My Dad’s Friend Novels & Stories

I whispered, pressing a kiss to his hand. ‎"My precious jewel..." My dad smiled weakly, his voice raspy. "I'm so relieved to see you. Your old man was only worried about how frightened you'd be when you heard the news." ‎"Dad... this is serious," I pouted softly. ‎"Charles... you saved my life and my company," my dad added, looking toward the door with deep gratitude. "I owe you everything." ‎Charles stepped forward, standing right behind my chair. "It was my duty, Arthur," Charles replied smoothly.

, I love his confidence but this will only get him killed. “Taet and Taitam can help”, I furrow my eyebrow because I haven’t heard those names before. “They are my cousins. My dad’s brothers kids. They are Taet, Taitam and Veda. His dad was best friends with your dad”, he explains. “Which of my dad?”, I ask. “You know who?”, His voice is low and my blood boils in anger. He is my dad’s best friend yet I heard nothing from him. He is just resurfacing. The audacity.

"I'm planning to talk to Mr. Smith, Damien. I need to know the truth. I know Mrs. Smith won't talk to me, so I'll go straight to Zandra's father." He wrinkled his nose and shook his head. "Can I still change your mind?" "No," I answered honestly. "This is about my dad, Damien. I want to know what really happened." He sighed. "Dad mentioned about him, your dad and Zandra's dad being friends. He even said that…their first love was Zandra's mom." My lips parted as I stared into his eyes. I know that Zandra's mom was my dad's friend, I thought it was all but I was wrong. And what? My dad, Mr. Smith and Damien's dad are friends? I didn't know. Dad never mentioned that.

My father had only cussed at me a few times before, and only when I did something really, really bad—like sneak out of the house in the middle of the night or clog the toilet with all of Mom’s lipsticks after we fought. The disappointment and anger in his voice had me shaking. “We met weeks ago.” “You said that,” Mom snapped. I resisted sending her an angry look. Any aggression on my part would only make things worse. Dad gruffly cleared his throat. “He hasn’t said anything about this to me.” I eagerly leaned forward. “That’s because we didn’t know you two were friends until last weekend at the fundraiser. And I wouldn’t let him tell you. I wanted to let you know myself.”

dad greeted me and i had to stop for a few seconds to digest that. Dad never greets me as Dear unless he wanted something or he as about to tell me something i don't want to hear. " What is it, dad?" I asked and i heard him sigh. "I know you are going to say no, but hear me out. A friend of mine has a son that he want to set up andbi was thinking, know that you are not with your boss, maybe you would want me to set you up..." "DAD..."

"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 explained. “ Princess, after what you told me it doesn’t sound like he is just a friend.” dad said. “ Well, he is my best friend. But seriously. I’m probably overthinking everything. You know me. I’m sure he will be back to screwing skanks and partying every night in no time.” I told my dad. Although I’m not sure who I’m trying to convince. “ If you say so.” dad said. I could tell by his voice he doesn’t believe me. If I didn’t know Goof so well, I would believe me either.

Even though mom often goes to meet her friends, which is Lunas. Dad gave me a suggestion that I should be friends with Alpha, Luna, and Alpha kids from other packs who are the same age as me. But I only have one friend who is a Luna. "Dad." I hugged dad's arm, who was sitting in his work chair. Dad smiled and kissed me on the cheek. "What is dad doing?" I looked at dad's laptop—lots of pictures posted there. There is no place that I recognize. I have never come to all packs.

“It’s not exactly like that, Dad. I’ve grown up. I’m a twenty-three-year-old woman. You should come back. This conversation needs to happen face-to-face.” “I can’t. I don’t even want to. The truth is, I don’t know how to live without Alexandre by my side. You took the most important person I’ve ever known away from me. My best friend.” “I didn’t take anyone from you. Alexandre would never abandon you. He’s buried in paperwork right now, he can’t even rest, Dad. While he’s your friend, what are you to him? There’s no reciprocity in that friendship. You talk about being afraid of losing him, but you’re the one throwing him away. What happened between us changes nothing between you two. Unless

“It’s like when he’s around you, he changes. He’s quieter. More careful. Almost like he’s waiting for you to approve of something.” Damian chuckled lightly, warm but measured. “Approval, huh? I guess he wants to make a good impression. I am his girlfriend’s father.” “Dad,” she said sharply, cutting through the charm. “I’m serious. Are you pressuring him? Maybe without realizing it?”