My Friends Dad Novels & Stories

"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.

he said. "Then he must really be lucky" I said as I turned and looked downstairs. "What really went down with your dad? That's if you want to talk about it " he added. "Sure , I never really had a real friend, I'm happy the first person I get to share my mind with is someone mature " I said and he laughed. I inhaled really deeply and exhaled. "My dad , he really didn't want me "

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

“I wonder why you aren’t scared of my dad. He will be so disappointed if he ever hears you are mating his daughter as his friend.” “Friends help each other - that’s why. Your dad is not a saint. Just because he puts on his church hat doesn’t mean he is any better than I am. And besides no one is there to tell him about us except you.”

She said with concern. “I’m fine mum, who did dad go to meet?” She remembered Jackson telling her to asked her parents about him, and her dad went out to see someone whom her mother refused to disclose his name, Janette knew her father doesn’t have any friend, the only friend he once had was his colleague at work but since he lost his job, the man stopped visiting or talking to him. “A friend, ya will get to meet him soon.” Her mother whispered. Janette pondered why her mother said that. Perhaps is not what she’s thinking. The rest of the drive was in silent as Janette's thought lingered on her dad and his new friend.

"Yeah, I've heard about what's been going on with your dad. He's really cracking down on you, isn't he?" "Yeah, he is," I replied, my shoulders slumping showing how exhausted I am. "He's just so angry all the time, he found out we have been friends despite him telling me never to be friends with you," "Your parents found out?" " Yes, through Jeff," I replied.

my dad said, turning to glance at his best friend and they both giggled. “What do you mean dad?“ I frowned. “I heard he got beaten up by some men, maybe he got himself involved in trouble, well whoever beat him up, did us a great job,” I turned to Mr Mattias who was still standing by the door. There was no single expression on his face, there was usually none. Was it him? no he wouldn't. I scoffed, rolling my eyes. “You both should stay for breakfast,” Mr Mattias said. “Oh Matt, you know I still have work to attend to at the office, I just need to drive Shimma home and then head back to the office, thank you for yesterday brother,” my dad said then he turned back to me.

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.

He said, making me to choke out the water I was drinking. " Are you,ok?" He asked . Am not ok!!! But how can I say it. How can I tell dad this type of thing. " Yeah,dad. How is mum?" " Fine. Here. He brought this to us". I looked at his hand suprisenly. " Who?" " Your friend of course". Dad replied making my head to dangle from one thought to another, remembering I never had a friend all my life. " Well, I don't have a friend here,dad." I said, putting u a smile.

His fingers brushed mine for the briefest second—steady, gentle, and oddly reassuring. He glanced at Dad, as if to say, Don't worry, I've got this. That was Caleb—always quietly stepping in right when I needed him. The door had barely clicked shut behind him when I spun around and crouched by Dad's bed. "Dad, please—don't get the wrong idea! We're really just friends." Dad raised a skeptical eyebrow, his expression practically spelling out sure, "friends". "He seems like a great guy," he said slowly, drawing out the words with unmistakable teasing. "What—worried I won't approve?"