Birk Balthazar Sofia The First Real Dad Novels & Stories

She seized our stepfather's hand and declared, "Mom, Dad, I want to be with you!" I, however, ran behind my grandfather and clutched his calloused hand. Across from me, Phoebe curled her lips into a mocking smile. I knew then—she must have been reborn, too. In our previous life, after Father died, we had faced this same choice. Phoebe had overheard at the funeral that Grandpa was a wealthy antique collector, so she chose him without hesitation. Before leaving, she even raised her chin proudly and sneered at me, "Soon I'll be enjoying life with Grandpa. As for you, just wait—you'll be stuck babysitting for our stepdad like some lowly servant."

When I start middle school, Dad quits his job to become my full-time study coach. He devotes every ounce of energy to monitoring my academics and refuses to let a single distraction near me. My best friend in middle school has average grades, so Dad goes straight to his parents for a talk. "My son is going to a top school. Don't let your kid's low IQ rub off on him." I lose my closest friend after that, and the rest of my classmates start keeping their distance too. In high school, the class rep asks me a math question one day, and Dad sees it happen. Without a word, he slaps her across the face. "Already flirting with boys at your age? I'll have the principal expel you! "Just asking a

The word still gave me a funny little jolt, a mix of joy and terror and something infinitely more fragile. I knew I wasn't Brian's biological father. Knew it in my bones. But damn if this kid hadn't wrapped himself around my heart anyway. "Hey there, champ." I ruffled his hair, kicking the door shut behind me. "Sorry I missed you yesterday. Got held up with some boring grown-up stuff." Brian just shrugged, already wriggling to get down. "That's okay. Mommy said you were fighting bad guys. Like a superhero!" I barked a laugh, something easing in my chest. "Did she now? Well, your mommy is a smart lady."

I stood with my father as Braddock danced with Teresa, I looked around and seen Sofia talking with Ava again and nudged my father, “what’s with Sofia and Ava, it’s like they are planning something?” He chuckled, “Sofia wants to go back with Ava, she wants to rock climb in the mountains, her idea is that since we will be going there when Ava has the baby, that she will return with us,” he shrugs, “I think Charlie and Braddock are actually thinking about letting her go.” I nodded and looked around to find Dimitri was gone and Brooklyn dancing with Lynx, she looks happy, and I guess that’s all that matters right now. I looked at my Dad, “you think they’d miss us if I snatched her up and headed

" What if your girlfriend think you're the real father of the baby?* Kara ask as he smile. "She wouldn't have a glue of it so that worry. Trust me about the plan and everything. After at least...... Five years or six, I promise you that you can return back being a lady and doing your thing has you have always been doing. "So don't worry about that part. Bryson Utter as went to hug him. " Thank you so much for being such a wonderful friend I could ever imagine. For standing by my side because I couldn't have long gone jf not of you. "Thank you so much for everything......... And I'm sorry if I hurt you emotionally. Kara Utter as she disengage from the hug. "Not to mention. ****

Maybe Sofia just needed Andreas’s arms, his laughter, and the warmth he always wrapped around them both. "Of course, sweetheart," Mia said warmly, standing up. "He’d be so happy to see you. Let me just get ready and we’ll…" "I wasn’t talking about Andreas." Sofia cut her off roughly. The words were quiet, but they shattered the air between them. Sofia's chin lifted stubbornly, her young face pale but resolute. "I want to see my real daddy," she said. "Because Andreas isn’t my real father." Mia’s mouth opened and then closed again uselessly.

She had to be more careful next time, she almost took him to the rebels and even though he was her friend, Alpha Jose remained his father. A father who could control his actions, one that he could never challenge. Alesix might be a good person and would never allow her to get hurt, but he wouldn't betray his father for her? He would surely leak her secret, either willingly or guiltily. 'You've got to ace your game and stop making mistakes, this was a bad idea from the beginning' Sofia thought and scooped some water into her hands. “It's so warm” Sofia giggled and took her hands' dipper into the stream. She loved things of nature, they gave her a sense of belonging.

She grabbed the phone, glanced at the screen, and answered it with a cold laugh. My father's voice came through at once, tight with worry. "Isa, why aren't you home yet? Is the auction still going?" I dragged in a breath and shouted as loudly as I could, "Papa, help me! They're going to destroy my hands!" My father's voice went cold in an instant. "What? Who is this?" Sofia shouted into the phone, "I'm Sofia Lopez! Your daughter's been acting like a slut with men, so I'm teaching her a lesson!"

she ranted on “You mean my father” I snorted out angrily “What!!!!’ Sofia rasped out “Your… Monk Martin is my freaking FATHER” I howled out “Are… you the long… lost… son” Sofia mused I laughed out and faced her, “Wow, long lost son_ that's an amazing title for a child he sold out” I whispered ° °

The way his fingers twitched—an almost imperceptible flinch. “Explain,” Rafael demanded. “Your girl isn’t just some innocent,” Silas rasped. “Her father... her real father... was one of the original architects of the Sombra Cartel’s rise in Europe. He was killed before he could complete what he started—but not before leaving behind a ledger. Names. Locations. Funds. All buried secrets that could dismantle our entire empire.” Sophia felt the room spin. “My father?” she whispered. “That’s not possible. He was a banker. He—”