Father I Cannot Click The Book Novels & Stories

I just do not know if I am ready yet. “Let me open it for you. I can tell you what is inside. That way you can decide if you want to see it or not” Stefano says. It takes me a moment before curiosity gets the better of me and I agree. Stefano opens the small brown paper package and removes a black leather book. I recognise it immediately. My father practically slept with that book. Stefano holds up the book in the light. It has a lock mechanism with a small keypad that prevents him from opening it.

Which idiot bought this book for a kid? I groaned. That idiot is fucking Bredon! That guy was a nuisance. A thorn in my flesh and life. He always found a way to torture me. I wished he finds his mate pretty soon and leave mine alone. I regretted asking him to fetch things for Calvin from the stores. I squeezed the book in my hand and could see my knuckles turning pale. I couldn't believe my own son was cock blocking me. Calvin looked up at me, blinking and yawning with his cute pretty eyes staring at me expectedly.

I have to get answers and this may be the only opportunity I'd get in a long time. My hands stop at a particular book. This one doesn't belong to his father, it belongs to Denver. I know Liam, he'd never have his brother's book even by mistake. It's a book about the laws of business, when I turn the first page, I let out a loud ah-choo! The book is covered in dust, meaning it's been around for a long time. There's a handwriting in cursive at the top right corner. It says, "To my son, Denver, who's excellent in mind and character..."

Aria’s POV: “The girls said no to playing golf; would you also say no?” Mr. Martins asked, and I really didn’t want to play; I didn’t love pulling my muscles and hitting a ball. “She just released her book today, Father, so we will be busy online,” Sam chimed in and tried to save me. “You released a book?” Father questioned surprisingly, and I nodded. He smiled at me before placing a hand on my shoulder. “Congratulations. Okay, you girls could have a drink together, and I will try to win my friend in a game.”

He could go be with Tiara. “No..” She I read her lips amd handed the phone over to me. “It’s your father.” She added. Oh.. I straightened my shoulder as I took the phone. “Greetings father.” I said simply. “I heard you’re out of bed now.” He asked. “Yes.” I responded. “Good.. your sister has a situation at some mall.. be there and solve it.” He said and without waiting for me to speak he hinges up. The phone was still in my hand and a message notification popped in with the address of the mall.

Abraham climbed o n his father's lap t o get a better look at the book. “It's my fairytale book. Mommy gave it t o me when I turned four. You can read it if you want.” Abraham looked down and pouted. “I can't wead wight” muttered the boy. “That's fine. I can teach you, or read it t o you s o you can see how good it is” said Aháva. Abraham smiled and nodded i n agreement. Aháva asked Dominik for the book, who seemed very amused by what h e was reading.

My father had ordered me, and I had obeyed. The flashback was too much to bear. I slammed the book shut, my heart pounding, my breath quickening. The memories of that day—the blood, the screams, the betrayal—were too vivid. I couldn’t escape them, no matter how hard I tried. Iian was silent, watching me carefully. His voice was low, almost hesitant, when he spoke. "They are not easy to read, Alpha. If you like, I can go through them and have them ready to take to the Elders."

Dust motes floated in the beam of light, moving slowly through the still air. My father walked to one of the shelves without hesitation. His fingers moved along the spines until they stopped on a particular book. It was thick and bound in dark leather with no title on the cover. He pulled it out carefully, handling it like it was made of glass. He carried it to the table and placed it down gently, then opened it.

My shaky finger clicked on the new message. Mr. Joe Anderson. *What are you trying to learn from that book? I could teach you* Goosebumps raced through my skin. There was no way in hell April's Dad would say this to me. He thought of me as a kid, he treated me as such, ever since day one. He'd never say these things to me. Something was wrong. Maybe his phone got hacked? Another text. *But I must warn you. Everything in that book you're holding is a bit…hardcore. Can your fragile body handle that?*

Ivaan asked. “Nothing baby, your daddy is upset because he should be the one reading those books instead of you, but he has got no time.” Riya raised an eyebrow and Nikhil turned to glare at her. “Okay, you can keep these books. I don’t mind.” Ivaan said. “I’ll do my research online.” He wore his eyeglasses and moved back to his room. ***