Novel & Cerita Father I Cannot Click The Book

It wasn't my dad's handwriting but Zack's handwriting. >Dear Kayla, I know there'll be a day you will access to this book. I have to tell you that the worst has happened. My father parades himself as the king of game but he doesn't know the truth. The codes they're looking for is not in that book but in the locket I gave you as a birthday gift. Break it and unravel the truth. >

Something that always bothered me was that we never did anything for him. ************* Note: Don't forget to like, comment and share the book! This really helps it grow on the platform

Although Golden had the premonition that those books would help the Last Wish System more, he had no means to meet any of the requirements. Of course, with the help of his father, it would be possible to read some of the less restricted books. However, his father even refused to talk to him, and it seemed that becoming a bookworm had upset his father even more. Golden heard that his father was someone who believed that men should only use their fists to speak and that training the body was the only way for a man.

’’ When I gave a frantic shake of my head, he smiled even wider as if he intended to tease me even more. ‘‘Or perhaps we should pick one about your father…’’ he raised an eyebrow, shoving his hands into his jeans pockets. ‘‘I’m sure it’s somewhere inside the shelf, too…’’ ‘‘Alex, don’t you dare!’’ But he already looked through the books once more, and I heaved a heavy sigh when I saw a book entitled William Maxwell: Zero to One. Wow! From the title itself, I could tell that dad started from zero when he built his business.

I would not let her push me around for her convenience. She rolled her eyes because mentioning retirement brought up the sensitive subject of age. "Fine, but you don't have much time…. So use it wisely." She threatened, and I rolled my eyes. "OK, that's settled…" my dad said, my mom left, and then he continued "Romeo, I take that you haven't read the book I gave you?" He asked. "No father, I haven't…" I honestly answered. "Well, son, I can't tell you what to do, but in that book, you will find the full prophecy…" he smiled, pushed the book towards me, and left.

His lips curled in disgust at the mention of the moron. I sighed hating the fact that Owen and father never got along. “I'm fine, daddy, and Owen's not a moron,” I answered sitting on the table. “Did you take down the news?” I asked, trying to place the words written on the book. Father nodded, turning to the next page. “I took it down, but you can't shut people's mouths and minds. They know and they'll talk,” he said, still focused on the book. “That's nice. It's the truth anyways.”

The memory of what I read had me understanding why he looked murderous. "I'm sorry. I umm, I promise I don't know where any of the locations are and you don't have to worry about me being able to get to them if I did because I can't teleport. I can't even use any of the ancient books because I'm powerless so it's fine." I rushed out. His intoxicating gaze slowly moved up my body landing on the page I was holding out. "So you read it?" He asked slowly. The page was snatched out my hand before I could answer and Blake's curses sounded next to me. He was quick to give his father the page and I could only throw daggers at him for not being any help.

“I’m sorry I didn’t pay attention Baba, I truly am. Please can you teach me about Morpheus?” I hoped my apology and pleading would work as it usually did without fail. My father clearly couldn’t pass up an opportunity to lecture me on his favourite topics so he set down his red pen and grabbed a thick, leather bound book from the bookshelf, placing it down on his desk with a resounding thud. The spine of the book crackled as he flipped through the pages, his fingers finally coming to rest on a page entitled “The Oneroi”.

Saying my final prayers for the day, I stood up and left for my room. Getting to my room, I couldn't stop thinking about Luciano and what he told me. I looked at my bed and saw the book Luciano spoke about. It was a small, brown leather-bound book. I immediately opened the book and saw my father's beautiful handwriting. It looked like a letter, but I couldn't quite read it as the room was pretty dark. So I turned on a candle and sat on my bed to read it.

I shot back, upset that he was yelling at me in front of this man. “You know nothing!” Father replied almost immediately. He finally walked away from the window and went to his library of books. He didn't say anything for a while, he was searching for a book. I blinked, waiting for him to say something. Finally, he found what he was looking for because he pulled a big book out from the shelf and dropped it on the table. “Kyra Dew is the daughter of Dew Fredrick Gem.” He began. My gaze didn't leave him for a second. “So?” I asked.