My Dads Friends Novels & Stories

"Were you reborn too? I get it—you're just feeling upset, that's why you chose my dad. But you'd definitely regret it!" I kept admiring my dazzling reflection in the mirror, retorting coolly, "Regret? Why would I? And know your place—I'm your stepmother. I'll tell your dad if you keep being rude." Stumped for a moment, Dylan growled softly but threateningly, "Did you think you've won just because you're with my dad?! We'll see! Oh, and don't you forget—he's going to die in a couple of years, and he is sterile!"

“When he became great or before he became great?” “Both," he answered sharply. “Funny thing is," I said, "My dad never mentioned you." "Well, I wasn't as big as I am now then, so I didn't really think I would matter much for him to talk about." “Did you have any issues with him?" I inquired. He tilted his head. “None that I'm aware of, your dad was a fine man." I studied him. “People like to tell stories about the Morrisons: that my father had many friends. And many enemies.”

The day I shot a bullet right through Garet Turner’s head. Mason stared at me like I just grew a second head. “You… what?” I leaned back into the couch, my fingers steepled in front of my lips. The memories rushed in without permission. It was no secret that Xavier had been close to my father. But Mason had probably been a child when everything fell apart. The night my father died, I wasn’t alone. Strong as I was, my father was ruthless, senile. Always three steps ahead of everybody. That’s why the entire country feared him. Even foreigners were careful not to ignite his wrath. But there was one man he always listened to.

“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?”

“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

‎I slipped into a form-fitting dress as fast as I could, smoothing the fabric over my hips, and rushed downstairs to the main foyer. ‎Charles was already standing by the grand staircase, looking imposing and devastatingly handsome. My friends were practically gawking at him in awe. The second I stepped into the room, our eyes locked across the space. My skin was still flushed and hot from fingering myself on camera just minutes ago. ‎"Dad! These are our friends, Harper, Chloe, Jayce, and you already know my boyfriend Damien," Christie said, introducing everyone with a proud smile. "Everyone, this is my dad, Charles Sterling."

Sure it's fine Josy we're friends now and friends always share . We were a family of four ,my mom ,dad,my brother and I . My dad was a drunkard who always had bills to pay but even still we were happy. I was quite young then but I remember my dad running away from home because the police were after him .After that day we heard nothing more of him.

“I’m going now.” Her eyes widen in surprise. “Shit, okay.” She lets out a breath, hands on her hips as she gives me a serious look. “Listen—these guys, they’re known as ‘the daddies’ for a reason. They have some, well… specific tastes. Weird as hell kinks, but women actually seek them out for, let’s say, special introductions. You wouldn’t be the first untouched woman they’ve helped, and you won’t be the last.” “Got it.” I swallow, steadying myself. “Thank you, Eva please don't tell anyone I'm a virgin! I’ll… I’ll see you tomorrow.”

"I like stretching everywhere." Flames dance behind Mathias's eyes against her naughty words and a crooked smile appears on his face. Cassie smiles as biting her lip again and he leans to her face like he is going to whisper something. However, her father turns back to their side and Mathias straightens, lets her hand go. "The next time you should come earlier, buddy." Cassie's father speaks as he hands a beer to Mathias. "I hope I can, Peter." He replies with a sincere voice and takes the bottle. "Work stuff."

He was dressed in a well-tailored black suit that reflected his personality, making him stand out amidst the crowds. You see, Ivor and my dad have been friends since I can remember. They met in high school because my dad took some classes with him and they started hanging out. Their friendship went on to the university as they decided to attend the university even though my dad majored in architecture and Ivor went on to major in business administration. Ivor doesn't talk about his family that much and for all I know, he was orphaned at the age of six. As if he senses me because his eyes shoot up from his conversation with a business partner, I think. His eyes gaze at mine with so much inten