Dear Dad Movie Novels & Stories

"Doesn't matter, they're all dead and we didn't see any transmissions going out," said a man, I didn't even see him join us. "Marcus, this is Denver, good friend of mine from another life," Dad said to me. "Good to meet you, thank you for helping me," I replied, shaking his hand. "Your Dad saved me more times than I can count. Is one less I owe him," he said with a laugh. "You know I didn't keep score. Same team, all that mattered," replied Dad.

“And yet you were ready to climb it like a mountain goat.” I laughed awkwardly, fingers brushing his as I took the jar. Mistake. Fire bloomed up my arm at the contact. “Thank you,” I said, trying not to sound breathless. “Um… not to be weird but… do I know you?” His eyes flickered with amusement. “You should.” He took a step closer. “I’m Dean Maddox.” My stomach dropped. Wait…no. NO. Dean Maddox? The name my dad never stopped mentioning? His best friend? The one he “trusted more than anyone on earth”? My crush is my dad's best friend?

My bad. It was my dad's suggestion to watch a movie since a new movie of Tom Cruise was just released. He's a fan of him though. Well, I'm not into action movies so honestly, I am not enjoy the movie that much. I prefer watching dramas and tear-jerking movies than being trilled with actions. Suddenly, Simon's phone lit up. He excused himself and walked out of the cinema. "When will Simon introduce us to his girlfriend?" My Dad just said which made mom choke.

“Doreen, I have to go now, but I want you to know that I’ll be praying for Michael. He’s going to be fine; you’ll see. Please don’t hesitate to call me if you need anything.” Doreen finally looked away from Michael long enough to flash a weak smile at her. “Thank you, Sasha.” Just as Sasha turned to leave, Doreen let out a loud gasp. “Mum?” Desiree instantly rushed to her side. “Is everything alright?” “Your dad… I think he blinked.” “Mum, are you…” Desiree was about to question it when her father blinked a couple more times again before finally opening his eyes fully. “Oh, my God. He’s awake.” Her mother covered her mouth as tears of joy brightened her eyes.

Then, right in front of all the officers, he turned toward my corpse and started yelling impatiently again, "Alright, Ewan Fraser! That's enough! There's a limit to throwing tantrums! Get down here right now! The police are here!" The young officer finally snapped. He took a step forward and yelled at Dad, "Sir! Does that look like a kid pulling a prank on you? He's covered in postmortem spots! What kind of father are you?" Dad continued to insist on his story. He even sounded aggrieved. "That's just paint he smeared on himself! Kids these days will do anything to scare people!" The expressions of the other officers grew incredibly solemn. They didn't bother arguing with Dad anymore.

so how could he cheat? "Now, I would like to make this toast for the woman I love the most, Catherine, my baby..." Alastar smiled genuinely as he held his glass high and looked at her. "Happy birthday, my love. I hope you'll enjoy this day as much as we do." Catherine couldn't feel anything, and yet, she chose to keep her head held up high and return the favor. Cheerful cheers and soft handclaps echoed around the place. All of their friends came, including their close relatives just to join her for her special day.

*“You really don’t know who you’re sleeping with, do you?” Her stomach dropped. She typed back quickly: *Who is this? What do you mean?* No reply. Her fingers trembled. Her mind raced. Her hands went cold. Her heart stuttered. The truth, now fully formed in her mind, was too surreal to believe — and too obvious to deny. She had fallen in love with her ex-boyfriend’s father. And he knew. He’d known all along. Yet he still touched her like she was his beginning — not the bridge to his past.

Someone who had killed his own father. I laughed in his face, well, into the phone, when he said that. It was absurd. Ronald? Kill his father? That was impossible. And then T sent me the file. I almost didn’t open it. The whole thing was set up like something out of a spy movie. One-time access only, encrypted, self-destructive after viewing but I did, maybe it was curiosity or maybe dread. The video was grainy, like it had been recorded decades ago. A much younger Ronald stood in a dimly lit room, a gun in his hand. He looked straight into the camera, his expression was unreadable, and then turned toward a man kneeling on the floor.

He was giving me a fake smile and speaking through gritted teeth. “Mr. and Mrs. Matt and Adele Montgomery, you should have trained your son well.” I clicked my tongue at them, my heart calming down for the first time since I reached there. “I would make sure to get you a fair share of your punishment for being a bad parent.” The father's eyes widened, but he quickly regained his composure. I removed my phone from my pocket and dialed a very familiar contact. Sylvester Warner. His father was the vice chancellor of this university, and he owes me a favor.

The car door slowly pushed open and Damian stepped out, Damian is the Beta to the Alpha of our pack, he was still as breathtaking as always, in his corporate suit, with his muscular broad build. Damian and I were fated mates and we were so much in love with each other but a few months into our marriage he had changed so much, I never for once fell out of love with everything I admired so much about him, but he seemed to forget everything about me, he might soon even forget I existed. Just as these thoughts were swirling in my head, the passenger door to the car swung open and she walked out. Lilian, my half-sister, the last of my father. A sight that tore through me like a jagged blade.