Father And Son Authors Novels & Stories

But I shocked her and a host of others when I bought D'Writers. D'Writers was a popular online social platform for writers and readers. I'd long thought of acquiring it in memory of my father. My dad was an avid reader and lover of classic novels. He'd told me one day that he would've loved to author a book if he wasn't tied down by the burdensome responsibilities of Donovan Group.

Sebastian just looks confused. My father narrows his eyes at Anthony. "What are you implying exactly?" "Did it look like I was implying anything? I simply listed out the deeds that a father must have performed for his daughter to become independent." "I see." "Then I don't see the problem here." My father chuckles. "I've always admired you Anthony. I've never quite met someone with your intellect. You've surpassed a lot in life Anthony. I think it's time you've taken the reigns of my business."

“We wanted to, but it was never the right time, so…” “You never found her,” I interrupt, tasting the wine. “What about Sam?” I ask suddenly. My father opens his eyes and lowers his gaze to the lasagna I recently ordered. He stabs it with his fork and understands the urgency of the father-daughter bond. “I’ve always known his father, Eduard. A good man. He raised his two sons the best he could. They both grew up and became attractive businessmen, drawing the attention of every girl out there.” I almost choke for a moment, but I want to know more, so I fake a smile.

Was any of that following my instructions? "And after you contracted an STD and intentionally passed it on to me… Was that what I wanted, too?" My words grew a collective wave of shocked murmurs. "Good grief. What is wrong with this son? He ruins his life and drags his father down with him. That's an ingrate, through and through." "Don't even get me started. Caleb is completely blinded by lust." "I think the father must've been driven past his limit to file for a legal severance. If it were my son, I would've disowned him the moment his thug girlfriend beat my wife into the ICU."

I inquired suspiciously. "I am the CEO of my firm. My father and I created this firm years ago, and we have two offices right now. It's named Fain&Frailey. My father and his closest buddy from high school operate the first site, while myself and his kid run the other location. It's very much a father and son family firm." He laughed. "What do you guys do?"

He gritted out, “they killed my father.” There was no love lost between Bruno Reid— my father’s most trusted accountant— and my little shadow. As much as that bastard had stayed untouched by the violence of our world, he had unleashed every ounce of it behind closed doors, on his wife, and worse, on his son. Especially when he had realized his son wasn’t the perfect son he’d wanted him to be.

“I didn't involve myself in your parents’ death. I would never do that. My father was the one who was involved, and I haven't figured out the reason why that happened.” “There are many reasons why anyone would decide to be quiet on this matter. Not because I hate you, or I prefer to keep you in the dark, but because I haven't totally moved out of the dark myself. Someone still in the dark doesn't have the ability to take someone else out of the dark.” I explained, analyzing the situation dramatically.

“No no no…” Then suddenly another horrifying thought slammed into my head. The warehouse, the charity foundation, all the transfers, the documents he always hide from me whenever I go to his study. I looked toward Adrian slowly. “You said… my father is mafia too.” “Yes.” “And you said I worked for him.” Adrian’s jaw tightened immediately, my father expression changed instantly too. Fear crawled violently down my spine now. “What are the claim?”

“I guess he didn’t exactly give my new business venture a standing ovation.” David gave me a sympathetic look but didn’t sugarcoat it. “I hope you’re not going to let him guilt-trip you into backing out of the fashion world. That was your mother’s legacy. She always dreamed of starting her own clothing line. She was a great designer, man. You just happened to make it big with hotels and restaurants first.” I nodded slowly, staring into the distance as if the answers to all my problems were written somewhere in the air. “I don’t know, Dave. I just want my son to see me as a good father.”

Felix repeated many times, as if he was proud to say that to his son. After saying that, Sean ran into his father's arms and hugged him and called out again, "I really have a father." "Yes, son. You have father." "Daddy," Sean called in his father's arms. The boy was crying, but Felix too had tears in his eyes as he felt the warm embrace of the little boy who had made his days. The next thing Claire saw was the two father and son calling each other repeatedly while still in each other's arms. Claire knew that after this she had to prepare a story that would be accepted by Sean.