Dear Dad Movie Novels & Stories

Dad Asked and tears WAs tickling in my eyes. "Dad what's this I'm hearing? You see I refused to believe all the rumors and tales that ray's family have being telling me because I know you dad, I know that you won't do anything Of such because for all the times I have spent with you, never have I feel an inch that I was never related because of your love for me, remember I will always say that, even in the next life I will still chose as my dad but how come dad?" I Asked still shocked...

The dad is not Ronan. "Juicy. Keep me posted."

The fear had edges now and every line in that shape pointed back to one man. Calian had a troubled past and she just stepped into his world, getting attention from his enemies. Was she just collateral damage in someone else’s war? Her fingers reached for her phone before she consciously decided to move. She opened her father’s contact. The screen glowed in the dim light. Take me home. The thought tasted bitter. Home wasn’t safety. Home was the place that had handed her over. You’re safer with him. Her father hadn’t asked how she was sleeping but if she was cooperating. Her thumb hovered over the call button, then slowly lowered.

my father replied, eyebrow raised but somewhat sarcastically. Adrien just smiled, casual as ever, his dark hair falling slightly over his forehead. “Most young girls her age would rather choose to be with their boyfriends than return to their fathers who made their lives miserable. I’m sure Rochelle is with her lover.” The word ‘lover’ fluttered through the air, mixing with my emotions. I couldn’t decide whether to be embarrassed or flattered. I smiled slightly, amused at how Adrien always painted a picture that made me feel loved and cared for, even in my father’s critical absence.

“Okay, you have had enough. You should leave.” “I said quality control.” Her father argues. “My daughter has a reputation and I need to protect it.” “I am a big girl now. I can protect everything on my own.” She pushes him toward the door. Peter grabs her cheek and gives Cassie a kiss on the forehead. “Grow up as much as you can, you’ll always be my little princess.” After her father leaves the kitchen, Cassie turns back to being busy with the chicken wings and fries more of them. Half an hour later, she goes to the living room with a big bowl of caramel popcorn and finds her father with aunt Gilda’s husband. He is a giant man with a kind heart and Cassie’s favorite male neighbor. Her favori

dad said excitedly. Yeah let's go meet my dad's wife. Man my father is like a kid who just got candy from his nana. It's good to see dad like this it's been nearly 5 years now. Dad said I should go inside because he wants to get our things from the car. Just as I was about to knock a fucking goddess open the door like man she's got beautiful tanned skin,beautiful blue eyes you could drown in,small nose and full kissable lips. I didn't even realise I was staring nope scratch that admiring this goddess before me until she cleared her throat.

“Yeah, yeah, Dad. I’ll take care of it. See you at home.” I have to fight the urge to laugh out loud. Dad. Of course. It’s almost too perfect. Mike, the tough guy who prides himself on his bravado, still answering to Daddy. I lean back further, smirking to myself. This night might turn out to be worth it after all.

I nodded and continued eating. Dad Soon cleared his throat, gaining our attention. "Now that you're stable, I think it's time we talk about your wedding" My spoon dropped, creating a loud sound. My what? My gaze instantly went to my dad. He seemed different. He had outgrown his beards, his hair was also lengthy, falling messily on his shoulders, his eyes were an unfamiliar dark green while his jaw was always clenched. The aura and vibe around him were dark and cold. It was like he was on the edge and would snap anytime soon.

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.

Mom didn’t even date anyone and just focused on her work and me. Dad worked as a bank clerk in a local bank in town. He was the best father I could ever wish for, but unfortunately, he was taken away from me by a tragic car accident. His car hit the tree when he was trying to avoid hitting someone who crossed the road—he was confirmed dead on arrival. “You, silly, you always chose a boring movie, all they did were kill each other. Who will enjoy watching that kind of movie? It’s too violent for me.” I roll my eyes again, stand up, and take the empty plate and mug with me to the kitchen sink. I love action movies while Mom loves drama.