Are You My Dad Book Novels & Stories

I used it to open the chip. "I'm not going back to the start," I whispered. "I'm deleting the book." I slammed the chip into the Narrator-bot’s foot. A massive wave of blue static crawled up his body. The bot froze, his eyes turning into "Error" signs. But the street was still folding. The world was becoming a tiny, crushed ball of paper. We burst through the lab doors and into the flames. In the center of the fire, I saw a man. He wasn't a wolf or a machine. He was my father. He was holding a real, paper notebook. He looked at me and smiled.

I ignored her and rolled my eyes. “Thanx for coming, I love you dad!” I made sure it was loud enough for my mom to hear. She needed a reality check, the guy was still my dad and if she didn't like me having a relationship with him then tough, she'd have to get over it. He smiled and nodded his head in appreciation. I hugged everyone and thanked them for coming. We were then all ushered to sit, by my mom, so that I could open my gifts. I sat in the armchair and proceeded to open my gift from my dad. It was an old book, must have been centuries old by the smell of it. It didn't have any writing on the front but inside on the first page, it read, 'The History of the Hunters.' “I thought you'd l

I left the room before he could see my burning cheeks. “Dad?" I edges slowly into his study with my peace offering, a tray of his favourite sandwiches and a glass of lemon juice. My dad always spent more time in his study than in his room. But he always made time for us, he was at all my baseball games and my sister's piano perfomances. He was the very definition of a super dad. Tati and I were lucky to have him. He never made us feel like our mother was dead. He screened all our housekeepers himself, and fired them as soon as they made us feel uncomfortable. The last one I left with him, Carla, was nowhere in the house and I wanted to ask him what had happened. I dropped the tray on his org

someone puked pink on a page and then glued me under it. My dad might be gay. “Aw, look at her little tutu!” I smack my forehead. “Dad! Stop it with the weakness!" “Oh isn't she adorable!” Someone kill me. Please. I sit down with my dad. He stoically sips hot chocolate. I eye the chancla in the corner. I wouldn't put it past him. He's loving—but I didn’t thrive and steal and technically kill without my permit by accident. “You are a natural born leader,” he starts.

Am a fuckin daddy to a five year old, this is so unbelievable. Robbie dropped the rest of the papers he was holding and pulled me in for a bro hug. "I can't believe this J, the boy looks exactly like you, am so proud of you." "Robbie," I called him three times just to make sure I wasn't dreaming and his replying to all my calls is what made me believe that I wasn't dreaming. This is real, Am A DADDY! * * * Arla's Pov "Goodbye sweetheart," I kissed my son on the cheek and kissed my mom next.

"William doesn't even want you. What makes you think you still deserve to live? I should send you off early. No, that's too easy. I'll take my time and make you repay his debt." From that moment, my life was hell. The man tortured me until I finally died. I thought I was about to be free at last. Perhaps this was what Dad had wanted all along. He had spent years telling me to hurry up and die. Now I was really dying, just as he wished. The last thing I heard was the abductor's warped whisper. "Remember this. I'm not the one who killed you. It was your beloved father. I'll carve out your heart and send it to him."

“No. I believe he’s probably reacting to your voice. Keep talking to him.” My attention slides back to him. “Dad…I came as soon as I heard. I am sorry I wasn’t here when you opened your eyes. But I am not leaving your side, okay? It is us against the world, right? And I can not go against the world if you are not in it. Also, also…I am working hard in my internship and I am confident that I’ll kick ass in college this fall. And did I tell you that I have a new friend? Can you believe that? Me, making friends? Jane did not even know you were my dad in the beginning, and she might have thought you are a bit egotistical, but I changed her mind and she’s totally a member of your fan club now. I

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.

Though I didn't know how I get to my room, I didn't ponder into it especially when the past events hit me with a force stronger than the pains on my body and the ache in my head, I could still feel my vision spinning, probably from loss of blood. My dad had turned into a Monster. Did he hate homosexuality that much, to the point he was willing to kill his son, I cringed at the thought? Perhaps it was the effect of the toxic substances in his system. I brought my head up to my head and touched a white bandage wrapped neatly around it. My face traced down to my face but flinched when I touched the cuts afflicted. Dad nearly killed me, my eyes widened again and he said he killed my mom, was tha

As I towel-dried my hair, a message notification chimed on my phone. "Your dad's bothering me." A smile stretched across my lips. "About what?" I texted back. "He wants a bro night." Dad was adorable. "Well, why not indulge him? He deserves a bit of your attention and love, doesn't he? "But right now, all I want to do is to fuck you. Raw." My cheeks turned a fiery shade of red, and my hand instinctively flew to my mouth to suppress a gasp. I had to blink twice just to confirm that I was reading this right.