Angel's Dad Novels & Stories

He didn't handle not being in control very well. Neither did my father. Me: I'll be there. Buzz. Another message. This one made me smile immediately. Angel: Do I get to see you tonight? My smile grew. Me: 😔 Not tonight. Dinner with my father. Several seconds passed. Angel: Will you be okay? I stared at those words. Not what does he want? Not why are you going? Just...Will you be okay? God. Me: I'll be fine. His response came seconds later.

My eyes lit up. “Rachel? Darling, it’s me, Victor! Where are you?” Alas, the voice that came through the phone wasn’t hers. “Victor, darling, it’s me, Vincenzo. I’m home.” The phone slipped silently from my hand and hit the ground. “Victor, Rachel is dead. I’ll send you a photo. Sigh… It’s your big day. I didn’t want to be the bearer of bad news.”

Smiling, Mel translated, “I’m sorry, grandmother.” “When do you think my idiot father will show up? If he shows up.” “He’ll show up.” Nan said firmly. “He’s too much in love not to.” “I doubt that.” Taz said quietly looking away to hide her tears. “I don’t.” Came the soft reply as Angel took her hand. “He’s never told me about any woman in his life before. I met one a few years back, purely by accident, and she didn’t even know he had a daughter.”

“And I’m so thankful that I got to meet such an amazing man in my lifetime, a man who became like a father to me.” She turns and begins to walk off the podium. I watch as Cara stands, and goes to her and they hug tightly, crying together for the loss of their father, their friend, their Guardian bond. We stayed for dinner that night. Angel spent some time talking to Cara and explaining her time with Clint while she was unconscious. The talk seemed to help Cara and I could tell that Rik breathed a sigh of relief. I pulled him aside later in the evening. “How are you holding up?” I ask him.

"What kind of disgraceful proposal is that, Father?" Every member of the pack remained silent as they watched the confrontation unfold between their Alpha and the Alpha Lord. Yet the old man appeared completely unaffected by his son's reaction. "I am not making a proposal," he replied in a firm, authoritative tone. "I am giving you a mission." Then his gaze shifted. Until it settled on me. "And you, Angelicca. If you wish to continue living, you will bear Zakus's child. When the hybrid is born, that is when I will grant you your freedom."

“You are?” “Angel.” Recognition came quickly. “Celestia’s sister.” “Yes.” A short pause followed. “What do you need?” he asked. Angel didn’t rush her answer. “I wanted to speak with you directly.” “About what?” She met his gaze. “Something that concerns both of us.” That caught his attention. He set the papers aside. “Go on.” Angel took a small step closer. “My father has made a lot of poor decisions.” “That’s not new information.”

Ace yelled while walking around but I just stared. "I need to angel out of this country " he said while using his hand to rub his head. I tilted my head to side before shaking it. "Did Angel father tell you anything about his relationship with morana?" I asked Dad who shook his head. "That man is a pain in the ass, he doesn't give information that easy" dad said with a smile. "Can we talk about all this later, you need rest baby " Lucie said. "No, I need to leave this hospital and go find the person that did this " I replied with a sigh when Lucie didn't let me stand.

Salvatore I was swamped with so much work, and then suddenly, my dad showed up. I wasn't expecting him to visit, so I was furious at Sandicho. My shameless brother just couldn't keep his mouth shut and told our dad about Angel. "Don't take his words seriously," I said quickly as soon as we entered our room. Angel stayed silent, which made me worried. I didn't want her to leave me because of my father. I pulled her close to the bed and sat down. I needed to make sure she was okay and that we were okay.

He wanted to tear Aman apart. “I don’t need that monster’s genes,” he spat. “If I could, I’d drain every last drop of his blood from my body and keep only my mother’s.” Aman’s eyes darkened. “You can’t talk like that about my leader, you punk.” “I can go worse.” Alice’s gaze shot to Alisha. She was staring at him, her eyes screaming with questions, though she said nothing. “I swear, Angel,” he rasped, “I only found out about my bastard of a father's involvement a few days ago.”

His father tried to reach out to him multiple times but he was not ready to forgive him. He was in his office when he saw the new trending news naming Mrs. Carter as a suspect in the death of her best friend Patricia. He read it and ignored it. His office door opened and it was his father. "What do you want Mr Garcia?" he asked like an employee will do. Before he addressed him as Dad even at work now he was going formal with him. "I..I.. just came to see you, Jonathan," he finally managed to say. "At least, before you judge me, hear my side of the story," he pleaded.