Dc Young Fly Dad Novels & Stories

I cry out, shaking. "Well, London, that would have been you or me. I am going to call Zane now," he finishes and walks away. A few minutes pass by before he hands me the phone. "Zane is on the line, he wants to talk to you," Still a sobbing mess, I cry harder into the phone, "Daddy? I need you here, please. I just killed a man," There is silence, a long one before Zane says anything. "I'm on my way, baby, stay away from the corpse, I will be there before you know it," he says.

Ryan teased. "Yeah yeah," Dad said. "Listen, change of plans. Work wrapped early. I'm flying back tomorrow. Home by noon." My eyes widened. "Really? That's awesome!" "Missed you kiddo," Dad said. "And I wanna catch up with this guy too." He pointed at Ryan. "It's been too long since we grabbed beers." Ryan nodded. "Definitely. Safe flight man." "You bet," Dad said. "Love you Ava. Be good."

His fingers bent at a grotesque angle. "Dad!" Dylan cried out. He rushed over to check on Gregory, then pointed angrily at Grandpa. "You old bastard, where the hell did a piece of filth like you come from? How dare you lay a hand on my dad! Do you know who he is? He is the husband of the Ashford Group's chairwoman!" After he finished shouting, he instinctively turned to Mom for support, only to find her face drained of color and her body trembling uncontrollably.

"Then turns out my father was a part of D.A.C so the Lion took me in. Raised me like I was his own grand son. Shay was there too and helped me, thus the reason why me and Fey were so close, like cousins." Just as he finished cleaning my face, he was done telling his part of the story. "Now, let's go out there and continue eating that delicious wings." He grinned. He swung the door open but I stopped him. "Are you okay?" "I would be after eating those wings." "Other than that, are you sure you still want to continue this? I mean, I totally understand if you don't want to continue this and-" "I am sure, Em." "But..." I looked down, "I spilled hot sauce on myself. Other people will think that I

“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.