Catch Me If You Can Parents Guide Novels & Stories

For three years, I worked three jobs a day to send Wendy Stallone to university. In the end, I ended up doing all the chores at home as well. On the day Wendy graduated, the Stallone family came to bring her back to the family, and she turned into a socialite overnight. Everyone said my years of hardship had ended, and I was about to become rich. During the celebration party, Clark Quinn, Wendy’s childhood friend, sat beside her like he was born to orbit around her and asked me whether it was time for me to step aside. Wendy said nothing and just toyed with Clark’s fingers. Under the dazzling lights, I stared at her and asked calmly, “Are we going to break up?” She was stunned for

“That’s actually sweet.” The coffee maker hissed and released a burst of steam. A second later, the toaster popped. Levi handed me a plate. “Your turn,” he said, sitting across the counter from me. “What were you like as a teenager?” I bit into the toast, grinning. “Definitely not as smart as you.” He laughed. “I was trouble,” I admitted. “Always in detention. My parents were tired of me. But they loved me so much. I was their only child for a long time. Then they had Ella. And just when life felt stable again… they died.”

“Hey… Dad, we are not done talking about the setup.” My breath hitched as the voice played in my head. My best friend. No… this can’t happen. My mind spiraled everywhere, but the man before me didn’t seem to fucking care. His hand kept moving and rolling, and while I was scared of being caught, he fucked me into my orgasm. While my body thrashed back and forth in sheer pleasure, I prayed my best friend didn’t walk in to meet my pussy swallowing her father’s fingers while he fucked me into an uncontrollable orgasm.

"Oh, she's in the car. Are you ready to go?" I nodded my head. "Mom, Dad, Milan. I'm going." "Have fun, darling." Mom said, standing next to dad. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do." My dad narrowed her eyes at her and said, "You should be more specific pudding. Don't do drugs or one night stands, Amari. God is watching you." "Dad!" I yelled out embarrassed. I can't believe he just said that. Milan chuckled and hugged me. "Have fun, little sister."

One word burned on the screen. Father. My breath caught. My thumb hovered above the answer button, trembling, suspended between defiance and fear. I wanted to hurl the phone across the room, to smash it until the screen shattered and his voice could never reach me again. I wanted to scream, to let the fury boiling in my veins spill out. But my hands betrayed me. I pressed accept. “Good boy,” his voice rasped, a coarse whisper that dripped satisfaction. The sound alone tightened my chest. “You didn’t run.”

I could see something in his eyes but I could not trust myself. “I will cancel it,” Mom said as she pulled out her phone. But I stopped her. “Mom, you said this was non-refundable right? No point in wasting the money then! You should take one of your friends and enjoy the weekend. I think I will be better once I get everything out of my system,” I said weakly. “How can I even leave you in a state like this, Maeve? You need constant care right now!” she said. “I am here. I will take care of her. But Maeve is right. You can go with Astor, don’t you think? She has never been to some place like this, has she?”

“Or… are you carrying some kind of filthy disease? With the kind of crowd you used to hang around, who knows what you’ve caught…” At those words, Arnold’s and Eleanor’s expressions instantly shifted. Eleanor stepped back with a frown of disgust. “Your adoptive mother dresses eccentrically and hangs out with street thugs all day. Someone like that clearly lives without restraint. What kind of child could she possibly raise? Be honest with us, Willa. Have you been messing around outside?” Arnold also furrowed his brows as he spoke coldly. “This is unacceptable. We must take her to the hospital for a checkup to see if she’s clean.”

“My dad wants to have control over me. He may be my father, but it doesn't necessarily mean he is managing my life well. It's common to threaten to cut me off if I start dating someone. My entire life, he has governed through instilling terror, and I don't care any more. Without a doubt, I adore my father, but he would have made a lot more sense if he had spoken to me on a mature, emotional level rather than as if he were the police. .” “I know,” I said, shaking my head. “This could, however, have an impact on more than simply your life. I've had your father here with me for years. I don't want to see him harmed or betrayed in any way. It would simply not be fair to him. .”

No one would know anything about my secret late-night jaunts if campus security hadn't caught me. "Your parents are worried about you," Dr Ambrose offers. I snort. "Try again." He keeps talking like I never spoke. "Should they be, Gardenia? Should people be worried about you?" What a question. Should people be worried about me? I mean, sure. In a general sense. Maybe it's needy of me, but I'd like to feel a modicum of concern from someone out there. But my parents? "Nope. I'm good, thank you."

I put on my shoes and swung my new Chanel bag over my hands before slipping on a pair of dark sunglasses. “Very well. Happy birthday, Miss Caitlyn . Your parents would be proud of the woman you have become.” Rivera muttered, and before I could say anything more, he walked away. I stared back at my ice cold reflection in the mirror. I could taste the unapproachable even in the colors I favored and the way I packed my full auburn hair. Big mouth, his unneeded words now plaguing my mind. My parents. They were a topic I didn’t want to touch on, alongside the brand new rage that came with this new age.