Ash Ketchum Dad Novels & Stories

He didn't want her to forget him even for a second. "My mom was a great mother, a great wife but my dad," Asher started off interrupting her thoughts. Serena turned her face towards him. His eyes were still fixed on the pond but there was a small frown between his brows as the memories were unsettling him. In an attempt to ease him a little bit, she began caressing his knuckles with her thumb.

It held so many memories for him, his mom's salty cooking, his father controlling his every move, and even the bittersweet day he'd lost his virginity. It was his birthday and he'd rather spend it partying or balls deep in some hot broad than with his dad giving him useless advice. The old man looked worse than before, plugged to tubes and other pathetic equipment, but Asher felt no sympathy for him whatsoever, just impatience. "Asher. " His voice was throaty and weak. "How are you today? You never come to see me unless I keep begging…" "Fine. Been busy." Asher responded automatically, glancing at his watch.

Ash asked him, his voice sharper. “Seth, Baku’s right hand man is tired of the monster. I on the other hand just had my eyes opened.” A shadow crept over his face for a moment. He cleared his throat before he glared at Ash. Ash shifted, his right side curved inwards shielding me more and his right hand hung free. “What are you not saying,” Ash asked him cautiously. “It’s not important. I’ll take my leave. Give me a head start before you come after me.” He made for the doors but dad blocked his path. He turned back to face us, his eyes avoiding Ash’s.

Whitlock. "Mom, is grandma not coming back anymore?" she asked with a frown. Sitting beside her, she responded, "No, sweetheart. However, we can visit her at their house. We can also see your dad and grandpa there." Upon hearing this, her child's face suddenly brightened. She jumped up and tightly hugged her. "Yehey! I'm excited to see my dad! How about you, mommy, aren't you excited about seeing my dad?" As she mentioned the word dad, Ruby's heart constricted. For the past five years, she had no idea of what was going on about Adam’s life. It was only a while ago that she was informed by Mrs. Whitlock that he had supposedly become a better person right now.

If you lose sight of your initial objectives, then I will withdraw the sponsorship at any time. Daryl nodded in understanding. However, I could catch a flash of disappointment in his eyes. I went silent for a bit. Then, I added, "However, you can still call me your dad in public if you need to." His eyes lit up with a bright smile at once. His smile stunned me. I found it so ironic that Tammy, my own daughter, didn't care about me as her dad, and yet, a stranger's kid was simply ecstatic to be allowed to call me his dad.

Ash motioned him in and Jace sauntered toward the desk, closing the door behind him. “You’ve been quiet lately. Anything wrong? How has the fallout over Brittany’s defection been?” Ash rolled his eyes. “Predictable.” “Meaning what?” Jace took a seat across from Ash and pinned him with an inquisitive stare. “Oh, you know my dear old mother and father. Dad is too much of a spineless wimp to do or say much of anything. He just toes the line with Mom and whatever she says goes.” “They been giving her shit?” Jace asked with a scowl.

I don’t even know how he managed to reach that spot, but I know I have to fix that soon because the three moms around at the moment are giving me judgy looks, as if I'm the one who told him to fucking jump from that spot. "Are you my freaking dad?" Ash asks with a lot of sass as he gets up, making me freeze in absolute shock. He shakes the dust off his knees like it’s no big deal, "No, right? Then don't tell me what to do." I swallow the huge lump in my throat and try not to show how panicked I feel. And how much I want to tell him: 'Actually, I AM your freaking dad, so stop talking to me like that'. "I’m sure your mom doesn't let you jump out of high places like that," I grumble instead, gr

Dad was doing quite well where we were, and Mom and I were leading good lives too, so we politely declined the idea of going back and starting over. My uncle told me that he wasn't the only one who helped overturn the case. Asher had helped, too. Asher owed a big part of his current success to Dad. To him, Dad wasn't just his former father-in-law, but a pivotal figure who had helped him immensely. If he had any sense of loyalty and gratitude, helping with Dad's case would have been the least he could do. Dad asked if we wanted to go back to Jigsville for a visit. After all, that was where home was.

The first day she made me cookies and tea, I threw up its entire content after forcing myself to eat them, before taking her to her parents. My phone suddenly buzzed in my trouser's pocket. I groaned and reluctantly placed my laptop that was previously on my laps,on the center table. I slipped my hand lazily into my pocket, slowly brought out the phone and glanced at the caller's ID. It was my father, Asa Carter, the source and root of the entire Carter's wealth. "Hello dad." I gruffed coldly on answering the phone, rested my head on my hand. "Hi, my boy." He said cheerfully, laughed like Santa Claus. "How is my baby doing now, uhn?" He teased, laughing continuously.

He uttered. "May I speak with Jessica?" Dad asked. "Yes sir just a minute." Jonathan handed the phone to me. My hands shiver as I get the phone from his hand. He look at me confused. "Dad!" I uttered. "I need your help! Come home and we will discuss what are you going to do!" Dad somewhat ordered me. I look at Jonathan and he is staring at me intently. I'm speechless staring at him. What if Mr. Cushe already told dad I mistreated him? Will he give up supporting our foundation and university?