Ace Dad Novels & Stories

" Hold on pumpkin, don't tell your mom, and I want to talk to you about something. " The seriousness in her dad's voice made her pause. " What is it, dad? " Adriana hopped and sat down on one of the couches. Her dad removed his coat before joining her but on a different couch. " What happened to your leg, Pumpkin? " " Twisted it. So what is it you want to talk about? " Adriana was a little nervous. Was her dad dying? Is something wrong with her mum? These were the dreadful things going through her mind as she waited for him to speak.

She seems distracted. "Hey!" She looks up and the sad look in her eyes breaks my heart. "I started watching American dad because of Darren...." she sighs. "I miss him, Terra. I miss him so much. I miss him nagging about me misplacing the toothpaste in the morning. I miss him swearing he won't cook because he's not the wife but later cooking at night because his food is much sweeter. I miss him grumbling about me sleeping on his side of the bed. I miss him sleeping right next to me and watching me till I drift to sleep... He makes this place feel like home... He's my home. This place feels empty without him. "

I nodded and continued eating. Dad Soon cleared his throat, gaining our attention. "Now that you're stable, I think it's time we talk about your wedding" My spoon dropped, creating a loud sound. My what? My gaze instantly went to my dad. He seemed different. He had outgrown his beards, his hair was also lengthy, falling messily on his shoulders, his eyes were an unfamiliar dark green while his jaw was always clenched. The aura and vibe around him were dark and cold. It was like he was on the edge and would snap anytime soon.

Who never called, never wrote, never explained. That boy is a billionaire now. The papers call him Richie Moore. The photos show him in expensive suits at expensive parties with expensive women on his arm. He owns my mother's debt. Which means he owns me.

He sighed heavily. "I know Mike just lost his father, and I feel sorry for him. I don't blame him anymore." He cautiously reached for Mom's hand, gauging her mood. "Could you donate a million dollars to Roxelton University? Send Drake overseas to Esterica as compensation." Mom looked at him, then suddenly smiled. "No problem. Of course I can." Uncle Donald's eyes sparked with greed. "I knew you'd take care of us. I'll tell Drake to pack his bags right away."

Charlotte's POV The moment my fingers touched my cheek, tears started rolling down. In my last life, even if I caused big trouble, Layson would just pat my head and pretend to scold me. But now, he had actually slapped me. My werewolf blood gave me faster regenerative powers than most humans, but it didn't ease the pain on my face. This wasn't just physical pain—it felt like a blade striking at my soul. That night, when I went back to my room, I got word that my documents were ready. I called my father. "Dad, could you book me a train ticket for tomorrow night? I want to leave as soon as possible."

Your dad is coming? "Yeah, yeah," Eric grinned. "Dad said he wants to marry Mom." "No way! Mom is my dad's!" Justin got angry. Black-faced, he stood in front of Eric. "Don't steal my mom. Mom is Ethan" "Your dad doesn't even spend Parent's Day with you. My dad will, though. He said he will take good care of Mom and give her the best," Eric boasted about his dad is also great. He will protect me and Mom. My dad is Superman!" Justin said angrily.

“Austin? What’s going on, son? Why are you leaving so suddenly?” Austin paused, gripping the handle of his bag tightly. “I’m sorry, Mr. Harry. Something urgent came up. Thank you for your hospitality. I really appreciate it.” Dad looked confused. “But—” Austin didn’t wait. He walked out. Dad followed him outside. That was when he saw Jalen standing near the gate. The moment my father’s eyes landed on Jalen, his entire expression changed. Shock turned into pure rage. “Jalen?” Dad’s voice boomed. “What the hell are you doing at my house?”

“I wasn’t protecting myself. I was protecting him.” “And from me?” he asked quietly. I looked at Leo. “Yes. That answer seemed to strike deeper than anything else I’d said. Damien exhaled slowly, running a hand through his hair. “Then you don’t know me at all anymore.” Before I could respond, Leo stirred. My entire world snapped back into focus as his fingers twitched, eyelids fluttering. “Mommy…” he murmured. I surged forward instantly, brushing his hair back. “I’m here, baby. I’m here.”

I adored him so much. Ace won the jackpot by having the best dad in the world — and grandpa, Thomas, was still there with us. He was quite the comedian. Occasionally I caught him staring at nothing in particular; it almost was like he zoned out, and I recognized a vast amount of trouble and sadness in his eyes. But as soon as he was yanked back to reality, he was his crazy fun self again. Bradley and Ace didn't seem to detect his pain, even Ace mentioned to me that his grandpa had never been that frivolous and outspoken. Bradley explained it was extremely refreshing to see his dad so free.