Central Cee Father Novels & Stories

“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

“Because you’re not.” The meaning hits me at once. “Adrian, no. It's too much to ask, you have your job here.” “I can transfer it. And no, it's not too much, Lena. You're my best friend.” I let his words wash over me for a moment. “Will you really move with us?” Adrian shrugs lightly. “Elena, I’ve been Uncle Addy since the day Maya was born,” he says with a small smile. “And I plan to keep that title.”

… The next day, I stayed home. I sat in the living room, all focused on sewing clothes for my son. Logan was a regimental commander, often admonishing Artie and me to be frugal and not to live beyond our means. Although Artie was too young to understand, he knew his father was a great hero who protected our country, so he had never made any demands of Logan or me.

The more you have of it, the more you have of everything else. Anthony Crosswalk, my father, is richer than God. Crosswalk Industries is a Fortune 500 company and it's his 'baby'. I freeze as I step through the threshold. "Meet your future wife son. Charlotte Daymond." I shouldn't have come back here so soon. My father ignores my death glare and simply looks at his gold Rolex watch. I gave it to him for his 42nd birthday, which was a few months ago. "Quick introductions would be pleasant Sebastian. Some people have places to be."

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.

My father’s domineering tone stunned all his underlings. I knew he would say that – I’m far more important than that pack. Was it Zenser…? Zenster? Zenter? I forgot, they are indeed insignificant then. “However, Alpha – Zensther has a solid military power!” Oh, it was Zensther. I looked at my father, and his face was no longer within his complexion – he was red… literally pure red. I feel bad for the ignorant soul… My father stood from his chair before shouting out,

“Mommy's right. My dad's so cool~” … The father and son duo is now walking on the busy hallways of the University of Centriona. The father, Chase, looked attractive with his black suit and tie. The son, Eon, looked adorable with his neat uniform. Just by looking at his uniform, they can infer that the child is a young genius. The kid looked young and yet the uniform he was wearing is for the third-grade level. Chase and Eon arrived outside the lecture hall that was packed with students attending Rui's class.

Lee stood up and was startled. “Oh, son, what are you doing here?” Mrs. Lee asked. Cullen was panting and was looking at his mom seriously. “I am going to be the CEO! I will be the best CEO!” He shouted at her. He then looked at his grandfather. “Grandfather, please train me well! I don’t want to be a lazy fake CEO! I will be the best!” Cullen confidently said while panting.

He tend to me, greeting, "It's nice to see you again Wonwoo. Where is Celine?" "Who is Celine?" Father asked. "Isn't she your daughter?" "Huh?" Father frowned. I took a deep breath and walked closer. 'Shit. My heart is beating so fast. I should have drink a calming med before coming down. Fuck!' "About that, there's something I wanted to talk to you," I started. "That's right! What is this daughter thing?! Let's talk," father spoke in unusual high pitch. But I looked at him and carefully explained, "Not you father. It's Mr. Hong that I need to talk with."

She had been shocked to hear about the twin brother she never knew she had, but she couldn’t understand why her father would tell her about him when she just wanted to know where their money came from. “I’m getting to that, Cece,” Cesar had said. He stood up from the armchair and walked over to his wife and daughter. He knelt on the floor beside his wife and kissed her on her cheek. “Your little brother’s name was Mateo. Had he lived I would have taken him into the business with me. That’s how it is between a father and a son, you know? But Mateo was taken from us. And that’s when Mommy and I decided that God had a reason for doing that. God didn’t want Mateo doing bad things, so He took his