Submitting To My Best Friend's Dad Book の小説・ストーリー

But we both knew what really happened. I just hope to hear from you, dad. With love, Richard Conrad. ~ END ~ Author’s Note: Next Story “The Bestfriend’s Sister”

I wasn’t supposed to be home this summer. College had been my escape—my excuse to avoid the suffocating expectations of being Aria Hale, perfect daughter of perfect businessman Victor Hale. But when Dad insisted I come home for his “important dinner,” I didn’t expect him to walk through the door. Jace Carter. My dad’s friend’s son. The boy who used to steal cookies off our counter and dare me to jump from the treehouse roof. The boy who moved away at seventeen and left behind a trail of rumors—fights, girls, a motorcycle accident that nearly killed him.

I rinsed the cup in my hand and stared at him. “What about her, Dad?” “She thought I was behind the fire because she had the lighter,” he explained. “I saw her following me, and honestly, I can’t blame her. She was just being cautious.” He sighed. “She apologized, and I have nothing against her. I really don’t. But I can see she’s about to collapse because of the panic, and it’s making me uncomfortable because now I look like the bad guy.” I paused, then laughed softly. “Wow,” I said. “My best friend really thought she could become a detective?”

My dearest Aurora, If you're reading this, then I've already left. Please don't blame Alexander. This was my decision. This afternoon I was contacted by Marcus Hale. If I gave myself up to you you would leave me alone. I couldn't allow my mistakes to destroy your future. Please don't look for me. Live your life. And if you can... Forgive your father. I love you. —Dad Aurora was getting to the final line of the paper, which was all smeared with tears. "No..." Her voice broke. "No..."

Thank you so so so much, really. And at last, thanks to Anoushka and Manav for always staying by my side, supporting my writing, hyping the book like crazy and just being the best friends that you're. I love you guys the most! Also to my parents and my brother for yet again, not being aware of this book other than that it exists and I hope it stays the same in the future because God, I never wish to traumatize you with the smut scenes and be disowned in the process lol. All my love, Celine <3

“I did not let myself know.” Elias grabbed the edge of the shelf like he needed it to stay upright. “She made my best friend a timed fuse in my house.” “She made me a choice,” I said, voice shaking. “And all of you still keep trying to make it for me.” I looked back down for the last visible paragraph, and my blood went cold for a different reason. The bottom edge was torn. Not old-torn. Fresh. Someone had ripped away the final lines after Father took it.

I said with a slight nod, “And a very happy birthday to you.” “Well, thank you, Olivia,” he replied with a polite smile. “I’ve heard a lot about your writing from my son. Tell me, are you as good as he says?” I swallowed, wide-eyed. Was this really happening? Liam nudged me gently, pulling me back to reality. “Y-yes, sir,” I stammered, fighting to regain my composure. “Great,” he said, clapping his hands together. “Submit your manuscript to me, and I’ll see what I can do. I have friends, you see,” he added with a charming grin. I couldn’t help but return the smile, my heart racing in my chest.

Call me tomorrow? I stared at the message for a long moment, my thumb hovering over the screen. She sounded so normal. So happy. So completely unaware that her best friend was standing in her father's guest room, wearing borrowed clothes, hiding from a threat she couldn't name. Brunch Wednesday, I typed back, my fingers trembling. Can't wait. The lie tasted like ash. But what else could I say? Your father kissed my chin tonight. Your mother was murdered by people your uncle might be working with. Someone left a photograph at the front door that might be a death threat.

“Now that you're here, let's entertain ourselves.” I could tell she planned to read it out for everyone to hear. My diary was anything but clean and entertaining. She cleared her throat and read the writing in the book. “I love my dad's best friend so much.” She flipped the page, searching for something worse. “Sandra, please…” I pleaded, praying for the ground to give way for me to enter.

Needed to be alone. Once l left the office l drove aimlessly on the road . I don't have a driver because l hate them. Mr. Gavin's driver was bought by money and disappeared. I thought it was because he was killed or something but the bastard run away and his family.l sighed and then smiled to myself weakly. People are wicked. Am ain't a Saint myself. I once betrayed my best friend and boyfriend when l fell in love with their dad. Mr. Gavin also died because of a best friend . So you should trust the so called best friends on your own risk. Humans now days are very egocentric that you have to question where is there fear for God and the laws.