My Friends Dad Novels & Stories

My dad looks behind me. To them, my relationship is going wonderfully, and my mom firmly believes that I’ll soon be giving her a grandchild to spoil and undo all my upbringing. "He said he'll come in a few days, he's still campaigning," I say, hugging both of them as we get into the car.

Small gathering by my dad could mean a party with two hundred plus guests. "I will be there dad. And I am bringing friends." I told him. "Your only friend is Zoe ever since you broke up with that boy." There it is, the disappointment in his voice. "Well, I made new amazing friends and we all are coming." I replied. He finally ended the call and I dropped my phone rubbing my forehead as I could feel a headache brewing. Ryan noticed this and began to give a massage. "You don't need to say anything else, I heard it all. So I am guessing your father is not easy to get along with." Ryan said and I nodded.

"Over my dead body I call you that stripper name!" Mom snorts into her wine glass. "Told you." Dad leans forward, voice dropping to that dangerous whisper he uses in hostile takeovers. "I've been speaking with an old friend. He has a grandson—brilliant man, apparently." My blood turns to ice water. "What kind of speaking?"

Dad's strange remarks immediately drew everyone's attention and criticism. I truly committed myself regardless of the consequences this time. "You can't be so heartless toward your family, Elijah! You can also find yourself a wealthy patron to take care of the debt!" Dad gazed at me expectantly. It was then that some people in the crowd recognized Dad from a video that had circulated online two weeks earlier. "I guess there really are people who are that messed up in the world." "Oh, my God! He's even more outrageous in real life than in the video!"

“Since I was fourteen. Lily and I have been best friends forever. Alexander has always been like a second father to me.” “Second father,” Marcus repeated, tasting the words. His eyes gleamed with amusement. “Interesting choice of words. Because the energy between you two doesn’t feel very… fatherly.” Alexander stood up abruptly, towering over Marcus. “That’s enough. Mia is family. You will speak about her with respect, or you can take your documents and leave.”

“Hey, dad. Where are you headed?” “A quick dinner.” “Ouu…with whom?” “A friend.” “Is the friend a he or she?” I immediately looked to Allison. Wasn’t it rude to ask such questions? Nontheless, I turned to him, awaiting a response. Was he actually going on a date? It wouldn’t be unreasonable. He was an unmarried wealthy man. He needed to explore. “Does it truly matter?” He asked, I traced lines on my thighs. It wasn’t as if anything would happen between us. This was simply some silly younge age attraction. The man took me like a daughter, I wasn’t about to ruin that.

my mother asked. "Yes," I whispered, the entire world seemed to be closing in on me now, Shane washed over me as My father's legs buckled. He grabbed the doorframe to hold himself in. "You're my best friend, you've known her since she was a child….Get the fuck out of my sight. Pack your shit. Get out of this house. I never want to see your face again." Dominic didn't move. He looked at my father. Then at my mother. Then at me.

Closing his newspaper as he spoke. Nathan and my dad are close. They are always filling each other in and sometimes it’s annoying because you can’t keep something from the other if you tell the one. It’s funny because my dad is not as close to Nathan’s father as he is to his son. Sometimes I feel like Nathan is my dad’s actual best friend and not Nathan’s father. “Yeah.” I responded without much enthusiasm, hoping that he’d pick up that I didn’t want to talk about that. “How’d it go?”

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.

Dad had never asked to meet any of my friends, nonetheless a guy that I might have feelings for. "I'm, daddy, I'm not sure we're fully there just yet. We're just friends, you know?" "We'll, if he's making you feel like you matter and giving you those butterflies, then I think he's good enough for me to meet him. I mean hell, anyone is good to meet if it's not Craig." I chuckled at my dad's words. It's as if he rather I stayed single or married anyone else rather than Craig. I talked to dad over the next half hour, taking a seat on a bench next to the library after walking away from class.