Dear Dad Movie Novels & Stories

I wondered if money could make love disappear. Sheila returned at dawn. The moment she opened the door, she saw Dad was sitting on the sofa, clutching the bone sculpture in his hands. She froze for a second, then forced a smile. "Richie, why are you up so early?" Dad's eyes were bloodshot. "Where did you go?" "I went out with my friends," Sheila said softly, giving his shoulder a gentle squeeze. "I just didn't want to disturb your sleep. What's wrong? Why do you look so serious?"

my dad said, turning to glance at his best friend and they both giggled. “What do you mean dad?“ I frowned. “I heard he got beaten up by some men, maybe he got himself involved in trouble, well whoever beat him up, did us a great job,” I turned to Mr Mattias who was still standing by the door. There was no single expression on his face, there was usually none. Was it him? no he wouldn't. I scoffed, rolling my eyes. “You both should stay for breakfast,” Mr Mattias said. “Oh Matt, you know I still have work to attend to at the office, I just need to drive Shimma home and then head back to the office, thank you for yesterday brother,” my dad said then he turned back to me.

"I taught you to calculate." "I didn't teach you respect." "I taught you to fight." "I didn't teach you when to let go." "That's on me." "I failed to fix what's broken in you." Ethan flinched like the words had pierced his last defense. The name buried deep in his memory. His real father's name. Tears blurred his vision. "Dad." Alexander cut him off. Voice cold. Hard. "Michael Hart's son shouldn't be this pathetic." "He was a man of honor."

“OMG are the rumors true are your Dad and Teddy’s parents a thruple?” “They were, but they broke up,” I tell her with a shrug. “They are still friends.” “Okay, go get intimidated by my Dad,” Luna turns and walks me back to the door. “DAD.” A guy with gray hair, wearing a cardigan and kakis. He is tall, but not built. I’m taller and more muscular. “Well, young man,” He holds out his hand. “I understand you are taking our Luna to a movie and dinner?”

I’m the happiest I have ever been; I have a wonderful family, a gorgeous and wonderful mate, an exceptionally selfless and strong woman carrying my son and of course, the son that will lead the pack in maybe 20-30 years. Nothing, NOTHIN is going to ruin today for me at all. “Deacon,” Dad rushes into my room, totally ignoring that I’d just got out the shower and was standing butt naked by my walk in wardrobe. “For fuck sake dad!” I exclaim, covering my dick. He rolls his eyes, “couldn’t give a shit about your junk right now. Virginia is gonna need you pretty damn soon. Her dad has been given a date for his execution. It’s tomorrow morning.” He expels the information and leaves the room.

My dad, Alpha Zeb Lobo. “Scarlett! The prodigal daughter returns!” He exclaims with a big smile on his face, as though he didn’t just see me yesterday. “And Beta Cayden! To what do your mother and I owe this great honor?” I can’t help but roll my eyes at his rather hyperbolic, but still endearing reaction. “Hey, Dad. Is it cool if we come in?”

Like I was trying to shut everything out I couldn’t believe this. My phone pinged. I checked. It was a message from Deej. It was a document. “Finally discovered what Bambi and her Dad has over your father.” The caption read.

“I’ve missed you too. Welcome back my dear.” As she’s still hugging me, we both hear the sound of descending footsteps. “After watching that movie over a million times, I can’t believe you will still yell out his name like that. Does his death suddenly hurt you so—” The rest of the words die in his throat as my Dad’s gaze falls on me. “Raees.” He mutters, his face crinkling up in a smile. Oh how I’ve missed my Dad. Jacob Graham, He’s what they call ‘beekeeping’ age, with his white streaked hair and beard, his mildly old eyes that has grown old and yet is still sharp enough to see through his thick glasses, those kind eyes fold up into a smile, one that I have missed so damn much.

“I know I haven’t always been the most... demonstrative father. But I want you to know how proud I am of you.” Deja felt the strangest thing—an emotion she didn’t know how to process. She blinked rapidly as a familiar tightness hit her throat, and before she knew it, her eyes were threatening to betray her. Tears? Over her FICTIONAL dad? She couldn’t. She. Couldn’t. Tears pricked at Deja’s eyes. “Dad, if you make me cry and ruin my makeup before the press conference, I’m going to be very upset with you.” He laughed, the sound warm and rich. “Heaven forbid,” he said, standing. “I’ll see you downstairs.”

"Is that not Maximum? And with a woman? Despicable bastard." Suddenly, he sprang to his feet. I quickly grabbed his arm to stop him, whispering urgently, “Not here, Dad.” Reluctantly, he sat back down. We watched the movie, but I couldn’t concentrate. My mind was filled with images of Maximum and the woman he was with. The film played on, but I was lost in thought. When the credits rolled, my dad asked, “Did you enjoy the movie?” I forced a smile. “Of course. Let’s do this again sometime.”