Are You My Dad Book Novels & Stories

I thought Dad was finally going to grieve for me. I thought he would rush over and hold me tight. Excited, I drifted to his side, wanting to nuzzle his arm like a kitten. But what happened next plunged me right back into an icy abyss. After taking a deep breath, Dad screamed at my corpse with all his might, "You little brat! What kind of sick game are you playing up there? Get down here right now!" My body just swayed gently in the freezing wind, unable to respond.

Her face is open and still and the question is sitting in it without armor. I owe her the real version. Not the version that makes me sympathetic. Not the edited story of a frightened boy making a hard choice. The full version, the one that does not flatter me, the one that is just true. I start at the beginning. "My father was not a safe man." I watch her face. She does not move.

[AVA] "It's your first day and you're already running late," Sean playfully teased, parking the car in front of the imposing glass building. He turned off the engine and glanced at me. "I'll have to teach you how to set an alarm, huh?" I rolled my eyes, feeling exhausted from the events of the previous night. His attempt at mockery wasn't amusing me in the slightest. To make matters worse, my dad insisted that I start working at Brian's company as soon as possible. I had a suspicion that my mom had something to do with his sudden change of heart. Dad wasn't the type to force me into anything or resort to manipulation. Despite the accusations from the shareholders of our now-defunct company,

Even though we used to talk on video calls. Mommy!!!! Isla jumped on me happily before l could sit down. Oh my baby how are you. I asked. I missed you and dad. I cried. Isla spoke in her childish voice and felt guilty. I missed you too darling but mommy is here now. I hugged her tightly on my chest. Mommy where is dad. He doesn't want lsla anymore? She asked almost crying. Noo no my love. Dad has something really urgent to deal with at the company and as soon as he is done with it he will come to us. Okay baby! You know daddy always comes back to us don't you? I comforted her with a smile.

That hurt quite a lot. "And my dad?" "Huh?" He never took his eyes off me. "Is he aware that you're part of the Mafia?" "Yes." "Is he part of the Mafia?" I wasn't sure why I asked that, but he sure took his time in responding. "Not exactly, but..." But... That was all I needed to hear. He is involved. My dad. The one person I trust the most in my life. He had lied to me also. I stood up from the couch and wrapped my arm around myself.

And then the door was suddenly thrown open. My eyes which had been half closed in my pleasure flung open and my gaze fell on the man at the door. Fuck! It was my... My dad's adopted brother! "I... I..." I tried to say something, anything but his hard gaze on me just pushed me right off the edge where I had been. "Aaargh!" I bit hard on my hand as I came hard in front of him. My eyes rolled back into my head as I came shamelessly, naked and open in front of this strikingly hot man.

David’s POV Five Years Later. I am a ghost, trapped in a cycle of regret for one thousand eight hundred days. It’s hard to believe how fast time has slipped away. How is Samantha? How is my child? Where is she? Those three questions never leave my mind. "Daddy! Look! I drew a big ship!" The door to my study swung open, and a four-year-old boy came running in with a piece of paper in his hand. Leo.

“No, mum. I'm not talking about Dad - Alpha Darwin. I'm talking about my real Dad, my biological father. The asshole who abandoned us.” .... ... .... Yipee! ~I saw your sparkling gems @Age Orumaa @Rubyt @Matt Knight. This chapter is a result of every one of you, both the readers giving gems, the readers reading, the readers who left reviews, and the readers who love my book. Y’all encouraged me! Even @Mail App, you are the first to vote, thank you. Thank you, everyone~ Mwah!

His eyes narrowed as he went through the contents of the paper. “Jaime, you promised me you won't call him Dad again” Mom scolded, frowning at me, but she was going to be shocked as well when she would know why I called him Dad. Dad looked at me and then at the paper in his hand where it was clearly stated that we are related. We are father and son. “How can this — where did you get this from?” he questioned. “Aaron, what's the matter?” Mommy asked and scooted closer to get a look at the paper.

"Who is the writer of this book?" He gulped. "My father!" What the fuck! I heard Katrina cursing behind me. "How and why?" I asked firmly. "Actually not an author... My father was a great friend of Aurora's father so they knew each other since childhood and he was always in their house... Dad knew that Uncle Peter was writing a book and he used to listen to thrilling stories from him as he wanted to become a writer and publisher.... When Aurora's grandparents committed suicide, Dad was there in their house. He saw them committing suicide and also read the letter which Peter wrote... He was greedy! He knew where the manuscript was, he stole it from the room. Ignoring the dead bodies hanging t