Ash Ketchum Dad Novels & Stories

Chase was waiting for me the moment I entered the front door, and he didn’t look happy. “Your Dad is Mickey Thatcher, did you know that?” “Yeah, so what?” He shook his head and laughed. “No, I mean he istheMickey Thatcher, he is a poker genius. Why did you not tell us?” “What is there to tell? My father is a drunk, gambling addict. He was far from the perfect father, despite what you saw on screen. That’s why I never said anything, now move, I need to get my things.” I tried to push past him but he stopped me.

"It's not like my dad is home. He said he has a meeting with some old-time friends and wouldn't be back till evening.” I exhaled deeply with a shrug and let him be. "But you still have to get back to Michigan for school tomorrow, right?” I quizzed as we neared the entrance. "Who's that?” My dad asked, appearing in our face. Asher grinned with a Japanese bow. “It's Asher. Nice to meet you." My dad furrowed his brow and stared long at him. I looked back at Asher. He seemed puzzled too. "Is there a problem, dad?” I asked.

Looking at his suit, he was sure Asher was not coming here for a couple of tea. "Asher." Ang Lu smiles. "Grandpa." Asher looks at him with a serious expression. "Who sent you here?" Ang Lu asks. He did not make any move to attacking him at all. Instead, he still greets him appropriately with a gentle voice. "Eric Smith." Ang Lu stops his pace for a moment. He then sighs and continues to walk again. "Him? What nonsense did he spout this time?" "Scarlet. Did you kill her? I learned that she was dad's mother." Asher also did not do anything; he followed him from behind.

“Your surname is Sadler. Are you related to Yegor Sadler?” At this remark, James smiled calmly while Truett nodded immediately. “Do you know my father?” “Heh, Yegor Sadler is your father?” Zenithal Roc Matron exclaimed, “This is such a coincidence!” James leaned closer to Truett and whispered, “Your dad is indeed a social butterfly, knowing almost every powerhouse from Tai Chi to these powerhouses of the Dawn Supernatural Power.” Truett smiled wryly. “My mom scolded him quite a bit because of this.”

"Yes I did. And I will do it again if you don't learn to do away with this childish rudeness and arrogance" Henry Hudson bellowed. "Because of this bitch you slapped me,dad? Tell me, were you also having sex with her?" Chase snapped at his dad. "What?" Amelia exclaimed. Henry wanted to lash him another slap when Jace stepped in and held his dad's hand "enough dad. Chase is your son. Sometimes you need to listen to him" he declared.

He glared at his three followers. Those three shook their head and hands together. "WE DIDN'T TELL IT TO YOUR FATHER!" "Argh, damn it," he cursed before answering the call. "H-Hello dad?" "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!" His father yelled so he put his phone a meter away from his ear. He took a deep breath before putting it again on his ear. "W-What's the problem dad?" "I HEARD THAT JOSHUA SUCCESSFULLY MADE A DEAL WITH MR. CHWE!"

So there went that idea. I also found out that Ash used to work for the secret service. Ash had been referred to my dad by one of my dad's old acquaintances, Jace Huxley. Jace was the FBI officer in charge of my parent's case when the Cobras had gone after my mom all those years ago. They stayed in touch ever since and have become good friends. Agent Huxley often attended our family gatherings, and we would sometimes spend time with his family as well. Agent Huxley also helped my dad with tightening the security protocols for all of my dad's buildings. He would often consult with Stone Enterprises, so was often seen at my dad's work.

For one brief moment I held him, and my chest filled with a warmth I had almost forgotten. I stepped back. "Why are you here?" His voice was flat, and of course Unwelcoming. "Can a father not come to see his own son?" He let out a short, hollow laugh. "For me, you are not my father. You have been dead to me since the day you walked out on my mother and me. So tell me.. why do you keep showing up when the very sight of yours disgust me?" My jaw clenched. I felt the anger rising from somewhere deep and old. "Watch your tongue, James. You are speaking to your father." I pressed down the emotion as hard as I could, but his words always managed to find the one place in me that had no armour.

Dad picked up the microphone, caught my eye, and winked. “What is he up to?” I asked Luc. “He already made his speech.” It had made me cry, even if he had kept it short the way he promised. Luc tucked me to his side. “He has a surprise.” “You know about this?” “Maybe,” he teased. “Just listen.” “So,” Dad began. “You all know who I am.” There was a loud chorus of yeses and some cheers, which made him grin. “I’m Ashley’s father. I’m also father to Gracie, Heather, and Penny.”

"Yeah, our dad is Graham Hopkins." . . . ______