Central Cee Father Novels & Stories

I was fighting to maintain my composure but I wasn’t sure how long that’ll last. Celeste had a guilty look on her face and her hands went over her mouth immediately “My father would kill me if he finds out” I grunted impatiently “I’ll kill you first if you don’t start talking” I made sure there was no hint of amusement in my words and then she groaned “Fine, I’ll tell you” she said “My father is a pimp” Oh shit! “Go on” “Venzos automobile is like an undercover for what he truly does, but he’s a Russian mobster and he traffics drugs – and women”

“Don’t worry about leaning on us. We have done well for ourselves to give our mates what they needed. Sadly mine passed young but we got Zayle. She always wanted to make sure his mate would be taken care of. So don’t you worry. Everything coming to you, from me at least, is a promise made from my mate.” “But sir!” “Cesar. Call me Cesar. At least until you get comfortable enough for Dad.” He finished his drink. “Whelp, that’s all I needed. I’ll see you boys around. Not tomorrow. Take the day off.” I rolled my eyes again as he took off outside and disappeared like he always did. He would storm in, kick up a fuss, and then leave. That was it. Dad was so predictable. “I’m so lost.” Chuckling, I

“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.”

Cyril internally scoffed at his positive thinking, the fact that he actually thought his father fired her because she was abusing him slapped him back laughing at his mind. Cyril's father, Craig Sokolov, the Russian Mafia boss of almost a decade, this man was a pure psycho, he loved control, power and superiority complex, he didn't care what he had to do to acheive the higher rank where no one could touch him, he would do anything.

I asked bluntly "That's the thing- " before Nikolai could finish I cut him off and demanded "Nikolai, Tell me who the father is. Now" He looked at me this time, and she took a deep breath in, and then realised it before he answered "Stefano, is the father of Cecelia's baby" Nikolai managed to say. What. The. Fuck.

little Jay mocks. “ Come on man, you’re a kid as well of course you should act like your age don’t you think , and besides, you’re in a kid school not an adult school , you can't be a pineapple and want to grow like an orange” . Cee encourages his son about the standards of his school. Still on the call, he leaves the arena . On getting into his office,Cee scans his finger prints on an automated intelligence machine just at the side of the door before he walks in to the office.

As I walked out of the steel door I immediately spotted my dad and Jeremy, my dad was eyeing me curiously. I signed out and asked the lady if I can put money in Steve’s canteen. “You can dear, but that man, your father I believe he said he was, he put some in there while you were in your visit.” I smiled at her and my father as we headed out, I just wanted to get out of this city as fast as possible. We got into the car and began to drive out of the city, I got a text from Darren,

"And now I'm working as a PA for CJ." "CJ?" I ask obliviously. "The CEO... Cedric Jean. But he prefers CJ," says Zara. "Must be old to own such a big company," I say. Zara laughs. "Naah his dad has been ill and he has finally given the position of CEO to CJ. Word on the street is CJ has been living in England all these years because he doesn't get along with his dad. The only reason he came back is to run the company for his dad."

“Yes, but let me tell you something: raising a child on your own is not easy. No money can replace a father’s love.” “Well, I'm marrying Jerry. He knows about the pregnancy; he’ll be the father figure.” Jerry was her driver at the White House. He showed up tonight here, and it was so crazy as he came up to me in private and introduced himself as Cece's son, my supposed sister. He told me he knew about me long back; his uncle Christian told him, and I couldn't argue with that, as he so much resembled Christian.

Grace POV Patrick Vanner. That name echoed again and again in my head as I walked into the Vanner’s Hospital and I approached the receptionist, clutching my files as rage coursed through my bones, even though I wore a bright smile on my face. The image of my father being pulled away by the cops had imprinted in my heart and the words he whispered to my ears while I had hugged him. “Sofia…he did this to me,” I went still and cold, about to ask my father who. Then he said, “Patrick Vanner… he brought this upon your father, he brought this upon us.”