Submitting To My Best Friend's Dad Book Novels & Stories

“Almost. But for now, have your dinner. Skip it, and he might just reconsider those three months.” She was right. If I had any hope of keeping this trip secure, I couldn’t risk Dad’s mood swinging the other way. “Yes, baby. Eat up,” Jacob murmured with a smirk. “Your dad’s unpredictable like that. If that piece of shi—” I shot him a pointed glare, and he stopped short, looking guilty but amused. “Piece of what, Jacob?” “It was just a slip of the tongue,” he chuckled, flashing me an innocent smile. “Really, he’s the sweetest man on earth. Why else would he be my best friend?”

I hope she isn't mad at me for running away without telling her first. My eyes lower to my hands that are clenching my jumpsuit and that is when I realize that I am crushing on my best friend's dad and my Alpha. This is horrible but it is something I have no control over whatsoever. I swallow thickly in embarrassment. This is my father's best friend.

It started as a forbidden thought, I wasn't supposed to crave my best friend’s dad but instead I spent countless nights shamelessly imagining him stripping me bare, sinking his cock into me and devouring every inch of me. ** ** ** ** A few days ago. I was doomed. Shock sliced through my veins as I read the letter that turned my worst fear into reality. Damon's ugly handwriting was scrawled across the white paper I was holding, each word was filled with unimaginable cruelty.

You need to get out there more often - Make some friends , get drunk , smoke weed , do teenage things. Me : As "exciting" as that sounds , I'm quite content reading my books and spending time with you and mom. Dad : I know , I just don't want you to miss out on life darling. Me : I'm not missing out on life dad. I just find happiness in different things. Anyway , I have to go. My chocolate cookies are waiting for me😊 Bye dad I put my phone away , and take out my books. It begins to get hard for me to concentrate on my book because I cant help but think back to what my dad said.

"Commitment in this age? He's bluffing." "I think he's not. I can see when a person is lying." Dad smiled at me. "Now finish your breakfast. We—" "Bookworm!" Kabir came rushing inside the house, pulling my attention to him. Scared at his huffing chest, I stood up. "Your email." "Are you okay?" "Reply." He grinned. "Your manuscript. One of the publishers loved it. They want to talk to you." "What?" I whispered as he walked to my side, laughing and grinning. "You're lying."

I read in the night that's my only moment to read I sent it back under the door, waiting under our door, for that piece of paper but instead it was a packet of paper, with a small note attached to it. A present for you, my dad's never heard of anyone liking his work and he said you may want to know the ending. It was the last book, the last unpublished book that was right in my hands. Is this what you meant when you said I should go to sleep -thank you I sent it under the door. Maybe, you tell me how it is, alright? I smiled at his letter, he wanted to hear how the book was. That was his goodbye and as I dotted my I will, I sent it under the door and there went the letter never to be seen ag

Because it does this stupid, hopeful jump every time my father even says his name. “Richard is coming for dinner tonight,” Dad said at breakfast. He didn’t look up from his paper. My fork slipped. It clanged loudly on my plate. “Why?” The word was too sharp. He finally looked at me. His eyes are usually warm. Today they were flat. Like stones. “Because I invited him. He’s my oldest friend.” His voice got gentle. “He’s called me, Chloe. Every day since it happened. He doesn’t ask for gossip. He asks about you.”

"What did he want? Frey?" Shaking my head, I forced a smile, never looking at Andrew even though I could still see him, he was looking at me but I refused to make eye contact. "A competition, he wants to go through some of my photos on Monday so I can enter." "That's great! Why don't you seem excited? You live for this stuff." Smiling, calming my face down, I looked at my best friend, she's my best friend, a guy won't change that. "I am! It's great news, I can't wait to tell my dad, I am going to need to go out this weekend to take some new shots, but I already have an idea of the one I may want to submit.

This way, they shall be remembered and hopefully, their story helps someone along the way, someone who currently faces these difficulties. At the age of sixteen, Simon and Schuster took a chance on me and published my first book, turning the experience of losing a friend in a car crash into a New York Times bestselling book. Since then I have published four more books with them. The years have been good to me. Life is great. I have a successful career as a writer, I have two loving parents and one little sister whom I adore with all my heart. They are always there for me and constantly supportive of all my work. All in all, despite my independent nature and age, I lead a successful life by a

“It’s all in there. Everything is in there.” He blinks up at me. I’m sure I’m red in the face. I nearly drove my car into a ditch three times driving back from the castle in my haste to show him what I’d done. I wring my hands, smoothing out my aching muscles as he rises and presses a kiss to my forehead. Addy sees this and chuckles, which makes me smile. “I’m so proud of you–” “Don’t be proud yet. Dad and Ryatt are discussing my options for publishing, of course. I’m tempted to take my name off it.”