Father I Cannot Click The Book Novels & Stories

Lawrence further explains sending a thank you expression to my father, while I nodded agreeing with him how great the book was. “That book is such a great read, my father was able to collect me a copy and it’s one of my very favourites. Hang on, you and the Alpha aren’t scheduled to leave for another visit for around a month, you won’t have the book in time.” I smiled agreeing with the man before I seemed to realise my father’s schedule, where Lawrence nodded his head with a sigh.

“Seb, don’t argue with Rowan. Don’t worry, son. There will be no more surprises.” “I hope so,” I said, getting the book from Raina and opening it to the burnt page. I placed it in front of my father and glanced at him coldly. “Explain.” He looked at the book before looking at me, bemused. “Explain what?” I scoffed. “Stop playing dumb. I’m asking you to explain why half the page is burnt, and what it is that was written on this page that you tried to hide?” My father furrowed his eyebrows and picked up the book. After studying it for a few seconds, he shook his head.

I smiled as he nodded again, his brown hair bouncing around as he leaned in a little closer. I opened the book and started flipping through the pages, looking for a good story or myth to read to him. I paused for a moment at the title page that read ‘The All Mother and the Sacred Four’, tilting the book towards Calix. He smiled and scooted closer, nodding again as I turned the final page and cleared my throat.

He paused for a while and he strolled towards the window, “I’m fine, yes, I need a favor from you.” I am glad that Father is so reliable, whatever book it is, he can find her. “I am looking for a book.” He said resting his arm on the wall. “Uh… please I need to find this book in fifteen minutes, my son is practically walking around naked.” I pulled out a chair directly opposite the desk, and I sat down, the more desperate I was, the faster he would listen to me. “What is the title of the book?” Father glanced back at me, his eyes widened when he noticed that I was sitting down. “What is the book title you are looking for?”

My father had the huge library of all the books related to the super naturals, whether they are witches, warlocks or vampires or even the gods. Although, it had nothing in comparison to the books of library but still it was a valuable collection. At least in my father’s eyes. “But why are you reading this book? Do you want to summon some god? She asked finally and I know she was trying to enquire if I was planning something. “I don’t know, I was bore so I picked something to read.” I lied again turning the page. “I told you this won’t help him. or you.” She said and this time there was a ping of disappointment on her face. I closed the book and threw it on the ground. The book was old just l

Thicker than I remembered. I tore the brown paper open. And found a book. Not just any book. A small, leather-bound journal. Worn edges. Faded cover. My chest tightened. My fingers trembled as I flipped it open. The handwriting… My father’s. “Ian,” I whispered, and for the first time in months, something inside me cracked open. I sank to my knees. It was like holding a relic, something sacred. My thumb traced the lines on the first page. "Today, my son cried for the first time. He didn’t wail—he growled. The healer laughed and said he’ll grow into a fine Alpha."

“We keep our promises… even the ones made with baby teeth.” I yanked my hand away, frustration clawing up my throat. “But she doesn’t even remember!” Dad didn’t answer immediately. He rose from the sofa, each movement deliberate, like he was gathering the courage to carry a burden I wasn’t ready to bear. He walked to his desk and picked up a thick leather-bound book. The edges of it were worn, the surface scarred from centuries of handling. His shoulders were tense, jaw tight, like the weight of the world rested there.

Maybe that'll give us more information Malcom tails behind me and keeps murmuring something I can't make out, I brush it off and take the book in the corner of the bookshelf. I cough and wave off the dust coming off it, dumb stupid asthma. Malcom snatches the book from me while showing no care that I am finding it very difficult to get air into my lungs. I continue to cough and search for my inhaler in my pockets, Malcom puts his giant fat chubby finger on my lips telling me to be quiet while he reads. Fucking bastard.

I snarled, baring my fangs and feeling the hate and destruction of my wolf sweep up again. “Who are you?!” My claws ruined the tiles. I wasn’t in the joking mood anymore. “Page 247. Does that sound familiar?” I snarled. “What are you talking about?” I snarled, fighting the urge to pounce and tear him to pieces. “Did your father not give you the book? Did you not read it?” My snarling stopped instantly. Page 247 of the Book of the Living Gem? I… I read it. It was about… a guardian that lived in the forest.

This time, I was ready for the pain that I didn’t even blink when it started burning. It felt like the times when my father made me hold hot coals so I could grow resistance to them. He was a sick and depraved bastard. The book feels old. The pages are crusty and seconds from falling apart. I bet they only have one more read left in them. And I’ll be glad to offer it.