Dc Young Fly Dad Novels & Stories

Taking the bait, Draig said arrogantly, “My dad respects the God of War the most. “If he was twenty years younger… Uh, no! If he was ten years younger, he would have joined the God of War on the foreign battlefield to fight off the enemy and make his country proud. “When I came to Arcadia, my dad urged me to follow the God of War if I could. I could stay in Arcadia instead of going back to Uleania.” It turned out that Draig was from Uleania. Kaze asked curiously, “And your father is?” “Draig’s father is Birch Tenby, an Arcadian fighter in Uleania,” Stacey said while looking at Draig in admiration.

The necessities of my life. Dominic Leone is my daddy. My everything. Fuck the world. We have each other. I know they’ll come for us again, and I know next time they try, I will be right by my daddy’s side. There will be no mistaking me for victim, that’s for damn sure. The End

Windell. I took a breath as I saw Windell again. T. G. Windell. Theodore Gregory Windell. My father and his best friend, Jayden Will Dyer, and when I searched it, it was like Fate was laughing cruelly at me. Jayden Will Dyer was the father of my partner, Daisy Dyer.

STEPHANIE'S POV Looking at the two men standing at the door, I could see a striking resemblance between the father and son; both were tall, broad, and extremely attractive. It's obvious that Diamond inherited all of his father's good looks, except for the alluring grey almond eyes his father has. Instead, Diamond has bright green-hooded eyes that make him extremely attractive and perfectly complement his muscular features.

He whispered back. Lydia giggled. "I hope she's not giving you a hard time?" Blair and Dylan turned to face the person that spoke. It was Lydia's dad. "Of course not, David." Dylan answered with a smile. "Daddy!" She screamed in Dylan's ear. He placed her on the ground so that she could meet her dad. "Baby." He carried her in his arms. "We have to leave now Dylan. Man's gotta rest now." He told him. "Yeah, I know man. We're leaving too, I have a flight to catch up with soon." They gave their bro hugs and handshakes.

He glanced at Yosef who came back from calling Renzo and sat on the sofa’s armrest. “Mr. Young decided to recruit boys and train them to become detectives or agents of Dark Knight. He himself taught them everything they need to learn and honed their skills into near perfection. One of the recruited boys was my Dad. But I only knew about Dark Knight after he and my Mom died. Renzo-hyung’s dad is the one who recruited me at the age of eight. He is my Dad’s best friend.” JD continued. “AT THE AGE OF EIGHT?! THAT’S TOO YOUNG, HYUNG!” David can’t help but react on what JD had told them. Jun glared at him. David then cover his mouth to shut himself up and said, “Sorry, hyung. I’m just surprised.”

Yael replied. “Where is your dad? Sorry to ask about it, huh. I just noticed that you and your mom are always together.” Diana wanted to know if Freya introduced her older brother as Yael’s father. She panicked when her nephew suddenly started crying. “Hey, what’s wrong? Why are you crying? Does something hurt you? Tell me, I will treat it. Did I say something wrong?” Yael shook his head. “It is about my dad. He died when I was still a baby. I-I did not even see him. I did not even hug him.” Yael’s tears continued to flow down his healthy cheeks.

I was surprised to hear that my dad had a son, and even more surprised to learn that Uncle Daryl had taken them in. Draco, my dad, seemed taken aback by this revelation. "A son?" he said, his voice laced with disbelief. Uncle Daryl nodded his head, confirming that he had indeed adopted my dad's son as his own. "Currently, he is the one leading my pack in my absence," Uncle Daryl added, and I was even more shocked. I had never realized that Uncle Daryl's son who was leading his pack was my dad's son. As my dad, still in shock, struggled to find the right words, I couldn't help but wonder what he looked like. Who was he?

As soon as the call was connected, a middle-aged man’s voice came from the speaker, “Tyr.” A hint of excitement could be heard in his voice. It belonged to none other than Tyr’s father, Draco Summers. “Dad, I’m in Mount Whiteface now. I have a friend who is seriously injured. He lost one of his arms. Can you immediately contact the best doctor in the area to bring equipment and come to the location I sent to you?” “Okay.” Draco was a wise man. He did not ask in detail when he heard Tyr’s tone, and immediately hung up after their conversation.

I fill my mother in on Levy taking off at short notice and that I think it is to do with some fella called Jake. Thudding on the door makes us all look at it. “Hey, it’s Levy. Let me in.” His rumbling voice makes me have all sorts of feelings race through my body. Seriously? At a time like this? I could slap myself! Dylan walks to the door and opens it. “Hey, Dad.” They man hug each other; my heart does a kind of little flip thing seeing them both so close to each other. I love how Levy is a good father and how Dylan loves his dad back. It’s heartwarming to see.