Fairly Odd Parents End Novels & Stories

Just as the courtroom was on the verge of spiraling out of control, I stood up and said, "You all want fairness and an explanation, right? Fine, then I'll show you what the truth really is! Your Honor, I request a secondary memory extraction." Soon, the first segment of the memory began to play. The timestamp was the day before Mom and Dad set off from the countryside to come find me. In the video, the very Edwin they claimed never got to enjoy anything was sitting there at the table, gorging on a spread of delicacies. Meanwhile, Mom and Dad were crouched at a small table in the kitchen, eating leftover food from the night before. As they ate, they said to each other, "Leftover tastes better

Our dad rolls his eyes but mom says, “Son, we’re just so happy for you. Look at you three! You have found and accepted true happiness and as parents that’s all we want for you!” Dad nods along in agreement and Osborn shakes his head as he murmurs, “Crazy parents.” Eda giggles and I can’t help but place my hand on her thigh, just wanting some kind of physical contact. Everything feels perfect. But then dad had to say, “So, have you thought anymore about what we should do to save Eda?”

Flashback. Matthew "Can't I go and rest for once?" I asked my parents. Mom turned to me as if I had said something terrible. "Who will manage the company if you rest? You can rest later in the evening." she answered unbothered. Who will manage the company if I rest? I don't even own the company. They made that company themselves, and why am I getting involved? "Why are you guys even here if no one will manage this?" I started to ask. "Why did you even build this company if you guys are not going to take care of it?"

Ignoring everything else, I ran straight to the freezer in the corner of the living room. "Officer, it's right here!" My voice trembled as I pointed to the freezer. "Christian admitted it himself. Three years ago, my parents were diagnosed with a serious illness. They didn't want to burden me, and in a moment of despair, they turned on the gas and killed themselves at home. "They had only contacted him, asking him to handle the aftermath. Christian, the bastard, kept their bodies frozen here all these years so he could keep pocketing their pension."

"It sounds exhausting." "You'll be fine. You're good at pretending to be normal now." "That's not the compliment you think it is." He laughed. Actually laughed. The sound was rare enough that I treasured it. The parent orientation was exactly as awkward as I'd feared. Fifteen families, all with their own trauma stories. All trying to make polite conversation while assessing each other. "Your daughter is the famous one, right?" a woman asked me. She had a five year old son who was part fae, part vampire. "The one who survived the soul transfer?"

Those are facts, not ego. Maybe you've wondered, when you've seen a person like me, "how does that happen?" Or maybe you haven't bothered. But the thing is, I can tell you: My parents both have strange features. I have my mother's eyebrows and her build. I have my father's nose and ears. I am a hodgepodge of my parent's strange features. And neither of my parents is what anyone would call "ugly." But it's like their features are slightly off. Like they only make sense when they come together on my face and in my body. My mother has said something to that effect for my entire life. I don't so much have "good genes" as perfectly balance genes.

I didn't turn, my grip on the hairpin became tight, “parents..” She chuckles, “were your parents bad..?” “Quite the contrary,” I slack the wire, using my strength to cut it but the timer kept going, I groan silently, “there were the neighborhood perfect couple” I breathe out, cleaning the streak of sweat on my forehead, “until well, my father got the store keepers daughter pregnant” I finally turn to her, “she was just eighteen” “What…?” “Yep” I turn back, clenching my fists even tighter, “he was a bastard, pathetic too but of course my mother didn't see all that before…you know” I turn back to diffuse the bomb, “families are weird” I breathe out.

When he woke up, he saw his worried mother and his stoic father looking at him. Upon seeing him wake up, his father said, even before his mother could utter a word, “Look at all the stupid things you’ve done! You misjudge people, do whatever you like, and misuse your power… Our company’s reputation is ruined! “To protect the company’s reputation, the board of directors has decided to reclaim your stakes and terminate you as the CEO.” Fred looked at his father’s icy demeanor and suddenly realized how Daphne might have felt when her parents hated and accused her of everything.

My parents returned quickly—early the next morning, they were home. Shane, still irritated from their scolding, forced me to sit on the sofa all night. I hadn't slept, my stomach ached, and cold sweat drenched me. I felt utterly drained. Yet, when my parents arrived, I rose to my feet like a reflex. In my mind, they had died five years ago. Now, seeing them alive and well at home felt like a dream. "Lily, do you understand what you did wrong?"

“It’s no wonder you have a black card! It must have been a gift from my family! How impressive, Celina! The first thing you did after coming home was spend my parents’ money and act like you’re a billionaire! Not even I could bring myself to spend five hundred thousand dollars like this!” Hearing that, Davide frowned in disapproval. “I never wanted you to come back. Mom and Dad said you wanted to meet us very badly. I assumed you were having a hard time, so I relented and thought I’d let you return home out of remorse. Who would’ve thought that you’d be so ungrateful and wasteful with our money? I shouldn’t have let you come back!” I let out a bark of laughter. My biological parents were the