Father I Cannot Click The Book Novels & Stories

I need to find a way to end this. I won’t let her destroy what’s left of my family. I’ll dig deeper. There must be something I can use against her or against him. Maybe I’ll make her life hell until she runs away on her own. Or maybe I’ll find out why my father is so obsessed with her. One thing is sure — this isn’t over. Elara will regret choosing my father over me. I’ll make sure of it. Elara’s POV

Elona's POV As I continued to sit while my dad had seen Mr Crane out. I was feeling defeated and upset. My eyes caught my book, I leaned forward and brought it closer to me. He had very neat handwriting. One that I would keep and treasure forever. I started to read what he had written. Love Beyond Reach

he pecked my lips. "I wouldn't have it any other way daddy." Oops, looks like you've completed this book! Thank you for reading and for all the support, I will try to add some bonus chapters! FB: Fulu's Library

Ivana lamented. I could only pat her back to stop her tears. “I swear, I'll find the person that did this and pay back in two folds.” “Here…” She grabbed onto the edge of what anyone would call a book shelf. It was a huge shelf, filled with different books. Even when I was in here earlier, I merely thought my biological father was a lover of books. “Father never liked reading,” Ivana told me. “This shelf is merely a distraction. Most of the books here are blank,” she smiled.

Ohh shit! The damage he can do to himself is more than the damage I can do to him. I closed the cameras, then I went to his room. He was in the shower, I sat on his bed waiting for him. I looked at the book which he is reading: where the things come back by Corey Whaley ( I suggest you read it, dear readers ) I smiled at the memory when my father forced me to read it and it was amazing. I put the book on his nightstand when I saw another book Me and Earl and the Dying Girl by Jess Andrews.

My father opened the bag . There were many books in that bag .He picked a book and gave it to me . He said to me "Go and read this book ." I asked " Which book is it ?" He stood up and replied " There is a true story written in it " "Which story "I asked . "The true story of that weird house " "True story?" "Yes , true story ". "But...…but …,how …..?" "You know what " "What?"

"Can I see it?" "Oh, I'm afraid not," He said forbiddingly. "You need to be a priest to read it. But I can read some of it to you that I think might help with your problem." "Thank you Father, that's so kind!" She bobbed in excitement, bouncing her generous chest. "I always follow the Bible's advice." "Okay, let's see now," He flicked through to a random page, tilting the book so she couldn't see it. "Here we go. The Book of, uh, Fellatius."

"Because of them, you can't go home." "I can take care of myself, don't worry," Uri reassures her. "Did our father tell me anything?" "Well, Dad went to the libraries to find books for you, and these are all old books about vampires and Genesis." Anthea suddenly remembered what Clement had said. "Tell our father how grateful I am to him." Uri turned the pages of an old book that had turned yellow. He didn't know what he would find in these books, but he wanted to read them, hoping to find something useful.

They were like the big brothers I never had, and I was really starting to love being here and love being with them. “Oh Jenna, that book we discussed arrived while we were out,” Adam says passing me the book from my father. I take it quickly, closing my laptop. “I will take a look this afternoon, and let you all know what I find out,” I say to the three men. Adam shares briefly what the book is, and they look at me expectantly. “I promise, once I find anything useful, I will share the information with you,” I say reiterating my promise.

The book of books held his answer, but his mind wouldn't let him accept it. "Chapter twenty four, Malison...!" His father's voice rang like a bell in his head. Swiftly, he flipped through the pages, desperate to find the information, only to find it was lost in a pile of random scribbles. His fingers flickered over the words as he found the page.