Death By Dad Farts Book Novels & Stories

ex are caused by women. “Then my mom passed away, and my father didn't even hold a funeral. I hated him, and to get rid of him, I went to the West Point Test and got an offer,” Daley said, “A few years later, my father died in a plane accident, and when I heard the news of his death, I didn't feel any sadness at all. On the contrary, I felt relieved.” He suffered as much as I did. We both hated our fathers. Fate brought us together.

My mouth fell open. Dad is dying.

The sharp, familiar scent of Dad's cologne wafted over the bed as I tried to discreetly steal a tiny, imperceptible breath through my nose. “Brianna Pounds,” Dad spoke, his voice cutting through the quiet room. I froze, locking away all breath. “It's a real pity to have you die like this. It truly wasn't anyone's fault, and there was absolutely nothing anyone could have done to save you. We loved you, and it was devastating to watch you go out like this. This wasn't what we intended for you. At least, it wasn't what I intended.” He paused, a heavy weight hanging in his words.

If you lose sight of your initial objectives, then I will withdraw the sponsorship at any time. Daryl nodded in understanding. However, I could catch a flash of disappointment in his eyes. I went silent for a bit. Then, I added, "However, you can still call me your dad in public if you need to." His eyes lit up with a bright smile at once. His smile stunned me. I found it so ironic that Tammy, my own daughter, didn't care about me as her dad, and yet, a stranger's kid was simply ecstatic to be allowed to call me his dad.

He had shown up on our doorstep, volunteering to hold these rites the moment Mom, Dad, and Draco passed away, before the neighbors even knew about it. In this day and age, nobody dared to involve themselves in heretical practices like this. I wasn't so foolish as to fail to understand what was going on at this moment. It was just that the cleric produced a letter written in Mom and Dad's own handwriting, where their final wishes clearly stated that this cleric had to send them off after their death. Thus, I risked the chance of being arrested and publicly denounced just to keep the cleric around. "I think there's something suspicious about how Dad and the others died, Uncle Shawn. I mean, th

I was left lying in bed, barely clinging to life. Dad barged into my room with several others and yanked me to my feet. "Isaac, stop playing dead! Quit acting like some spoiled boy from the city and get up and work!" The moment those words were spoken, everyone became convinced that I was a lazy bum who wanted to profit from others' hard work. They all spat at me in disgust. On the day Derek returned to the city to attend college after being crowned the Farmer of the Year, I died alone in the fields amid everyone's cheers and celebration. There, wild dogs devoured my body.

The smell hit him like a physical force. As a long-haul truck driver, he knew that smell far too well. He had seen too many gruesome accidents on the highway. That smell only came from one thing: decomposition. "What is that smell?" Dad's face went deathly pale. When Mom saw Dad, her eyes shifted nervously. "What smell? That brat is doing God knows what in her room. She’s turned it into a garbage dump..." "Bullsh*t!" For the first time in his life, Dad swore at Mom.

Before she could finish, we heard a thud. Rourke had collapsed. Betsy screamed. "Rourke? Wake up, Rourke! Julius, you useless child, what are you standing there for? Your father’s passed out, hurry up and call an ambulance!" Deciding that it would take too long to wait for an ambulance, Julius got his father into the car and made his way to the hospital. I followed closely behind.

When had they developed feelings for one another? The suffocating memory of what happened during those wee hours of the morning suddenly flooded my mind. Doomsday hit faster than any of us could expect it. Five hours later, my dad's company was plagued by a financial crisis and went bankrupt three days later. After a week, scandals and dirty rumors befell the company. I packed up and left on a plane, flying far away from the land I called home. My dad had died because of them. He'd jumped off a building, and I'd seen his death reported on the internet.

" and I was the reason you were born" " what the hell was that dad? Haha" " In case you forgot haha" Oh God, thank you for giving me this kind of parent. END OF CHAPTER 40