Are You My Dad Book Novels & Stories

’’ When I gave a frantic shake of my head, he smiled even wider as if he intended to tease me even more. ‘‘Or perhaps we should pick one about your father…’’ he raised an eyebrow, shoving his hands into his jeans pockets. ‘‘I’m sure it’s somewhere inside the shelf, too…’’ ‘‘Alex, don’t you dare!’’ But he already looked through the books once more, and I heaved a heavy sigh when I saw a book entitled William Maxwell: Zero to One. Wow! From the title itself, I could tell that dad started from zero when he built his business.

My father opened the bag . There were many books in that bag .He picked a book and gave it to me . He said to me "Go and read this book ." I asked " Which book is it ?" He stood up and replied " There is a true story written in it " "Which story "I asked . "The true story of that weird house " "True story?" "Yes , true story ". "But...…but …,how …..?" "You know what " "What?"

" I was waiting for you Emir... look you were talking to infuse Japanese flavors na, look what have I got for you!! " She handed me a rugged book.. it's pages are pale yellow, it's quite old still the words are clear.. and the recipes oh my God.. this is excessively relatable.. and then I found out dad's signature over the corner... so this is dad's book.. finally I got a masterpiece.. I gave her a bone crushing hug to clear my dilemma.. but how to talk about that girl.. " thank you so much beautiful for this!! I love it!! dad has left his legacy in this and I really am honored to inculcate his knowledge in me"

"I need to go to church this evening, it's already so late" I glance at clock on the television, seven twenty two, when did it reach seven pm. "I'll see the both of you when I'm back, your boyfriend is hot by the way" she kisses my forehead and grab her keys before leaving. I kneel on the floor and go through my dad's pile of books on the floor. A black glittery journal-like book catches my attention and I open it. ~~To Bailey, the reason I'm a better man~~ I close my eyes, smiling sadly at this, this is a gift from my dad.

His warm yet masculine voice suddenly took me by surprise as it went right through me, eyes widening and knocking the breath out of my chest as I found myself quickly blurting out in reply, "You're..." "You're my dad...You're dad, aren't you?"

You need to get out there more often - Make some friends , get drunk , smoke weed , do teenage things. Me : As "exciting" as that sounds , I'm quite content reading my books and spending time with you and mom. Dad : I know , I just don't want you to miss out on life darling. Me : I'm not missing out on life dad. I just find happiness in different things. Anyway , I have to go. My chocolate cookies are waiting for me😊 Bye dad I put my phone away , and take out my books. It begins to get hard for me to concentrate on my book because I cant help but think back to what my dad said.

Dad Asked and tears WAs tickling in my eyes. "Dad what's this I'm hearing? You see I refused to believe all the rumors and tales that ray's family have being telling me because I know you dad, I know that you won't do anything Of such because for all the times I have spent with you, never have I feel an inch that I was never related because of your love for me, remember I will always say that, even in the next life I will still chose as my dad but how come dad?" I Asked still shocked...

They paused by a painting of a boy and his father, standing at opposite ends of a dock, backs turned to each other. Ethan stared at it for too long. Amelia asked, “Do you have a son?” His jaw tensed. She felt it before she saw it. “I did,” he said finally. “In a way.” “What does that mean?” He didn’t answer. Instead, he walked ahead, pretending to admire another stall. But Amelia stood there, staring at the father-and-son painting, heart beating harder in her chest. She didn’t know why the question had slipped out — or why his answer felt like a door creaking open.

She wept softly, wiping away her tears, and looked utterly heartbroken. "Sweetheart, you've misunderstood your father. He has always loved you. You're our family. How could we ever bear to hurt you or let you die?" I glared at them with bloodshot eyes. "Then tell me, what secret is hidden in Dad's study? Why does every man who sees it leave me? Did you put some kind of curse on them?" As if possessed, I sank my teeth into Dad's arm. He flinched in pain, but he gritted his teeth and remained silent.

"Here she is, the one I brought. See? Looks just like the photo, doesn't she?" Billy tilted my chin and compared my face to the photo. "Huh… They really are identical." I stared at the photo and felt a cold certainty. Dad wasn't looking for his long-lost mistress—he was looking for me. That photo was of me from five years ago. "Billy, it's me! I—" I screamed, pouring all my strength into my voice, hoping he would recognize me. A tight slap landed across my face. "Quiet! This isn't your place to speak! And how do you know my name?"