Austin Theory Father Novels & Stories

There I was, coming up with crazy schemes to fix things when I still didn’t know what the problem was. Raven would never tell me what was wrong. I knew this. Somewhere along the line, I’d failed as a father. Maybe there was no hope left for us. “What are you doing here?” a familiar voice asked. Dropping my hands from my head, I turned around. Saxton, a leggy brunette on his arm and a tennis racket in his hand, looked me up and down. “You don’t take breaks from work,” he said. I smirked. “I do when they involve taking business meetings.”

"Nice to meet you, Julian. I didn't know my father had someone so young on his legal team." Julian smiled, a genuine, warm expression that instantly made the cold corporate hallway feel a little less intimidating. "Arthur hired me straight out of law school. He believed in giving people a chance. I’ve been managing your father’s personal files since his passing, and frankly... I’ve been worried about what Victoria was doing to your accounts." I stepped closer to him, lowering my voice. "She took everything, Julian. I'm completely locked out."

Recognition came slowly, then all at once. Christiana blinked water from her eyes and stared at him. The sharp jaw. The dark eyes that had always seemed to see too much. Julian Frost. Her father's best friend. The man who used to visit their house when she was younger, who would sit in the study with her father for hours discussing business she did not understand. The man she had stupidly, hopelessly crushed on when she was sixteen. Her stomach twisted. Of all the people to appear now, it had to be him.

“We’ll talk later?” “Sure,” I said, just to be polite, James disappeared into the crowd, and I was left alone with Dominic. The air between us felt charged, dangerous. “You didn’t have to do that,” I said quietly. “Your father wants a photo with you. Study. Now.” He turned and walked toward the house without waiting to see if I had follow. The commanding tone annoyed me but I followed anyways. The study was exactly as I remembered as we walked into the study, the faint smell of tobacco wafted to my nose even though my father had stopped smoking it years ago. Dominic closed the door behind us, and suddenly the room felt too small, the air too thin.

my father says. My father is right but I am confused with so many thoughts running through my mind as to how I will be married to someone like Damien Donovan the playboy of Seattle. I do not see myself being married to him. Mr.Williams Donovan of blessed memory was a good man, kind at heart and very easygoing. He treated my father and our family with so much respect and love, supported my education at college and used to occasionally check in on me when I was a student at Seattle University. It always used to amaze me why a man so rich and powerful as Mr Williams was so invested in my well-being. I guess now it makes much sense because he believed that I would be the perfect match for his

In the next second, Jenny regretted asking him a damn question—of course, he couldn't be okay after watching the video of his father. She breaks the hug while wiping his tears with her thumb. "Why did you pull out this video?" "My father doesn't even have the habit of drinking, so how could he have a huge accident?” Austin said, and his body was shivering. "I will not leave the man who killed my father!” Austin gritted his teeth. "I will bring him out even from hell and punish him!" He clenched his fist while taking a rapid breath. Jenny couldn't help but hug him back while wrapping her hands around his neck.

"You should carry out your hunter duties, son. She'll just cause trouble anywhere she goes." "No," I said, my voice breaking. "Austin, please don't listen to him." But Austin wasn't looking at me. He was staring at his father with wide, desperate eyes. "You said if I helped you, you'd let me leave town," Austin said. "You said I could go with my boyfriend and start over somewhere else." "And you can," his father said smoothly. "After you finish this." "Austin," I said, trying to catch his eyes. "Look at me. Please. Can't you see he's manipulating you? Just like he always does."

He will be out by next week and yet I have no idea what to expect of that. "I could ask you the same thing Annabelle. I am here to speak with the leader of this so-called club." Father is wearing a suit, one that fits him to a tee. Its dark grey and his hair is cropped short and slicked back. I don't think I have ever seen him look so sophisticated before. Austin walks up behind me and gently pushes me to the side. Father gives me one last leering look until he transfers his gaze over to Austin. "Can I help you with something?" Austin's tone is deep and perturbed but there is a level of confidence in it that makes you blink a few times before attempting an actual sentence.

“I know that, but most times, these women are usually being vindictive because of one reason or the other, or maybe the fathers are deadbeats and don’t deserve to be in their children’s lives, or something like that. There are many reasons why that could happen. However, if both parents are loving, the kid gets to have the best of both worlds. Now, I can’t believe that I’m saying this, because I personally don’t like this Austin fellow, but from the little I’ve seen of him and the way he looks at his son, I think it may be worth giving him a chance to be the boy's father. At least …” “Well, well, thanks for the vote of confidence, mate. I really appreciate it.” Austin’s amused voice came. Th

He was still off traveling the world with his beautiful girlfriend. Sophie whispered, “I feel like Austin doesn’t really have the will to live. Do you think it’s because his dad is so irresponsible? Maybe some people just aren’t meant to be fathers.”