Father I Won't Do Anything Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

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."

I didn’t know what would happen next, but I knew one thing for sure: I wasn’t going to let anyone, not even my father, dictate how my future would unfold. This was my life. My choice. And I was ready to fight for it. **Chapter 16: Breaking Free** As I stormed out of the greenhouse, my heart was racing, a mixture of adrenaline and emotion coursing through me. The weight of my words lingered in the air, but I didn't look back. I couldn’t. I needed to get away from the suffocating presence of my father and those pack officials who always made me feel more like a pawn than a person.

Pete returned his father's emotion "But you know what, I will save you the trouble...wouldn't it be a big news if the next heir kills himself right in front of his father hmmm?" Gasps, disbelief and fear filled the hearts of all the maids, and guards in the room when Pete took out a gun from his pocket and pointed it over his head. Even the older man was speechless but soon, his eyes clouded in admiration. .......................................... Happy father's day. No comments Comment, please. For my faithful fans, as promised I will do a mass release of three beautiful chapters. This is the first chapter, the second and third chapters will come out after an hour and a half minutes.

He asked , slowly turning his gaze to me with a deep sighs . "Father,I'm sorry for the inconveniences she might have caused you and your cardinate member ,it was my fault that I didn't tell her all the rules governing this pack ,can you at least let her go unpunished"I asked ,He continues to read his book without given any proper attention to me . "Father please ,she is my assistant,I admit she was bold enough to question Sheba ,but still she is still in my possession and it is my duty to guide her till she is out of the pack "I pleaded ,with my eyes fixed in my father who kept on reading his book .

“You know that I will not surrender what I worked so hard for. Kill me if you want. You’ll be the alpha and get everything. Powers and all. Kill me, Joseph.” My father smiled. “I didn’t want it to get to this but if that’s what you want, I’ll do it. I’ve lived without you and I can do it again.” “You’re a horrible man. Are you really going to kill your own son?” My father lowered his hand and let me down. I fell on my head and heard a crack on my skull sending pain all-over my head. I gritted my teeth and tried to use my alpha powers to fight back but realised they were not working. My father walked closer and grabbed me by the neck before lifting me to standing position.

he says, and I break down, causing my father to hold me. "I don’t care what you have to do. Look into your dark spells; do whatever you want, but find a way! I have worked too hard to get to where I am, and I’m not going to watch everything I worked for go down the toilet. Do whatever you have to do or I promise I will not be the only one upset by this," he roars, while I cry aloud but I pull back from his embrace when Driviar says there is one way, but he has never done it and is not sure if it would really work because it is forbidden. Father tells him he doesn’t care.

Waiting is going to fucking kill me. Sighing, I step into the house, the weight of the night pressing down on me like a fucking vice. The moment I walk into the room, my eyes land on Max, sitting there like he fucking belongs. My blood boils instantly, rage surging through me. This has to be a joke. I barely register my father standing nearby, smirking like he finds this whole situation entertaining. “He refused to leave,” he says, tilting his head toward Max. “Claims he loves you.”

I had no idea it was this evil. Father lifted his foot and returned to the weapon table. I watched in horror as he picked up a whip and walked menacingly toward Ian. My heart raced, knowing I was powerless to stop what was coming. “Why are you doing this, Father?” I asked, my voice trembling. He turned to face me, his eyes cold and dark. “This is all part of my experiment, my son,” he replied with a twisted grin. “Once I achieve my goal, I’ll rule the world—even if I have to sacrifice you both.”

Somewhere near the back, an elder murmured something to a companion, and the words 'unprecedented' and 'scandal' drifted forward just clearly enough to reach her. Valthor looked at her then, really looked, for the first time since the rejection, and whatever he saw in her face seemed to cost him something. His jaw tightened. His eyes moved from her to his father and back again, cataloguing a version of events he clearly hadn't prepared for, hadn't imagined possible, hadn't once considered when he'd stood on that hillside yesterday and traded her away for the easier future Calista represented. "Retract it," he said, quieter now, which was somehow worse than shouting. "Retract the claim. Now.

I used it to open the chip. "I'm not going back to the start," I whispered. "I'm deleting the book." I slammed the chip into the Narrator-bot’s foot. A massive wave of blue static crawled up his body. The bot froze, his eyes turning into "Error" signs. But the street was still folding. The world was becoming a tiny, crushed ball of paper. We burst through the lab doors and into the flames. In the center of the fire, I saw a man. He wasn't a wolf or a machine. He was my father. He was holding a real, paper notebook. He looked at me and smiled.