Ace Dad Mga Nobela at Kwento

as the media dubs him, smile only at me. But the media is a bunch of assholes, because they forget that he’s been such a devout single parent ever since he was young. My dad hasn’t aged much. At thirty-seven going on thirtyeight, he still has a strong build that fills out his suit. He’s tall and broad and has an eight-pack. No kidding. He’s the healthiest man I know. But he also has a few age lines that make him the wisest ever—aside from a certain someone.

Adam whispers as I pull away. “Yes, you will,” I smile and leave with my family. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “She went all pale when you tried to shake her hand,” Cain is laughing. “I was so proud of you in that moment. Only the goddess knows where you learned that level of decorum and civility,” Dad smiles at me and winks. “Dad is dating,” Cain tells me as food is brought to us. “Who?” I raised by eyebrows in surprise. “Anyone willing,” Cain jokes and Dad looks unembarrassed.

The large one. "What?" My father stood up, the chair falling behind him at the force he used to unfold his height. "Sit down, Henry!" Alpha Caden said, his expression serene and stern at the same time. My father did just that. No one could deny the Alpha's command. I am starting to think he relishes on seeing people do as he said because he has the fucking tilte. monster!

101. Asena The days after I tell them about the baby unfold like something out of a dream I never dared to have. Caspian and Zavian become almost impossible to separate from me. It is not the hovering fear of the first weeks after the hospital. This is different. It was warmer, steadier, filled with a quiet and fierce joy that shows in every small action. They wake when I wake. They notice the moment my stomach turns in the morning and have crackers and ginger tea ready before I can ask. They adjust the temperature in every room I enter. They take the stairs beside me as if the gentle slope might suddenly become dangerous.

"I'm sorry sweetie, I was distracted. Your mom isn't around, didn't you know?, he says in his rich baritone voice totally distracting me as he opens the door. They continue their conversation as he explains that Mrs Martinez is on a business trip and won't be back for another two months, but I am far too lost zoning out on his voice. The same voice that had me drooling and made me feel every other guy's voice as low grade. I gulp as I motion my head up lest I'm caught drooling. "Good afternoon, Mr Martinez", I greet, but choke at the end of my sentence when I notice the sight in front of me. I fight everything not to stare blankly and let my mind do the rest of the action, but it doesn't wor

Scoffing, I didn't bother paying any further attention to this matter. However, within seconds, I got a call from the same landline number. This time, I didn't bother taking it. My phone kept ringing for over 15 minutes before I received a text message. "Stop ignoring our calls, Carl Stone! To think that a man your age would behave so atrociously! How dare you act like you're in the right when you owe the hospital money?" Taking a deep breath, I typed out a reply. "Carl Stone has passed away. This is his son, Evan Stone. My father's hospital bill was settled when the hospital released his body. Kindly be more thorough when verifying your records."

Saw us in the garden, tiny fingers in mine. He'd be the tough-love dad doing math problems with the kid at the table. I'd handle the rest, every scraped knee and bedtime story. We fought over how to raise them—me, all about ambition; him, just wanting happy and healthy. Our first real fight was over that. Loud. Messy. Real. Now? Watching him lose it, eyes bloodshot, fists clenched— I felt nothing. Just sick. "You don't get to talk about him, Quentin. That baby was doomed from day one. Nobody wanted him. Why bring him here just to suffer?"

she murmured, her voice choked with emotion as she scanned his small frame for any sign of injury. "I'm okay, Mom," Adam replied, his voice muffled against her shoulder. "Daddy killed the bad man and saved me. I love you, Daddy!" he declared proudly, his words a testament to the bond that had been forged between father and son in the crucible of adversity.

The dad is not Ronan. "Juicy. Keep me posted."

"Dad who the hell is he, oh my God is he thief? Uncle Win is also not here what will happen now dad" Adom start babbling in panik which make Ash roll his eyes. "Don't be a drama queen baby, you really think I am going to forgot what you did in your school. No baby don't play with your Dad" Ash scold the little guy who smile cheekily to him. "But Dad the kid..." "No more talking baby" Alex smile when he heard Ash and his kid talk, Adom is really like Ash. His father and Ash lover is really the most happy man alive ,to have beautiful family like this.