hours. If I lost you too, I’d…” I wrap my arms around his waist and kiss his cheek. “I know, Dad. I miss Mom too, but she’s not coming back. I promise to check in and give my old man a little peace. I love you, Dad.” He didn’t look convinced of my story but let me go anyway. It wasn’t a complete lie. I was going to see an old friend I connected with. However, my father had no idea it was his best friend that I was going to be with.

I groan and walk through, they are great guys, but they all treat me like a little girl, like their daughter. “Your dad, and you remember your uncle Damon right?” I nod, how can I forget? Sure, it has been five years, but I remember him. I was what, seventeen when I last saw him? I don’t come home often and when I do, I don’t stay long. “Like I could forget.” He is one of dad’s oldest friends, although my dad is fifty, and Damon is forty, he is still his best friend. We walk out, my eyes settling on my dad as his eyes widen.

I was pissed , sitting here listening to her vomit all of this trash from her mouth really broke me considering that I knew that I would have never done something like this to her but she did it to me and that only means that she didn’t care about what I think or what I do . She hates me so much and it took me this long to realize it. I have been friends with my enemy all along . You might have gotten my father to do your bidding but I just wanted time to tell you that you enjoy it while it lasts , because I am not sure that it is going to last for that long . If you are forgetting that man is my father and to him you will always be the daughter's friend that wants someone to love her and th

He smiled lightly before replying, "You must've misjudged me, Aria. I never stared at you that way. Why would I want to harm the daughter of my friend?" "You know my mother?" I muttered. "I suppose you meant to ask if I knew your father," he said, and my eyes flared open. I didn't know my father. I have never met him in person or even seen a picture of him. Mom never talked about my father, and hearing that someone knew my father ignited so much curiosity inside me. "You know my dad?" I asked, my curiosity so evident in my voice. He nodded slightly. "Yes, I do. Your father and I are best friends. We used to walk around the woods together, hunt little animals, and eat them together."