Dc Young Fly Dad Novels & Stories

Even if someone were to shove a soul stone into the mouth of a mortal like him, it would be impossible to imprint his soul on it. At this moment, the Young family were hosting a birthday party with laughter and chatter in the air. Today was the birthday celebration of a two-year-old young boy from the Young family’s fourth generation. The patriarch of the Young family, Darnic Young, had now become the supreme commander of the Flying Eagles who had a lofty position and great authority, an omnipotent existence second to the country’s president. Countless people were envious and jealous, and naturally, many flocked over to try to curry favor with him.

“I mean—I saw him at the gym. Once. Twice maybe. Whatever.” Dad chuckled. “Dean practically lives in that gym. He owns half the building.” Of course he does. I was going to explode. “And Naomi,” Dad said, turning to me with his classic father-knows-best tone, “remember you said you wanted to learn how to fly the heli? You’ve been putting it off.” I blinked. “What?” He sipped his water like this was casual news. “Dean’s agreed to teach you. He’s licensed. Certified. The best.”

he muttered, finally managing to push him through the doorway. "You—" "Dad..." Dylan interrupted, a playful warning in his tone. "Alright, alright," his dad conceded, hands raised in mock surrender as he walked away. Dylan exhaled deeply before returning to his task. He paused for a moment, reflecting on how easily his father had accepted the news. For so long, Dylan had feared coming out to him, worried that he would be met with disappointment or even disgust. But now, with the truth out in the open, his father seemed unfazed—almost supportive.

Alexander stepped closer, his tone lazy, as if discussing the weather. "Now it's time you started calling her Mom." Ethan's head shot up. His eyes were blood-red, veins bursting across his eyeballs. "I can't say that!" He practically screamed the words, desperation tearing at his throat. Alexander's eyes turned ice-cold. He took one step forward. "Can't say it?" "Then our relationship as father and son ends here." "After tonight, get out of New York." His voice was low and grim. It cut through the silence, sending chills through the air.

The conversation D:- Drake , J:- Jordan ( his father ) D:- Dad, is everything fine ? J:- That's what I should be asking you Drake I know that you married tanya forcefully against her will . You know what that means? D:- Yes , I agree that I married her forcefully and even threatened her with her relatives but trust me dad I will never hurt her . She is my everything there is something special in her which attracted me towards her and that's her simplicity, her fearlessness and her love for her loved ones and that she can do everything to save them .

Natash Yael hesitated for a moment, "The chicken soup in the bottom compartment. I'm hungry and want to cook some noodles." I furrowed my brow again, "You're planning to use this to deal with my son. Where's your dad? Why isn't he here today?" Natash Yael looked at me and took a while to say, "Jaclyn Dills, we are really divorced." My body froze imperceptibly, "What do you want to say?" Natash Yael nodded, "I mean, that's my dad. You're calling him so affectionately; it might lead to misunderstandings."

Dylan said to Lyon. “No, I want to know what you mean.” Dylan said, his voice raised. Dylan pressed the button under his desk, which meant that security would be in his office in minutes to take care of Lyon. “You see the thing is Lyon, your dear mother has been spreading her legs for whoever and long story short you are not Mr. Scott's son, so all this that you've been fighting for, you have no claim to it. You're the bastard Lyon, not me. I had parents and Mr. Scott adopted me legally, but you, you have no father and I'm not even sure that your whore of a mother knows who he is.” Dylan said to him.

This cause Yan Yang's hazel eyes, to nearly pop out of their sockets. What? The little boy yesterday and her boss had......... A father and son relationship??