Ash Ketchum Dad Novels & Stories

“I don’t mean bad, Lily. I just don’t want Dad or anyone to say something that can give my children trauma. I’m in Bell City for an assignment, and I’ll leave when I’m done.” Lily only shook her head since she knows Natalie won’t listen to her and just decided to find a way to let everyone meet. “Mom, we will get to see Dad too, right?” Norah asked, her gaze fixed on Natalie. Natalie had once told them their dad is in Bell’s city and they would see him anytime they visited, not knowing it will be soon, but even her, don’t recognize the man plus it’s been six years and Bell’s city is big, she doubts if she can ever meet their father again.

"My father is Wallace Creedmere, chairman of the Creedmere Group. Get me out of here, and my family will pay whatever you want!" "My dad is Gregory Langford, and my mom is Claudia Young. You know what those names mean in Volaris City!"

Now I was standing next to him, and he was the devil himself. This wasn't the interview I'd wished for. This was a turning point I'd never forget. "Who is your father?" I demanded. "You really want to know?" he whispered. "Spit it out!" "My dad's name is Doctor Michael Sherwood. He owns Sherwood Laboratory and Sherwood Pharmaceuticals." The name Michael Sherwood triggered a flood of memories. Dad's warnings echoed in my mind, words he'd repeated to me and my sisters countless times.

His eyes were filled with fear and pleading as he looked at me. I did not hit him, only asking softly in an incredibly calm tone, "Ethan, do you remember who connected you with your first million-dollar project after graduation seven years ago?" His pupils constricted sharply. "You think it was your talent that impressed Mr. Wilson? He only gave a poor kid like you a chance because of my dad. Five years ago, your company was in crisis and on the verge of bankruptcy. Did you really think that the 30 million life-saving investment came out of nowhere? My dad sold an antique painting he had treasured for years, intending it as my dowry, and anonymously invested the money in you. And three years

“You were not born out of anything complicated. We were married.” Then she paused. “And then we separated.” Eli opened his mouth immediately. “Why—” “No,” Mom said gently. “Not now.” That part at least was real. Neither of us actually wanted details. Then she finally said it. “Your dad is Dave Ashton.” Eli widened his eyes dramatically. “Wait… that guy?” I nearly kicked him. Mom nodded slowly. “Yes. The one from the park.” “The chess guy?” Eli asked again. “Yes, Eli. The chess guy.”

Slowly, Asher crouched down, his eyes locking onto Kylian’s, the connection undeniable. "Hey, little man," Asher said softly, his voice filled with wonder. "I’m your dad." Kylian stared at him for a long moment, his tiny hands gripping Olivia’s jacket tightly. Then, with the simple innocence of a child, he whispered, "Daddy?" Asher’s heart twisted violently in his chest. Daddy. The word echoed in his mind, a mix of joy and sorrow washing over him. He had missed so much.

I must have died; this can’t be real right now! Before I could say anything else, Asher’s cell phone rings, and he pulls it from the nightstand. “Fuck,” he says, then gently pushes me off of him before answering. “Hey, dad.” He says, and I move away from him. From what I’ve heard from my mom, Asher’s father was an abusive asshole, and right now, he sounded pissed off. “Yes, I’ll be home soon. I’m just out celebrating… Yes, sir. I understand.” He kills the call after this and blows out a sigh before looking back at me.

His father remained the current chairman, known for conservative but strategic expansion. The foundation of the company was stable. Disciplined. And deeply entrenched in global markets. Kazuki accepted Jaycee's handshake politely. "You flatter me," he replied in smooth, lightly accented English. "I am merely following my father's teachings." His tone carried the understated humility often associated with Sakura business culture. Jaycee laughed heartily. "So humble, Mr. Hoshino." He gestured toward himself. "I am Cedric's father, Jaycee Torres."

I asked skeptically. I just couldn’t trust either of them anymore. “Being the manager to Chase Maddox,” my dad answered. “What about it?” I asked. I was supposed to be saying why I came, but that could wait as I was really curious to hear what they wanted to talk to me about regarding my job, which they didn’t have any business with anyway. “We have some plans,” my dad said. My brows furrowed in confusion. “What are you talking about?” I asked. “You see, Chase Maddox is not just the best hockey player this city has, but he is filthy rich,” my dad started.

I sat on the grass, hugging my legs, staring at the scene like I was looking at it from behind a glass. Mom was flipping ribs and wiping Chloe’s sweaty forehead in between while Chloe giggled about something dumb, like how the lemonade tasted “too yellow.” Dad was standing with a group of his friends, beer in hand, pretending to be a friendly family man. He always acted extra charming when he had an audience. And among those friends was Asher Kingston—Dad’s closest friend, and one of the few adults who ever looked at me like he saw a person. He was the only adult whose stare lasted more than two seconds.